[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]hey samson. as rin said, it'd be great to have you
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]the rockslide had taken a toll, that much was clear. both physical and mental wounds hindered activity. at least they were all lucky enough to still be alive, he supposed. not that he wasn't milking the leniency that was being offered. after all, adderpaw had a tendency to forego duties either way until the very last minute. this time he had a reason somewhat rather than his own laziness to hold accountable.
the red and white apprentice made his way to the assembly, olive luminaries casting skywards at the savannah standing point upon highrock. the demotions were listed, honorary call outs given, nothing spectacular. a deep exhale was pushed from exhausted lungs, blowing through the roseate nose fixed on the end of his scarred alabaster maw. his ceremony should be approaching soon, as he'd served his extra moon as an apprentice and was ready to be promoted. that's if he wasn't to be held back yet again.
wouldn't be that surprising. but, hey, he'd still kick up shit.
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]an accident? wtf happened
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]styg what did you Do
revive bat
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]sheo's a domestic now, right?
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]im suffering kids
i hve muse but no motivation
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]less replies might b easier to reply to so yeah,, i'll give it a go
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]i need to answer old thread //side eyes
welcome to tc !!
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]"your name is going to be hurtbutt for keeping me up."
the sour threat that fell weak on purpose came from thunderclan's eldest apprentice. adderpaw had been lying close to one of the den's border, burrowing his nose in bristling tail of copper. uncurling himself, the red and white tom stretched his forelegs out before him, claws peeking from sheathes to scrape at the ground. with that, he rolled himself up into crouch, then slid into a stand that allowed him to walk closer to the group.
a droop in his eyelids told of his drowsiness. however, he couldn't sleep with the others chattering like a bunch of hyperactive kits. how he hoped the warriors' den would be better. "you have a ways to go before your promotion. if you make it that is. could always die before then." a shrug was given at his last comment. honestly, he might consider being the one to end them if they kept him up too long. -
[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]while wolfnose's comment had been an excuse, the apprentice took it as a challenge. sharp optics fixated on the dark savannah who was just sitting there on his rump like some nest-bound kitten. a narrow of his eyes like him looking almost reptilian - olive eyes darkly glassy with pupils elongated and pointed like black needles. with a hunch of his shoulders, a red-masked face would tip below as if he were hunting rather than approaching a fellow clanmate.
his eyes were dusky crescent moons as he slide over to the older tom fluid as water. his lip twitched to reveal a canine poking from beneath his whiskers in a mischievous snarl. "you really gonna sit this out? what kind of message will that send to the young ones? come on, get up and let's spar." he didn't know wolf well, only really knew his relation to adderstar. but, he was the only free warrior there and adder wouldn't sit this out. the masc would be good competition anyway.
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]"you make it sound like it's hard. face it - unless you've been out of battle, you're just going to be some soft-footed kit sucking the life out of the clan. get a few scars, and then we can talk." the white masc was fixed with a level glare, viridian eyes shining in the low light. adderpaw would have shaken his head if he felt it worth the minimal energy. how dare this kid talk to him as though he was undeserving of the rank. he'd done more than that weak dormouse ever had. he had a rip in his ear, marks on his neck, and facial blemishes to prove that. had glacierpaw ever chased off another clan cat? how about two? had he ever been on raid?
dovepaw's failed attempt at humor garnered the younger with nothing but a forced smile that was so halfhearted that it looked more like he was taunting the child. "it's an apprentice talk, yeah? age doesn't matter as long as i have the suffix. thank for trying to exclude me, though. i appreciate you trying to save my time." dove's question of how he was doing was left unanswered. the youth didn't care. nobody did. no point in giving information nobody cared for.
next to address him would be tanglepaw. shoulders tensed, adder becoming a statue that moved robotically as an ear tilted in the she's direction, olive luminaries sliding smoothly to gaze upon her. they may have been the same age, but it was clear who was likely to win should a fight break out. "might have been. so, if i were you, i'd be careful. you know i don't back down on threats." he and tangle had fought before. adder had been the victor that time and, if it were to ever happen again, he was positive he'd grind her into the ground once again.
but, no. he wouldn't make the first move. full of energy as he was, adderpaw was aware that one more strike would get him thrown out of thunderclan. he wasn't risking his heritage on some lowlife, sad excuse that couldn't do anything without consent of her best-friend-whatever spottedfern. "guess we both have the same problem, then. difference is i actually have potential."
