[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"Yeah," Wolfram agreed with a little nod, stretching a bit before he looked down towards Barium before back at the view.
[sorry it is short.][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Wolfram padded over after hearing that- he figured it was pretty important, and besides; Cambrian had addressed them all.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"I don't consider myself an elite knight in any way but I volunteer," Wolfram added as he padded over and sat down- he was rather curious why Bistre needed a group, but if he was allowed to go with, he figured he'd get to find out why.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]The afternoon was dusted with flurries- something that Wolfram was starting to get use to. The first snow of the season had freaked him out, but it had seemed a few members recognized it so he was as stated- getting use to it. By now, the snow had at least dusted his pelt- but he had taken to eating some that was already on the ground. It was like water, yet solidified.
Other than that- yeah, snow. It was snowing.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"I'll go with," Wolfram responded with a bit of a yawn before bounding over- hunting wasn't his strong spot, and surprisingly- fighting was something he wasn't entirely good at either. But it' benefit the clan so the brown tabby figured he'd join in on the patrol if he could.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"I'm going to watch," He had recently already gotten hypothermia and frostnip from the freezing cold ocean so he wasn't about to jump into ice cold water again. Besides, Fraiser already helped him with swimming- he learned he didn't have to use his back legs. So he'd watch for now.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"Sure," Wolfram once again volunteered- it'd be useful to help out camp and get some exercise since he had been slacking lately. Both in exercise and a bit in activity. Despite exercising quite a bit- he still wasn't as strong as other cats but he could help out here and there when it came to cleaning up the place.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Once his attack hit, he was a tad bit disoriented due to the fall and it took him a moment to shake off the small case of dizziness, thankful jay and vel were there since they got to attack the stranger while he was regaining his footing.
not long after vel's attack, wolfram lunged at the other side of fraiser- aiming for the legs. with a paw extended, he aimed to hit fraiser's front leg to bring it out from under him. with the barrage of other attacks, wolfram's hope was to knock him over and get him off of his paws with that.
[oops, this was short.][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;]"WHAT?!" Wolfram screeched in response to what Cambrian had said- he didn't know what was going on but it seemed Fraiser had disappeared- something that just never crossed his mind as something that would happen. He didn't know about Fraiser being a selkie and neither did he know that strawberry leopards were rare- so to him, they just captured him and killed him for some reason. That was what those loud bangs were on the territory right? Them, the twolegs, trying to kill them, the animals.
Anger bristled in his fur as he saw the cloak- Fraiser and him weren't on good terms the last time they had talked but Fraiser was pretty much everything. The first one he got close to, his best friend, he became like a big brother to him despite Fraiser and Cambrian later on adopting him as their son. It pissed him off, and hurt him, to no end that the twolegs had taken him.
The rage- it was something he had been use to. He use to always be angry until the issue toned down, he stopped letting anger get to him- but everything that he had possibly been bottled up was coming to light along with this rage. He was trembling- he looked so defeated and on the brink of tears. Tho it wasn't sadness, part of it was but the most of it wasn't.
"Why did they do this?" Wolfram questioned Cambrian- he was trying his best to keep his voice from cracking.
Was he too weak to stop them? Was he too weak to stop the other instances he had gone through? Was he too weak to do anything?
Was it because of him that Fraiser was taken? [/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Wolfram was there in a somewhat of a track post, offering a light smile tho that was it.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]shaking, uncontrollable shaking- he couldn't take this loss. he thought he had accepted death as a part of life- or maybe he had actually just been bottling everything and covering it up due to shock after loosing both of his parents and maybe another or two- he couldn't keep track and neither did he want to count right now.
he remained a little away from the group- he didn't want to face anyone or see anyone, and he most certainly didn't want anyone to see him crying. wolfram's body was shaking from the sobs he was trying to control, tears streaming from his voice and there was an occasional muffled hiccup but that was it. nothing more.
he'd remain there for the rest of the night or until everyone left the bonfire.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"See you later," Wolfram called out- saying nothing more, he didn't know her very well and so it wasn't much of a loss to him. He was also falling into depression but that was another story for another time.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"Don't believe we met either, i'm Wolfram," The brown tabby introduced himself- his voice was flat for once but nothing more needed to be said. He was rather upset and didn't want to talk.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][retro to move and stuff bc stuff.]
