bigfoot's terf bangs ruined my friendship || skyclan patrol

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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width:400px; text-align:justify;] // @Wasppaw @Tatteredstar.


    He watched as the trees became more and more scarce, thinning out with each pawstep he took. It was a telltale sign that he and the others travelling with him were getting closer and closer to their destination. The sunlight became more prevalent, beaming down on them as best as it could despite the clouds that littered the sky. The SkyClanner was thankful for it, even if his natural pelt and bulk already helped with keeping him warm to begin with.


    But he wouldn't spend very long thinking about it. They were there for a reason, after all. He had no time to dawdle. Besides, they were already at the border, judging by the intense smell of WindClan that permeated the air. The Maine Coon mix slowed to a stop, whiskers twitching as he searched the moors for any sign of a patrol. The grass had grown back since the last time he was there, and several plants could be seen growing up out of the grown. He exhaled softly at the sight of the vegetation. Good, they were doing better. It had been some time, though, so it only made sense that they would've recovered.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]WindClan was one of the groups that Tatteredpelt didn't have a history, so he was glad that they were visiting it. The patrol's visits to RiverClan and ThunderClan had been emotionally charged for him, and while he certainly wasn't feeling calm now—how could he, with his daughter-in-law gone?—he was certainly feeling calmer. Drawing to a stop besides the other maine coon, the tom took a moment to glance at his companion before searching the moor. Unlike the medicine cat, he hadn't had any involvement with the fire, and it didn't even cross his mind.
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    Runningspirit hadn't been here during the time that WindClan had caught on flames, though that didn't mean the Clan didn't talk about it. He still didn't have a lot of information on it, but still. He at least knew it happened, right? The tabby's ears pricked as he caught the scent of SkyClan and he quickly changed his route, walking over to where the two cats stood. "Hey there." Runningspirit meowed as he came over, tilting his head a little bit at them. "What brings you were to WindClan?"


    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 2/2][justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    runningspirit | male (he/him) | senior warrior of (traditional) windclan [shp] | physically and mentally 2 years
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT][/color] brown tabby tom with green eyes
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    no mental disabilities
    PERSONALITY:
    protective, thoughtful, honest, quick thicker, quick talker, confident
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; heteroromantic, heterosexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    [color=lightblue]OTHER:
    played by maple
    Minty (npc, lilac torbie) xx Tyler (npc, brown tabby) (gen 1)

    It was the medicine cat that I couldn't keep my eyes off of. He was built with a large body; one that I would have imagined belonged to a warrior. Yet on his pelt clung the familiar scents that hung around in my own den, scents that had nested themselves in the creases of my skin and hugged the curves of my body, bristles of my fur. His body was tense and held stresses I could not even fathom. What news they had to bring us, what questions they would pose - it all was unknown to me and that was enough for my heart to race a few beats faster.


    "Hello." I offered a soft and careful greeting. Runningspirit had asked the only question that came to my mind, so I opted to remain silent after. I sat and curled my tail around my front paws that I tucked beneath my chest. With a position of comfort settled into, I settled my curious gaze on the SkyClanners and waited to see what it was they were on our lands for.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]Skyclan had always been a bit of an oddity to the tom. They werent near the other clans and were too calm. It was just, weird. Every clan had quarrels with eachother, except Skyclan. With the exception of Bloodclan raids, those foxhearts got to everyone.


    The tabby padded towards the odd scents with a smile. Then a flick of his tail to add to the greeting. Of course, then that smile left and he held a harder expression. Runningspirit had already said what needed to be asked, so all he could do was stand there and look pretty for now.
    [spoiler=info — updated 1.23]
    GENERAL
    ★ STORMGAZE | STORM, BUCKY | MALE
    ★ Demiromantic | Homosexual
    ★ Single | ½ Harriergaze/Stormwing
    ★ George [NPC] x Winifred [NPC] | Generation 1
    ★ 26 months | October, 2014 | Scorpio | Ages every 2 weeks
    ★ Windclan | Senior Warrior | Clan Uncle
    IMPORTANT FACTS
    ★ introduced 10.14.16
    ★ got prosthetic leg 10.31
    ★ smells like gunpowder
    ★ confused about sexuality right now
    PHYSICAL
    ★ Domestic Feline [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — average height brown tabby with low white, white decorating chest and top of muzzle
    — heterochromatic eyes, brown left yellow right
    — prosthetic metal left leg
    — [i]major injuries: things that affect their health
    — [i]minor injuries: things that do not affect their health
    PERSONALITY
    ★ Stormgaze is a proud father-type. He loves kits and treats them as his kids. Kids whom he'd do anything for. Fight, die, he would do anything as long as his children ask him to. But, hes also a hoverparent. He'll peek around and wont stop until he knows everything thats going on.
    ★ Stormgaze is quiet typically. Yet, he's always ready to speak his mind. He refuses to be out spoken and is bold worded. A stubborn but quiet creature.
    — observant
    — will fite u if u harm his kiddos
    — ESTP
    — he follows the code loyally but will break it if someone he loves asks him too. He has strict morals and sticks to them like glue.
    INTERACTION
    ★ He makes friends easily if in a good mood
    ★ Mentally: Hard | Physically: Extreme
    ★ Starts and ends fights | will provoke | will negotiate
    ★ Attack in #45210A
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    [color=white]Much like Dawnfeather, Fawnpaw was most interested in SkyClan's medicine cat. Although she felt she did not need much more teaching, she knew Dawnfeather and herself needed some sort of help, and perhaps the herb-smelling feline could deliver it. The medicine apprentice padded up slowly, her fur matted and ungroomed. It was not a great way to present herself to the SkyClanners, but she had not had time to clean herself up from searching the snowy forest for healing plants. Purring softly, the ginger feline said nothing and waited for the other's reply.