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]it wasn't an utterance of surprise nor the crack of a skull against slab that drew the apprentice to the brutal scene. no, instead he had been called by the yowl of olivebranch. with his hunting trip abandoned, adderpaw skulked through the white powdered brush, a camouflaged hunter of mostly alabaster. his curious eyes pried into the scene so that it was almost intrusive in the way he took the surroundings in.
accidents were, after all, quite noticeable. and being that warriors had noses trained to smell the smallest drop of blood and ears to heart the flittering thrum of a mouse's heartbeat, it was a task to hide even minor injury. so it really didn't take long to see the silvery form lying prone on the ground. stoneface's form, while usually dusted only with hued lashes of soft brown, now held a starkly crimson lining on her facial area. must have been quite a fall from how dazed she was. adder wouldn't move closer, and would instead take a seat a foxlength or so away as he awaited her help.
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]// all posts are strictly ic. whats said in my descriptions are from adders pov so theres going to be some obvious bias. also!! he actually has training. he trained under dapplestar up until she demoted herself and now with adderstar (oocly so as to not swamp threads). sorry for the confusion
mouse-brained as ever he saw. adderpaw could have thrashed tangle right there and then for trying to rile him while they were both on probation. truth be told, the red and whote tom might have given in to the urge were it another moon on the line rather than his entire allowance to stay in his home. even with that, the idea was still appealing.
"actually, tanglebrain," adder hissed arrogantly through his smug expression. "i've trained under dapplestar and adderstar, been on a double rescue mission to bloodclan, and went on a raid to shadowclan. what can you say for yourself?" he would leave out the fact that he'd chased off not one but two trespassers (though he blinded one of the stranger's eyes). not to mention that he had befriended raggedstar at one point when she was still sparrowfall. safe to say adderpaw had been around and experienced a lot.
branchpaw's exasperated tone matched the elder masculine's own tired rasp. he had been looking forward to sleeping as well, but of courae he was looped in to this pissing contest with tangle. she didn't get to put him down, though. not when he was better. not when he actually had value. a grunt came from him then, whiskers twitching as he addressed the rest of the cats. "you're waking everyone up. was there a point to this conversation, or can we sleep now?"
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]tossin in the adderxadder crackship to revive to chat
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]broken.
her jaw was broken. it sat lopsided and crooked from her skull, the skin around contorting in divotted stretches that hadn't been there the last time he'd seen the tabby. there was blood, and panic, and yelling from several sources. stoneface lay there in pain clear as the ice that'd befallen her, though not nearly as transparent.
and it was the cinnamon and silver form lying in a pitiful heap on the frosted ground that brought it back to him. this wasn't adderpaw's first encounter with broken bones. thankfully, it wasn't nearly as gruesome as the previous time he'd bore witness to the snapping of skeletal internals. worry pricked at him, not for stone, but for someone who was long gone. the apprentice triggered his instinctual reaction to distasteful memories and tried with all his might to push back the thoughts; he pushed them under and tried to drown them before they did him.
struggles brought nothing. he could still see the silvery sheens of a well-kept pelt. he could still see the soft face, worn with age and stress. he could still see the painted rosettes that danced a waltz. stoneface wasn't there anymore. she'd been replaced by someone much more meaningful to him. someone close to him even.
someone he'd long since torn out of his life.
olive eyes, moist from the stinging chill brought on from not blinking, finally found solace in a shutting of his lids. tightly, ridges knit on his forehead as he grappled with his internal self. it took a lot to finally turn his head away. and it took even more not to look back. that wasn't dapplestar. if he did look back, adder wouldn't find a cat crushed beneath a mountainous rock. he wouldn't find limbs that'd been crushed beyond the repair of starclan themselves. should he give the scene his eyes once more, he wouldn't have to stare at his failure.
suddenly, icegaze was there. the medicine cat arrived to the scene with purpose in his step and the cold demeanor of a doctor doing his job. mossflight, too, was also taking care of crowd control which, in retrospect, was good for both their medic and the patient. adderpaw, however, wouldn't move. the van wasn't very near in proximity to the fallen warrior, nor was he in any way hindering her care. had he not been worried about sparing himself from another lecture, he might have left, too.
