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Jaguar - 8 Months - Male - Extreme - Chemical WarfareXAvarace
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He was weary after such a long journey- who wouldn't be? Add to the fact that he was a mere apprentice and it made the matter even more understandable. Strange though, suspicious even, that a cub reeking of Bloodclan would come so far on their own without ulterior motives. Nuclear, however, was unafraid of his fate. He had left his home in search of something he could not get there, in his chest no longing for home, but instead an ever burning resentment. Like red hot coals that refused to burn out, so to was Nuclears hatred for his father. He had tried, really he had, but in the end there had been no stopping it. He could not forgive them for the way they looked at him, just as he could not forgive Chemical for the genes he had passed on to him. Nuke would never be normal, would never be happy, and it was all his fathers fault.
And so, hurt and angry, the intelligent, vengeful cub had inspired to not just leave, but to strike at his father in the worst way possible, and that was by joining his clans worst enemy. The white jaguar knew that his father held no personal politics towards any of it- had his clans quarrel not been with Windclan then Chemical himself would have nothing against them- but his clan, oh, how the melanistic cat cared for his clan. And so Nuke would target it, would slay them all if he could, just to watch that selfish b*stard sufffer.
Pale blue eyes watched stared out at Windclan territory with a coldness, his expression unreadable. This was the curse that his fathers genes had set on him. It was an illness that left him unable to feel joy or contentment, excitement or happiness. All that was there to feel was confusion and frustration. Bitterness and resentment. Seating himself on the Windclan border, the only son of Chemical Warfare awaited his destiny.
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