My Past Runs Red With Blood(Open)

The night was young, the moon only just starting to rise, when a brown tabby, age no older than a young apprentice, found himself bleeding and limping on the edges of Riverclan territory. He soon gave up trying to move, and collapsed hopelessly. "Blasted damnation..." he cursed to himself. "How could I die here...alone...//cough cough// Is there no one out there!?" he said, yelling the last part. His accent was strange, restrained and proper, like a nobleman, despite his age. He also had the scent of heavy snows on him, and the scent of a large number of cats similar to his own scent. Who was this stranger?

The tom's eyes seemed relieved at the sight of another. He tried to speak, but found no words to use. His head dropped to the ground, his blood leaking onto the grass and soil around him.

The tom ate the poppy seed unarguably. He started to feel better as his wounds were tended to. "I apologize for my burden upon you," he muttured, but started to speak up. "My name is Thoronis Firstblood, but you can call me Thoro; it's easier. I came far from the north, where the land is covered in snow year 'round. I belong to one of the four kingdoms of the council, as we call it. Mine is called the Kingdom of Ram. We've had a huge rivalry with one of the other kingdoms, The Kingdom of Frost. Apparently they were consorting with rouges...they attacked us in the dead of night. Some of them brought fire...it was horrible. Oh, but listen to me ramble on about myself, when I know nothing about you! Please, your names and affiliation?"

ooc: Several scratches across chest, some long wolf-like claw wounds across both flanks, punctures along stomach, and some claw scratch marks near his left ear.

ooc:bump

ooc: Here ya go! *throws bundles of sunshine and rainbows everywhere*
xP

ic:Thoro seemed truly grateful to the group of cats around him. "Your hospitality will not be forgotten," he said quietly. He gazed off towards the water that was not very far from them. Free-running water felt almost foreign to him, although he has seen ice and snow melt before. He wondered what it would be like to live somewhere warm, like here.

ooc: bunp!

Thoro changed his thoughts to more important, immediate issues. "Do you all live nearby? I don't think it to be too hospitable out here in the woods," he said, hoping he could get some shelter for the night.

Thoro seemed to take the invitation with delight, despite the fact that a cat had appeared from thin air before him. He knew of magical powers, but he had not seen too many. "Pleased to meet you," he said, forcing himself to sit upwards a bit more. "My name is Thoronis Firstblood, heir to the throne of what would be Ram. But please, call me Thoro," he said, returning the gesture.

Thoro's eyes warmed towards the shecat behind Tabbypaw. "Oh, it's quite alright," he said. "My father once said that 'everything happens for a reason.' If that's the case, then I'm positive that I'll grow to like it around here. I hope that I'm not assuming as much as to say that I can stay here. I...don't really have elsewhere to go, and if your kingd-er, clan, needs another set of paws, I would be a fool to decline," he continued. Thoro knew he had to put on a kind smile. He was usually quiet and only spoke when he needed to, but these were cats he never met, their lifestyle all the different. He had to show that he could call these cats a family—a clan. He also had to tell himself; he knew the cats he knew and loved will never come back, they were all dead. However, maybe someday this place would just become...normal.

Thoro nodded slowly. "I would greatly appreciate the offer," he said, pausing to stifle a yawn. "However, mayhaps the morning would be better suited for such an occasion. It's been long nights for me as of recently; I would enjoy some peaceful sleep for a change."