Stormclaw loved once, and he offered his heart, only for it to be stomped on. Can the RippleClan tom love ever again? Or will he reject it like she rejected him?
The question is, can you make the cut? Can you fill that hole she left? Can you make that crator in his chest a heart again?
Warning:
He is hard to get.
Forbiddens welcomed.
His looks:Dark gray tabby tom. Amber eyes, long fur.
Splashgaze sighed. So far, today had sucked. She had hunted, only to bring back a measly mouse. She had slipped in a mud puddle, AND got her mud all over the freshkill pile. She growled as she walked through RippleClan territory.
Syormclaw dragged himself through a small puddle, and tripped, soaking himself in muddy water.
Splashgaze noticed Stormclaw sitting by himself. "Hey..." She mewed. "You ok?"
occ: She looks like my avatar.
"OOf...I'm fine," he mumbled. Leopardshadow...
Splashgaz sighed. "Look, I'm not a mouse brain. I can tell your upset."
He looked up from the grimey water. "And?" He mumbled.
Splashgaze shook her head. " Soaking yourself in muddy water is not going to help you know."
He got up somberly and shook himself. He looked at his paws, fur still dripping.
"It's just...you know what happened with Leopardshadow..."
"Yeah..." Splashgaze muttered. She knew the subject was a bit touchy for him...
Appleblossom was a shy RippleClan she-cat. She had small paws, a long, fluffy tail, and silky long fur. She was a silver tabby she-cat with varying shades of orange on each of her paws, her chest, and the tip of her tail. She was always alone, partly because no one had ever liked her. She was a pretty young cat, been a warrior for two moons. But not even at her ceremony had she received much cheering. She was the lock, and a tom was the key - the only thing that could help her.
Appleblossom padded to the Fresh-Kill pile. She dropped her scrawny mouse and a water vole on top, pawing out a muddy shrew in turn. She wrinkled her nose against its bitter taste, but ate it anyway. She was starving.
Splashgaze smiled, and shook her head. "Cmon, I'll help you out." She leaned down and softly grabbed his scruff, and pulled him out of the puddle.
She ate her last mouthful of shrew, eyes flicking to Splashgaze and Stormclaw. She felt a pang as she watched them. She wished she had frienship - or even something more. She turned her head away and swept the bones into a pile somberly.