the smurfs [ open; disappearance ]

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    It was dark, he shouldn't have been outside but he flicked his ears back with a small frown. He had decided to do some late night exploring thus leading him somewhere far in the territory. He was alone though soon enough there was a sudden growl that made his fur prickle, he quickly stumbled ahead with tail as well as the fur along his spine prickling with fear. At some point, it had caught up to him and it released a snarl as it starting tearing mercilessly at one of his hind legs causing him to yowl aloud with surprise and pain. He managed to writhe away after it clawed at his shoulders and bit down on his tail. He dashed off into the unknown making sure he didn't trip, the sound of panting and growls being released from the unknown beast. It had russet fur and dark paws, it was a fox.


    The last traces or clues for Shadowclan to have were pieces of fur and blood. Some would assume Batpaw as dead or gone but who knew just yet. He was gone. . .


    [ @Wasppaw ;^ )
    anyways this is for plot reasons, bat is either to be assumed dead or missing. thanks for the nice run in shadowclan aah. he might or might not visit ]

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    [fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]It didn't take long for Wolfpaw to realize her brother was missing.
    He never showed up, and of course, she set out to find him, regardless of whether or not she had somebody with her or not. Batpaw wasn't here, and she was gonna find him and drag him back before he got in trouble or somethin'. But she didn't. She didn't catch a glimpse of a blue pelt, not even a tuft of fur. Not even as she followed his scent trail. Until she did.
    Snuffing at the ground, she finds a tuft or two of blue fur. And, unmistakably, fox. She's never scented fresh fox before, until now, and her hackles rise.
    "Batpaw ?" Her voice breaks, and she feels nervous and scared. Where was he ? Wolfpaw glances around, ears pricked and eyes wide. Where was he ? "Batpaw ?!" She tries again, voice rising and panic setting into her voice. He'd been here as the same time as the fox. Where was he ? She lets out a keening sound, glancing around. There was only a faint splash of blood, not enough to be concerned, but ... She dashes, yowling her brother's name all the while, all caution forgotten. What if something had happened to him ?! She follows the trail until the border, eyes wild as she throws her head. His scent is muddled with that of the border, of the fox, and she pants heavily, despair weighing on her shoulders heavily. "C'mon, this isn't funny ..." She states tearfully, though it's clear she knows this isn't a joke. There isn't a body, and she would've chased him across the border if it meant she'd find him, but ... there was a fox. And ... she wouldn't make it. She wasn't strong enough to live on her own, but what about Batpaw ? She sniffles, looking around almost desperately for something, anything. There's nothing. She sits down hard, eyes wide as she attempts to register this turn of events. Her brother was missing, chased off by a fox. And ... she'd probably never see him again. He was dead. Most likely dead, and she wasn't going to see him again. Batpaw. Probably her only friend, though a little exasperated with her antics. Who was probably being eaten by a fox at this very moment. A shudder runs across her shoulders as she slumps to the ground, claws digging into the ground. She ... was never going to see Batpaw again. No more jokes, no more "accidentally" covering him in dirt. Starclan. She hiccups as she buries her face into her paws, shivering despondently on the border, inconsolable.

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    "Bearclaw should've let me kill it. The fox." He stated in a calm, matter-of-fact voice, assuming that this fox was the same one that harassed Silver. He sit down and began to groom himself. "Well, there he goes, I guess."


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    GENERAL:
    ✘ locustkit locustpaw locust???
    ✘ cisgender male
    ✘ six months old
    ✘ apprentice of traditional shadowclan
    ✘ ALL opinions are IC
    PERSONALITY:
    ✘ proud / stubborn / selfish / outspoken / vain / snide / unpredictable / humorous / temperamental / ambitious / restless / fidgety
    ✘ entp / neutral evil
    ✘ doesn't think very highly of romance / prone to dishonesty / morning person
    APPEARANCE
    ✘ impeccably groomed / tries to have good posture / tends to swagger
    ✘ thick, near-black grey fur / ominous yellow eyes / white toes [front paws only] / white chin / white tailtip
    ✘ sturdily built / on the tall side / obvious thunderclan blood [broad shoulders, strong body]
    CURRENT:
    ✘ injuries: lacerations in mouth [fresh] bite wound on shoulder [fresh] bruising on head [fresh] notched ear [mostly healed] scratched cheek [mostly healed] bitten paw [mostly healed]
    ✘ emotional state: heavily frustrated but less inclined to harm others physically
    ✘ having a hard time speaking due to mouth injuries / incredibly sore / very tired
    TRIVIA
    ✘ locustpaw was named for his father's father
    ✘ his father is a thunderclan cat, making locustpaw half-clan
    ✘ playlist ( x )
    ✘ voice reference ( x )