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moss x adder
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when a ship name describes it perfectly

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]patrols were one of the limited reprieves he could afford without pushing boundaries. ever since the holding back of his warrior ceremony, adderstar had sentenced the rantipole to the confines of camp. lest he was grouped into a shoddy patrol or called out by name to someplace out beyond, the boy was a prisoner in his own home. the endless taunt of freedom danced in the form of exits and others slipping out undetected in ways he might follow. adderpaw, however, showed awing restraint in the fact that he'd stayed true to his word and remained in camp under orders. save for a few rare occasions.

days of tension leaked from him, falling from rocky shoulders in rivulets. the waterfall of relief dripped to his paws which moved with ease through the frosted overlay of the earthen terrain. with optics of a drab viridian fixated in a trance in front of him, looking somewhere not quite of their realm, reality was a disillusion at the time. the rock of his gait, the rhythmic melody of heaving lungs, the protocol inhalations of air that chilled his insides - it was all habitual. his mind was far off at the time.

he used to take walks like these. the van would slip from the claustrophobic landscape of their main grounds and drift along the imaginary paths carved into the forest that'd served as his home for all thirteen moons of life. this is how the youth used to calm himself. the isolation gnawed at him, grinding through the pent up negativity to get to the solace that lie within his thick shell. and it'd been nice. how he yearned for the days of his flexibility where he could set sail on a journey all on his own. now, he sat with shackles holding him down. it was a tiring way to live. the only thought that kept his spirits up was that his promotion would be soon; with that honor came the relinquishing of his control.

the smell of damp air brought him back to reality. from his position, the red and white boy could see a patrol from riverclan also making their rounds. eyes narrowed to slits that matched the dark shutters of his pupils as the apprentice stared intensely at the neighbors. while the rest of his clan was quick to greet, adderpaw stopped short of the border. a ridge of mountains rose along his spine, hair standing on end as a tail of striped russet swung to an unheard tune behind his alabaster bodice. ivory claws could be seen on each of his paws, the soft color glinting pearly in the light. it was a precautionary measure, a warning. that would be his only greeting.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]the chuckles that reverberated from her throat brought a sense of ease over him he hadn't felt for a while. adderpaw was more than used to his fair share of retaliation of his just being around in the form of jabs, jibes, and jaws. so the idea that he may actually be welcome into interaction was a shock. once bitten, twice shy. the apprentice couldn't help but doubt her reasons for not having told him off already.

"stoneface," he snorted at her joke. the van's nose crinkled into what was akin to his infamous sneer but was merely an amused quirk of his upper lip. "because it looks like you took a stone to the face." not that she didn't. in fact, from what he understood, that's exactly what had happened. she'd slipped and slammed herself into the stony ground beneath. a shrug of his sagging shoulders, and the youth added, "still a nice name. makes you sound . . . dangerous."

the mollie's next comment would get a full snort from the red and white tom. he shifted where he sat, moving to relax more weight on one haunch. "well there's a lot to boast about. look better than most of the mousehearts around here." that comment was paired with a faux smirk in her direction. of course, he wasn't exactly lying. he did find pride in the soft white strands that plumed from his body, light as they were in weight as they were in color. the unique van markings were also held in high esteem as most thunderclanners were bicolors, tabbies, or tortoiseshells. "believe it or not, i actually came over to check up on you."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]contrasting quite impressively with the reserved girl would be the apprentice adderpaw. or, rather, the boy who should have been a warrior but was held back due to a volatile outburst. he, unlike her, had no hidden meaning to his name. the masculine had fangs, shown in ever sneer spat out and every bite delivered, and he had venom that laced every syllable to drip from his wintry mouth. he was not a stream; he was a storm.

of course, it could not be said that this unlikable personality was all for nothing. he'd started out well, if maybe just a bit mischievous. the van had tenacity and determination, even strategic smarts when it boiled down to that. makings of a fine warrior. however, over the first year of his life, there'd been much that left marks on him. scars were evident on his body while open wounds festered inside.

so, yes, his name said everything about him. the prefix adder- because he was, in all truths, a snake that sought to hurt others. and the suffix -paw, not because he was still an apprentice, but rather for his naivety. it seemed that with his milestone of thirteen moons, the lad had learned to better control himself. honestly, he was just trying to keep his claim on his place in the clan. one more strike and he'd be without a home. adderpaw was above both loners and cats who'd left their clans. he'd not have the dishonor of being either.

overhearing branchpaw's musing, the apprentice would draw near with a scoff. " 'bout as beautiful as the last hundred times we've seen it. grow up, branchpaw. it happens every sundown." there was nothing pretty about it to adder. he couldn't care less about scenery, lest it was the disgusting trench of shadowclan. he didn't much like mud, so the neighboring territory was highly frowned upon. as for the sunset? nothing special. it was a daily occurrence. it'd lost its striking essence moons ago.

i love her and her sleeping habits

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]it was lost upon him how some could keep their interest in the world around them. adderpaw had long since lost his care for the hues of the dipping astral bodies or the natural wonder of thunderclan's mingle of deciduous and non-deciduous display. no longer was it something special; it'd grown to be just a normal constant in his life. how drab. perhaps his view might take on a light of a more positive color were he not restricted to the camp outside of patrols and monitored hunting trips. he was stuck in a painting, seeing only the same people and the same things and the same world. decor eventually became barren of attraction. thunderclan's homing area of undergrowth had fallen along that path for the apprentice.

