mayhem | 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This is an archived version of FeralFront.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/.

    TAGS ☆彡the daughter of crimsoncry and featherlight tried to go about her day as she usually did. there was no point in thinking about the bloodclan tension or anything else that she couldn't change. sure, some cats were still sad about their lost clanmates, but that wouldn't bring them back. that was the cold, hard truth, and she had to live with that. and so did they- no matter how sucky, and how bad, that feeling was. and that's what she tried to reason to herself with, even as she came back into camp, depositing off the bird she had managed to catch onto the fresh kill pile. it was the time of day where others shared tongues and relaxed, but she still felt so antsy. why couldn't she relax, like they did? plopping down, the she-cat would watch the others (those that were out and about in camp) from a distance, an unreadable expression on her maw.

    "Nice catch." Pumpkinstrut purrs the compliment as she begins to walk past Cherrypaw, she had seen the other feline drop it off a few moments ago... She was hungry and was heavily debating maybe even picking it up, but she decides to wait to make sure everyone who wants to eat gets the opportunity first. She didn't mind if she got what was remaining after everyone else picked. Figuring why not, since she could get more familiar with the apprentice while she waits she moves to sit at the others side a few paw-steps away. Not sure if the other was really wanting company to begin with, it was best to make sure she wasn't in their personal space. "How has training been going? Learn anything exciting recently? I remember when I was an apprentice and my mentor would teach me a new hunting technique it'd make my day... I was so obsessed with becoming ThunderClan's best hunter back then." She muses with a purr, though it was odd... Now she tried her best to be the best at everything- just that she didn't really even realize it herself half the time. If she was completely terrible at something she'd put herself down about it, kinda like how she still put herself down for messing up on patrols a week or two back...

    I'm an angel with a shotgun

    fighting til' the war's won — tags

    Cherrypaw's catch was good - Shadepaw would give her that, though he was certain he could do at least ten times better. Such was the sort of mentality he had forced himself to have - he had to believe he was superior, even if deep down he knew that was far from the truth.


    A smile tugged at his maw at the sight of his sister, the smile becoming a few inches wider at the sight of his mentor heading over to chat with her. Padding over, tail held upwards in a friendly manner, he paused beside Cherrypaw, nudging his sister's shoulder affectionately. "Nice catch," he commented, pausing to lick a paw and draw it over the top of his head - he had to make sure that his fur looked perfect after all. "Next time we're out of camp, we should compete to see who catches the most prey. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants." A playful gleam made its way into the young male's eyes. Competition always gave him a thrill, hence why he had thrown such a challenge at his sister.


    "that's just what gangsters do."

    i got scrapes on my heart from all the battles

    it's written in the scars — when i fell so hard

    Somehow the medic apprentice couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy for the two younger apprentices. Dipping his head in greeting to Pumpkinstrut and the siblings he picked up a prey to feast on. Though he looked on to the two. They had each other, their parents, and a stable anchor to belong to Thunderclan. Sure he'd been adopted by his fathers and had his adoptive siblings, Maisy's arrival solidified the deal, but he still felt something missing. That desire to be a warrior still raged deep within. Now he was only passing by to pick up something to eat, so when he approached and heard the trio talking, he couldn't help but gravitate towards them. "Looks like a good catch there. When I was a warrior apprentice, I was overjoyed to even catch a stringy vole. Birds were still hard for me to catch. you seem to have it down pat." It was mindless conversation, but the medic felt the need to stalk to them. For once, he didn't feel afraid to speak to a clanmate.


    "let me live."

    "Good catch, good catch, good catch," he mimicked in a mocking tone under his breath, an immature act, bothered by the amount of time he heard the phrase floating in the air. It was entirely selfish, his reasoning for being riled up like this; since he had the hunting skills of a warrior, he was treated like one in that regard, and was never told that he'd made a particularly good catch. It was always, 'bring them to the old people' or 'bring them to the kids'. It was a chore and he never felt rewarded for it- even in his love for kits, seeing them only reminded him of his own daughter and subsequently the fact that she was dead. "Too bad you don't get to eat that." he said, almost sneering at the stupid rules this place had set up.

    🍰 tags 🍰


    Lingering by the fresh-kill pile after an excessively long boarder patrol, Ivorypaw stood near Shane, trying to hold her tongue. Hunting was never something Ivory was ever good at, and with Pumpkinstrut talking about how much she loved hunting and Shadepaw gawking about a little competition, nobody could tell Ivorypaw that the bitter taste in her mouth wasn't warranted. Ivorypaw wouldn't take it out on Cherrypaw, though. ”That doesn't mean we don't get to eat it. What do ya say, Shane?" With an outstretched claw, Ivorypaw hooked onto the neck of the bird in the pile and she dragged it towards her and the broody warrior.

    SHANE -