Posts by derrick.

Funny enough, Derrick was here as a member of the Rift and the 141. The wolfhawk lumbered over, plopping heavily onto a blanket in the shade. "Aye, you know. But I guess I can introduce myself for others... Derrick Daremo, I'm also part of the 141. Uh, that's 'bout it." He laid his head on his large paws, shrugging his heads.

"'Sup?" Derrick sauntered over, snatching up a sausage and swallowing it. He glanced to Selfdestruction, acknowledging her for only a moment before looking back to Cyrus. "Looks like some set-up. Very cool."

Well damn, this guy was from the clan he was supposed to be an ambassador for. "Hiya." Yep, that was it. He'd let Cyrus and Strider talk among themselves after that.

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Oh, did he have a bone to pick with BloodClan. Derrick finally appeared, dropping from the sky and scouting the area for literally anyone to attack. Spotting YAMAZAKI , he'd attempt to run up and throw the kid in the air. If successful, he'd aim to slap him with his large paw. "Shut the fuck up, runt."

"Those fuckers." Derrick was sick and tired of people messing with his siblings. He glanced toward Sola, "You can already caught me in."

Derrick growled, spinning on the cheetah and stumbling away when she'd barreled into him. He felt the claws, but eh, just another set of scars. "Oh, boo-fucking-hoo. If you're so concerned about kid, keep them the fuck out." He would lunge at ISMIRA MALLISTER. , attempting to grab her foreleg and bite down hard.

Was he being accused of being a pedophile right now? Derrick gritted his teeth when he felt the child bite into his back leg. He would attempt to kick YAMAZAKI away. Stay out of their home? Ha. "You first, bitch. Keep your fucking dirty - paws -off our members," he retorted, struggling against her paw as his head was being shoved down. Those claws did not feel nice either. He could already feel the little blood drops slipping down his temple. He would surge forward, aiming to push under ISMIRA MALLISTER. and then if that worked, he would attempt to lurch upward and throw her back.

Jeez. Really now? Derrick dropped from the sky, feathers folding neatly against his sides. He yawned, sitting back and raising a brow. He made a show of sniffing the air and grimacing, "BloodClan. Let me guess, it's about me?" Gods, of course, the little brats would tattle. Whatever. He wasn't very fond of BloodClan or alliances in general lately.

Derrick jerked his head back as he was smacked with fully extended claws. He reached a paw up, pressing it against the already bleeding marks. "Hey, fuck you, bud. Your kids had it coming. If you don't like them getting their asses beat, keep them off the battlefield. I was there on SunClan business because you assholes keep taking people. Whatever. We don't fucking need you anyway." He stood, setting his paw down and spinning on his heel, aiming to smack Jackdaw with his tail before padding away.

Oh. The Rift was allies with them. Well fuck. Normally, he wouldn't care, but he didn't want to upset Cyrus. No, actually, fuck it. He didn't care either way. Derrick snapped his teeth at Smenk. "No, they don't mean shit to me." This was not the first time he'd been called a traitor and probably not the last. At least this time, it was from people he couldn't care less about. However, Smenk was successful in his distraction as the cheetah was able to pin him. His gaze snapped back to her, gritting his teeth as her claws and teeth dug into him. He growled as he kicked his back legs upward, hoping to catch ISMIRA MALLISTER. 's soft underbelly with the large claws. If he was able to, he would continue to kick her until she bled or was pushed off.

Derrick yelped. His ears were sensitive and were one of the ways to actually get him to show any pain. He would try to shake his head to get rid of YAMAZAKI even though it could possibly make the injury worse. He'd been alone for the longest time, with no one there for him, so of course, he would think that way. He glared back up at the cheetah, snorting. "You're fucking pathetic." And Amunet would actually bring a laugh out of him. How could be an aborted fetus if he was still here? Silly kids. Funny enough, he'd lost everything once and it's what made him decide he wouldn't care about alliances anymore. "Yeah, 'cause I'm so fucking scared of you." However, when he turned his gaze to the child, they grew wide. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. He would try to give another push at ISMIRA MALLISTER. , trying to scramble away from Amunet.[/i] The claws would catch him either way. He snarled, [u]aiming to roll himself over. If he was able to, he would attempt to dig the spikes in his own shoulders into Amunet 's legs.

Derrick laid under a tree. It was nighttime and he had been trying to sleep, but he couldn't sleep. He'd really fucked up and he could act like he didn't care, but the things said during the raid were bringing back bad memories. Memories of the Order, of hearing his friends leaving him for dead, the looks he would get from his clanmates. He shuddered, biting his tongue as tears fell down his face, stinging the new healing marks across his left cheek. More scars. "Not a traitor... not a traitor," he muttered to himself, hitting his head with his paw. "Why are you so fucking stupid!?" he finally yelled, surging up and crashing his paw into the tree. He was stupid and weak, and he couldn't stop crying. Why was he crying? [i]He didn't care.[/b] Nothing fazes him. He didn't feel a damn thing for any damn alliance and the only that matter in life were his siblings. Nothing more. So, why was this affecting him so much?

soap?!

Derrick jumped, spinning around. He didn't realize whoever it was, was Soap. "Go away!" he yelled, swinging a large paw at the dog. He didn't want anyone seeing him this way, and he sure as hell did not want anyone comforting him.

Recognition flashed over his face, and then was quickly replaced by guilt. "I'm sorry, Soap. I'm sorry," he muttered, surging forward and setting his paw gently against the smaller canine's face. "You're okay? I'm sorry. I-I didn't know it was you." Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Derrick set his paw down. "Stop it. You're just trying to make me feel better and it's not working," he said, frowning and turning away. He sat down, shoulders slumping.

Derrick shot a look at Soap, one of suspision and skeptism. With a sigh and roll of his pink eyes, he would turn his gaze skyward. "What is it? Did you see a UFO or somethin'?"

Derrick cracked a smile. "Heh, alright, alright... yes I see the stars."