WHEN YOU'RE FEELING BLUE (open, intro)

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    [color=#FF0000]Dovepaw was... an unusual cat. He had always had a very different outlook to cats around him, and one thing was certain - he wanted life to go his way. He was an incredibly handsome and good looking tom, and despite his young age, was already very talented. And on the outside, he even had the personality of an angel. He seemed perfect.


    But he certainly wasn't. There were things the male did that were noticeably strange, from torturing his prey before killing it, always wanting his claws out during training, the eerie smirk on his face as he slept, and all of this mixed in with his over the top positive personality... well, there was something going on.


    Right now, the large tom was examining the insides of a mouse as he ate it. It was fascinating, really, doing his research. Then again, the ThunderClanner felt as though life was something that should be explored to its fullest, and Dovepaw had decided that he was responsible for finding all the answers. Not anybody else - just him. Everybody else could just lay back and let the 'considerate' tom do his work. Death was something completely different. Well, to be honest, Dovepaw didn't really understand the concept of death, the fact that someone would leave this world. He didn't believe in StarClan, either.


    Once he had completely finished searching a certain part of the mouse, he would chew it slowly before swallowing it. Dovepaw wanted to savour every bite, plus it was healthier to digest food slowly. "Delicious!" He purred.

    Whitepaw spotted his littermate a kilometer away. Dovepaw was strange, very strange. Whitepaw maybe a grouch but at least he made sense. Whitepaw dragged himself to his littermate and said "Hello Dovepaw. I assume you're enjoying your meal". He did not understand his brother that much but tried to make an effort to. Whitepaw theorized that Mossflight was the reason behind Dovepaw's personalitypersonality. Whitepaw blamed a lot of things on his mother. Well it was always her fault anyway. Maybe his brother just craves something and is trying to figure out what it is. Not like craving food but craving knowledge or a feeling.

    "Absolutely!" the feline replied cheerfully as Whitepaw came over. His brother was a grumpy one, and that was strange. Why was Whitepaw so grumpy? The world was beautiful, and Dovepaw strived to make it even more beautiful and stunning. He just wanted to help everybody. Too bad that his definition of help was completely different to everybody else's. "I'm taking my time with this here mouse!" He wasn't embarrassed about his unusual habits, and hoped the Clan would respect and honour him for them. Of course, Dovepaw had no clue that something like that was never going to happen. He continued tearing the poor mouse apart, looking around inside it.

    /retro to injuries


    Spottedfern had never seen a cat do such a strange thing. Why would anyone want to examine the insides of the mouse? All it would be was a bunch of slimy stuff and blood. She shrugged, a little confused. She then padded in the direction of the two apprentices, both sons of Mossflight. How many kits did she have again? "Hello you two. I don't believe I have met either of you. I'm Spottedfern," the Bengal introduced herself.

    && The blue point had been laying off to the side, enjoying a small mouse of his own, when he saw two of his nephews off to the side. Upon seeing that, he picked up his prey and padded over, carefully placing his meal on the ground and laying close to it, one paw on the dead animal. He didn't say anything, just beginning to eat his meal once again with a content smile on his face. Sure, he found his nephews to both be a little strange, but they were still family. And he was hoping that whatever strange habits they may have, if it was too bad in the end then hopefully they would grow out of it.
    __________________________________________________________


    information — updated: 01/22/17

    To be perfectly honest, Dovepaw creeped her out. His off putting fascination with the macabre and morbid mad her wonder what went on through the young tom's head. What else would he be curious to see the insides of? Tanglepaw really didn't want to know. She strolled past, trying not to look at the strange apprentice and his nauseating little plaything, and sat next to spottedfern, exchanging a concerned glance with her friend.

    "Hello Spottedfern!" Dovepaw replied, surprised as well as a little disappointed that no one had mentioned his strange habits yet. He was proud of them after all, thinking that by studying the mouse, he was doing a good thing. He didn't even understand that the rodent had left this world, or that it was suffering. He planned on eating it, but believed that somehow, it would still be alive and well. Strange thoughts, but it was what Dovepaw believed.

    He took another small bite out of the freshkill. "An absolute pleasure to meet you! I'm Dovepaw - in case you didn't know, and his name is Whitepaw,"    he gestured to his littermate with a paw, long, sharp claws outstretched. He hated sheathing them. He continued tearing the mouse apart. "Hiya, Branchpaw, Tanglepaw! What's going on?"

    "We are brothers" Whitepaw added after his brother introduced him to Spottedfern. Whitepaw went to the freshkill pile and took a squirrel. He did not like the tail so he tore it off and put it on the side. He said to his uncle "Hello Branchpaw" then to the older apprentice "Hello Tanglepaw".

    "Yup! And Branchpaw here's our uncle! We're all one big, happy family, you see?" it did really seem as though Dovepaw was very happy and cheerful, even though he certainly had a darker side. Only, he didn't see it as his 'dark side' for he just saw it as being normal and helpful. And that was all the ThunderClanner wanted to do - help. After Whitepaw tore off the tail, Dovepaw asked, "Why are you tearing that off? Well, I'll gladly take it!" And he snatched the tail, beginning to look through it using his long claws.

    Creampaw noticed a group of his kin hanging out together and padded over smiling. Cream gave a cheerful hello to everyone as he looked around to see what was going on. He decided to just ask instead of guessing. The cheerful tom mewed calmly to his kin and the others.



    "Heya everyone! What did I miss?"

    "Hi Creampaw! Well, right now, I'm eating this mouse - very slowly!" He proceeded to get the rodent's blood on his claws. He lifted his claws up close to his face, examining with ice blue eyes. Blood... a liquid so important to the body. What happened if you didn't have blood? Dovepaw knew he would have to experiment.

    "Oh well that's cool! Just make sure the respect the lives the prey lost to give us food."



    Creampaw smiled to his nephew kindly. Unlike Dovepaw Cream believed in starclan and was quite a loyal cat to the religion of the clans. The tom respected those who didn't share those beliefs and understood their rights as clan cats. Dovepaw can still be kind of creepy.

    "Lives lost? Oh, it's fine! You must be getting confused - look how happy this mouse is!" The tom grabbed the corners of his prey's mouth and curved it into something that looked like a terrifying smile. The ThunderClanner had no clue how inappropriate he was being, as this was natural for him. As far as he was concerned, that mouse was fine, and was happy that Dovepaw was making use of it.