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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]This place brought back memory after memory for the older male. Even with a blind fold on could he point out the tree his former husband had hung himself from, the place where he raised his two daughters, and the place where he committed his many suicide attempts. It was hard to believe he use to be a leader here during the brighter days of ThunderClan, despite how short his reign had been. It had been three years since then and everything had cleared up. He had moved away, got re-married, and found a new life. With his second husband missing in action now, Nosferatu grew tired of being deputy and a high position for near every clan he joined, thus he retired back home.


    The cross road's demon weaved through the brush and vegetation, heading to a giant oak that grew outside of the camps reached. As he reached it, the ebony feline came to a stop and tilted his head back, looking up at the lower branch. Looking closer and closer could he still see where the rope had rubbed the bark off of the branch. He had forgiven William since that day, but he would never forget the hell he had gone through after that. Taking a seat, the male curled his head around his paws, alluring emerald visionaries proceeding to examine the oak as if he was expecting something extraordinary to occur.


  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black][abbr=tempest ; male ; thunderclan warrior ; one year old ; black tom, blue eyes ; npc x npc]INFORMATION[/abbr] — INTERACTIONPOWERSOTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]It wasn't rare for Tempest to be found wandering the territory alone, quite lost in his own thoughts, his deep, blue gaze cast skywards to watch the sway of the branches in the slight wind that whistled through ThunderClan's forest. Despite having joined the Clan over a week ago after being a loner his entire life, he didn't know many here, nor have anyone that he would really consider his friend. Therefore, much of the feline's time was spent alone out in the forest, usually sitting in the fork of a tree somewhere. And he was alright with that - he could cope with solitude.
    The black tom walked slowly this day, enjoying the shade that the tall trees provided immensely. It was hot, very hot, and his black coat absorbed the sun's rays much more than he liked, leaving him itchy and uncomfortable under his coat. He just wanted to find a suitable tree to climb and doze in; that was all he required in this moment in time.
    As he walked, the male noticed someone out of the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to glance in the direction of their figure. Through the thick undergrowth, he could just make out a black feline, much like himself, sitting at the base of a grand oak tree, gazing up amongst its branches. Tempest drew to a halt, gazing at the other feline intently, but found that he didn't recognise them. Maybe he should go and introduce himself - that was the done thing when you didn't know one of your Clanmates (he was assuming that they were a ThunderClanner like himself), right? He wasn't sure, but it felt like the most correct path of action to take.
    The male changed the course of his dark paws and shouldered through the thick, slightly heat-shrivelled vegetation, approaching the other male quietly. "Greetings," he spoke, his voice deep and gravelly, once he was a pace away. Others may think that this was a little too close to be to someone, especially someone one wasn't previously antiquated with, but Tempest had little awareness of personal space. He was somewhat lacking in the social skills department. "I do not recognise you. My name is Tempest, may I ask what yours is?"
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]It would have been plausible for the male to be susceptible to the heat more than most, however, he was use to it. This heat was nothing compared to the places he had been, that, and the coverage that the trees provided shielded the most damaging rays. Out of his four bodies, only one was not solid black and that was his original body. It was a striped hyena, which was a light, sandy color of fur, the stripes and markings on his face being the only black part. Part of him wanted to return to that body, but for now, he was happy with the one he was possessing now.


    Sensing the other male before he even spoke, the domestic turned his toward him as he neared. When it came to Nosferatu, he did not care about personal space, really. The only time he minded it was when someone was in his face for that got on his nerves. After siring and mothering more children than he could remember, one would think he would be use to it for having dealt with young children for the most part. Despite that, he still hated it. "Join the club bucko." the ebony cat meowed, tail tip flicking to and fro. It was a shame no one remembered him, but immortality was the root of it all. You would always out live your friends and family, and all of his children who inherited his demonic bloodline seemed to have gone their own way. "Name's Nosferatu Gabriel, but Nos works too." the emerald-eyed male spoke. Aside from the eyes, the two felines looked identical, both sporting the obsidian-hued coat. Aside from the eye color, Nosferatu was much smaller than your average domestic cat, not quite a munchkin cat, but not a full size one either. "Tempest, hm? Are you like a wind god or some shit like that?"


  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black][abbr=tempest ; male ; thunderclan warrior ; one year old ; black tom, blue eyes ; npc x npc]INFORMATION[/abbr] — INTERACTIONPOWERSOTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]Tempest was momentarily confused by the other male telling him to 'join the club', his imaginary eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the phrase. Having been brought up with only his mother for company, the young warrior was fairly immune to pop culture references, stock phrases, sarcasm and many other general features of spoken language. Therefore, he was unsure of what the black feline was trying to tell him, but skirted over it, deciding not to bring it up. He'd been mocked enough by now to just let little things like that that he didn't understand slide.
    The black tom nodded as Nosferatu told him his name, also offering him a nickname. Tempest was never one for using shortened versions of others names, and his own, unless he was specifically told to use them. Therefore, he would refer to Nosferatu as Nosferatu - he didn't really see what difference it would make, anyway.
    As Nosferatu questioned his name, asking him if he was a god or something along those lines, Tempest shook his head, his expression as blank as always. "No, I am not a god," he replied, his voice a little distant as he thought into the origins of his name. His mother had chosen it, insisting that it suited him, and that he was similar to the name's meaning - a violent storm. Tempest deeply disagreed - he was calm, unruffled and quiet, the complete opposite of a tempest. The black male often considered changing his name, but always decided against it on the grounds that it was the sole remaining tie that he had with his mother. He missed her greatly, and changing his name, especially without her permission, seemed wrong. "My mother chose my name," Tempest continued after a moment's pause for thought, his voice less distant, keeping intense eye contact with Nosferatu. He noticed the lovely emerald green of the other male's optics, and how well the colour suited his deep black coat, so much like his own. "She thought it would suit me."
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