Wolfram had little muse lately and he didn't quite know what he was going to do- giving a bit of a huff, the skinny form gnawed at a skinny mouse- he was really restricting his eating lately but it was so the clan mates would have more over the winter. He didn't need that much, he never needed that much.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]For everyone- kittens and elders and everything in between, Wolfram had frozen over a large river. He was still trying to stop a nose bleed due to using the power of manipulating molecules but it had been pretty impressive. He absolutely enjoyed the fact he had been able to improve a bit- considering the ice was thick enough with the cold and everything that they wouldn't fall through.
For now he'd only watch because he wasn't entirely good with ice skating, especially on only three legs.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"No no no no," The rushed no's were meant to be in a more gentle tone- he hoped he had accomplished that. "I'm not sick and it isn't necessarily bad. Not the best for me but I can't eat much, others deserve the food much more than I do," The warrior explained with a bit of a soft smile, partially a smirk. He mainly didn't want to scare the other with the lack of eating.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"Yes, i'm equal to them and i'm not inferior," He confirmed that as he swallowed hard- "You see, there is a lot more prey in the summer because it is really warm. There isn't much prey in the winter because it is really cold. Prey hates the cold so they hide and we don't get much food during the winter as we would in the summer- it is a food shortage, really. I would rather starve than have kittens, elders, apprentices, and others in the clan starve. So I eat less so they can have more so they won't be as hungry," Wolfram explained the situation to her in the best tone as he could possible- going for diplomatic but not quite, aiming more for a parental tone but he was kind of failing.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"Hey you two," Wolfram inquired- he hadn't seen the look-a-likes around before, there were a lot of new members he hadn't met yet. So for now he'd refer to him as 'you' until he got their names. A smile was offered on his face as he padded over and sat down near them.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"What are you looking for?" Wolfram inquired as he limped over- Sunny was still against the whole territory thing until the issues were sorted out by staff happened but all threads couldn't be retro and Wolfram needed to be active so it was time to start posting with him.
With a yawn, Wolfram sat down, the bobbed tail twitching- it was weird not to let it curl around him anymore. Either way, he was still curious about the whole thing.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Blood.
There had been so much blood he felt his stomach churn and his legs go weak- as if he was about to become sick and he was going to pass out if he didn't stop looking at what was a blood bath. This blood was found by Wolfram when he had stumbled across the sharp cliff side when he was out on a walk and trying to clear his mind, he had become so skinny since winter hit and the deaths and losses were even harder on the male. He must have been in denial, thought he accepted it as apart of life, but he was wrong.
Leaning over the cliff, green eyes widened and he gagged upon seeing the sight of Cambrian- he was always weary of the tiger yet.. he the horrible, sick, feeling he felt when he saw the mangled body couldn't be described. Gawking at the sight, eyes wide, tears were noticeably streaming; he hadn't got to know him well but Cambrian was the reason he didn't die the last near death experience he had, and both the golden tiger and the strawberry leopard had only recently adopted him as their son.
Something, he wasn't sure what, had broke upon the sight- leaping forward and digging his paws into the rock side so he didn't tumble down the sheer cliff side to end up as the same fate as Cambrian. Sharp rocks dug into his paws but it went ignored as the brown tabby scrambled his way down towards the beach and closer to his body- the blood felt wrong on his paws when he had made it. It felt gross, horrible, like he shouldn't have been touching it when he had finally hit the beach.
The sharp rocks that dug into his paw pads dug deeper as he limped over towards the body- looking over the gory scene. Tears still pouring, he collapsed onto the dead tiger's body and sobbed freely. He didn't care who saw him this time, he was blaming himself again for this death because he thought he had been too weak to stop it. Maybe he could have pulled Cambrian back before he tumbled if he had caught it in time, but even then.. he didn't have the strength.
Not only was he crying because of that, but various other things that had happened before this.
Brown paws, clearly bloody and wounded, kneaded at the side and back fur of the large beast- it was a way to express his grief along with his sobs.
Something Wolfram didn't understand was why Starclan was taking everyone, it just didn't seem right to him. [/fancypost]
