The sympathizer was back again. The warmer weather drew more prey, and more chances to repay what his clan mates had stolen in past moons. He dragged his weary paws towards the border, dropping the three mice he’d been carrying. If he gave away all his prey, he’d have nothing for darkclan, so hopefully the blind warrior had chosen his fattest pieces to offer the wronged clan.
Having been out among the territory, the scent of a DarkClanner brought suspicion. Mount hated to feel such a way about their neighbors, but after several instances of breaking the code and stealing prey, the apprentice just didn't know what to think. He made his way toward the border quickly to ensure that there was no thievery occurring, but the chocolate male was rather surprised by what he saw. He watched as Cinderflame dropped three mice to the ground. What was this? Mountainpaw drew closer, his amber eyes trained on the DarkClanner. "Hi there," he greeted, a little bit awkwardly but certainly not unkindly - the young tomcat didn't have an unkind bone in his body. He just wasn't exactly sure what to make of this. Could DarkClan be working to make right on their crimes?
"I WANT TO BREAK FREE" & TAGS
Pawsteps. ShadowClan. The tom’s ears flicked, nose twitching as he took in their scent. Young voice. Apprentice? ‘Hello.’ He signed out, but an older voice made him freeze. Authority. Leader? The question graced his ears, and he suddenly felt hot with embarrassment. Perhaps a little shame.. he was breaking the code, but in a good way- hopefully.
‘Leader wronged clan. I take and give back to wronged clan. Let us starve in peace instead of dragging another clan with us into extinction, yes?’ The slate grey warrior signed in response, tail swishing behind him.
Twigs snapped with the force of a gun hammer on an unsuspecting bullet, beneath the bulging tendons that tethered around the massive bones in his paws. The ivory goliath made across the nettle floor, resplendent optics blistering over with scrutiny upon the blind Darkclanner’s frame. Three mice at their disposal. The scent of the mountains carrying over the border, making his sinewy skin twitch with irritation. Sorrelstar spoke reminding him of the rumor and confirming his suspicions. Legion spewed forth like a boiling kettle, speaking his mind, bitter as vinegar but Hornetsting couldn’t help but agree in a way. It wasn’t so much painful to watch the adults rot as it was to think of the children, innocent, having not asked to be born into such chaos. "your heart can be seen as one of kindness from us in this moment, but in the eyes of Darkclan’s children. What are you?" it was a challenging question, he glanced swiftly to his leader and dipped his head silently. As senior warrior, he felt as though his job were to be her guard, much akin to the position of guard in Bloodclan.
HORNETSTING fka. 'lucian'
THE FALLEN PRINCE. -- ★ ★ ★
bisexual ▪ polyamorous ▪ ARTISTIC REFERENCE
senior warrior of shadowclan
Hematophagy addict (drinks blood)
apprentice ▪ ___
caledon x waspwing ▪ 2nd gen
descrip. roguishly handsome white tom with black paws and golden eyes.
gentle sinner - will attack - hard
▪ heavily trained former Bloodclanner. ▪
POSH, TACTICAL, JUDICIOUS, CONGENIAL
He was not taking this back! No way! It was now drenched in ShadowClan scent having been sitting on that border. He did not want his clanmates congratulating him for doing something he didn’t. But before he could sign a word in, another voice interjected. ‘It would make me a traitor, yes, but I’m notletting my clan starve out another clan. What about your kits? Your elders? You would accept prey from allies, yes? Consider me an ally.’
"You are no ally." he voice came from the shadows as the apprentice made his way over. Yellow eyes looking them over, thinking them as a threat more than anything. Palepaw didn't trust this, not after all the prey stealing and the stuff Bloodclan had done. "Giving us prey is a way to make you feel better. Isn't your clan suffering? Go feed them."
shadowclan ✾ apprentice ✾ 12 moons ✾ boy ✾ npc x npc ✾ tags