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]"they were already waking others up. thought i might as well join since i wouldn't be getting sleep anyway with these kits being loud as a monster down the thunderpath," came adderpaw's reply to marigold. it was a way of excusing himself from some of the blame despite being one of the main participants in her rousing. nonetheless, he was tired and that only further fed his usual strain of irritability.
whitepaw's jumping to the defense of tanglepaw almost had him scoffing in the other's face. he withheld correcting him in the fact that she had indeed been held back - and given a new mentor at that - but settled simply for a dramatized roll of his mossy toned optics. whatever. didn't matter what the snowy rat thought anyhow. idiots befriended idiots. made sense why tanglepaw and whitepaw would be friends.
"i was trying to sleep when you dungbreaths started talking," he hastily spat in branchpaw's direction. really, if they'd all just had more decency that some impaired elder, they would have stepped outside or shut their traps til morning. if that'd been the case, he wouldn't be up at the late hour butting heads with a bunch of naive brats. all that they had to do was close their mouths and he would be more than happy to nestle into his bedding once more.
it was taken note of that whitepaw didn't direct an apology to him. that had the red and white boy shaking his head to himself. if anything, he was the main one the lot should be saying sorry to. they were the ones who disturbed him who seemingly was the only one unhappy with not getting his sleep. if he was the only one actually upset, then they should have been groveling at his paws and trying to make up for it, not the other way around.
at least glacierpaw was a bit nicer in his statement. being included in the whole almost felt nice. were he not soured with drowsiness and contempt for most everyone present, the elder might have given a thankful glance in the other's direction. but as it were, all glacier would prompt from him would be a tempered tilt of his head as if saying "he knows." part of him understood why nobody was jumping to his defense. for that, a little ebbing of sadness bit into him. however, that was overshadowed by his go-to coping mechanism of anger. at that point, he huffed out a sigh that was louder than it needed to be. starclan, they owed him these minutes back.
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]hey stroke !!
thanks neb
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]stoneface's name seemed more fitting to him now. somehow, the permanent crease above her eyes and the unnatural inequality in facial proportions worked better than the simple look of annoyance. she wasn't just stone cold now. she had something else to her. something more fiery.
he'd been avoiding her since the incident that took her jaw's functionality. the apprentice didn't feel very comfortable ever since he'd had the flashback . . . or whatever the hell it'd been. nevertheless, he'd continued to see something of dapple when he cast his gaze upon stoneface. that was enough to drive him away. those were feelings he didn't want to stir up again.
today, though, seeing her lying there with a light akin to that of disdain in her eyes, adder felt an inkling of pity. it wasn't every day that felines ended up in icegaze's den with a busted jaw and the head injury he assumed she'd received. not knowing why, adderpaw slunk towards her, head lowered to match with the height of his slumped shoulders. his paws dragged across the ground in leisure as he neared the warrior.
"you look awful."
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[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]so, perhaps initiating conversation with someone who's jawbone had been busted wasn't his most glamorous idea. but, hey, he was socializing. that should have counted for something considering he usually avoided one-on-one interaction like a clanmate who'd caught greencough. although she didn't look positively thrilled to have him sauntering up, she wasn't outright telling him to leave and this led to the apprentice plopping himself into a sit not too far from her.
her humor was something he wasn't very used to. usually, when approached by the volatile van, others would try to find a way out. more so when he greeted them in the same way he had stone. was it refreshing? almost as much as newleaf's warmth would be once it rolled around once more. this was what prompted him to return the mood, albeit a little ruder than she was.
"for starters, i don't fall. other than that? just blessed with good looks i guess." a self-depreciating snort followed his final comment. adderpaw may have been headstrong, but he wasn't an idiot. the russet-tipped boy was well aware he looked a tad rough around the edges. scars would do that to you. in his eyes though it just made him look more like a warrior.