"i'd rather be productive than have my nose stuffed in a bunch of daisies like you lazy dormice," the van would be quick to retort to the pair of them. his marred neck twisted in a contorting stretch to the side, head lolling tensely for a moment before snapping back upright. a judgement twitch of his iridescent whiskers told of his silent query of babblingpaw's comment. it was an odd thing to mention at all. the sun wouldn't disappear. how much of a mousebrain was she to even think the idea?

a wish to leave overtook him and the boy almost did just that. however his movements were put to an end before their process even began. a fourth voice entered his hearing range, one that was fainted in strength by young age and disrupted by a tremble brought on by the day's chill. adderpaw turned at his name, sizing up the smoky-pelted girl whom had galloped straight up to their group. he recognized the child as one of mossflight's, yet couldn't seem to recall her name. that second fact bothered him about as much as a mussed nest - not in the least.

it would not be the kit's approach that agitated his fickle temper, but rather her audacity to settle herself in his pelt. his ears stood perked for a split second before they dropped much like the other features on his cranium. the red and white tom made quick work of moving to step over the kitten and a few paces away. his fast pace and forceful actions told of his displeasure as much as the forming leer on his face. "don't touch me," came the grumbled order, almost literally hissed in her direction. he didn't particularly enjoy kits. taking care of one when others were able certainly wouldn't be happening, even through the meager sharing of heat.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]"if you're as headstrong as i think you are, you could probably do a lot of damage that way," would be his first response to her. an obvious joke, as there were only so many headbutts would could deliver before bruising something important. and, though he'd never admit it, if things did work that way, adderpaw himself would likely be more a force to reckon with. after all, his metaphorically thick skull was about as dense as the thunderpath was wide.

"you don't already? i was sure i was going to be bare as a sphinx with how much stress half the members in this clan give me." while an exaggeration, it was pretty close to the truth. adder oft was at his wit's end when it came to the majority of his clanmates. they just teethed at his nerve until he burst - and, of course, he was the one to get in trouble. not to say he wasn't in the wrong, but he just never realized.

he would scoff at her exclamation, feigning a sound of offense. along with that, adder also gave an empty threat of, "a first and a last if you point it out again." yeah, sometiems he felt the need to check up on others especially if they were one of the actually bearable cats in the clan and had gotten some pretty nasty injuries. if stone ended up getting an infection and dying, that meant he'd be even more alone in the clan. starclan knew he was already suffering enough as was. "i'd imagine seeing as everybody wants to avoid icegaze." it was a joke, though true for him. he tended to give his relative space if he could.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]the kit was harsh in how she spoke. that enough was to rile him further. but it all lost its power once her jaw hopped rapidly thanks to the cold. "tough talk coming from a sparrowhearted kit who still reeks of milk. go back to the nursery before you get cold and die. save yourself the embarrassment of not being missed when you freeze to death," adderpaw jeered towards the kitten. honestly, how poor a mother was mossflight to let her fuzz-covered babe romp around in the leafbare freeze? she was going to glaciate to a corpse and her mother wouldn't even realize until someone sought her out and told her.

it was amusing to see some dark little rat trying to stand up to him, yet shake like a leaf over some nipping cold. though, she'd soon learn to leave him be. adder saw no use in the child if she couldn't hunt nor fight. all she could do was throw out curses that were probably learned from their litter's sitter, seeing as the deputy was far too busy to teach them such vocabulary. truth be told, he might have hit the youth had adderstar not had an eye on him. the kid sure as hell deserved it.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]anyone who might have assumed adderpaw would be civil during the exchange was poorly mistaken. out of their mind in fact, considering the apprentice had as much impulse control as a vole did height. contrary to his oh so friendly mousebrained clanmates, adder had enough sense to not go spewing their whole ordeal onto the table. unlike whitepaw and olivebranch, the van didn't go flapping his jaw and sharing thunderclan's current weakness with cats who may use it against them. why didn't he and the patrol just clear a path for their guests and invite them in to camp so they could raid while they were at it?

the fact he frowned upon this all was shown quite literally, maw laced with a look in dissatisfaction over their swapping of pleasantries. it didn't matter to riverclan whether or not his clan were faring well. the fishbreathed fools needed to keep their heads in the water and mind their own business in his opinion. thunderclan were more than capable of fending for themselves; they didn't need to be fretted over or checked on like a group of children in the nursery.

it would be a hybrid frame of large domestics that caught his eye in particular. the form was one he'd seen before, one that used to be a daily sight in his home. owldapple's facial features rested in a shape of discomfort, perhaps arrogance, yet was nothing in comparison to the resentful intensity radiating off the apprentice. "you should keep your eye on that one," adderpaw would speak up as cougar signaled her group to take its leave. his heated gaze was hooked into owl's very being, boring into him with the look of hostile accusation. "turn your back for too long and you'll find that foxheart nothing but a deserting traitor."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]im,,,, so happy hes actually liked thank u all

@wolfkit when he finally comes around theyll be partners in crime

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]/eyebrow wiggle

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]//ninja'd oops. fixed

"oddly against treason for someone who left their clan." the snide jab would come from none other than adderpaw who would approach with a skulking gait. his blazing orbs were fixated quite harshly on olivebranch, whom he'd never liked much. then again, he wasn't particularly fond of anything. it was stupid to go against an order adderstar had just given, but he had too much to say to just let it go.

with his mouth twisted to show the crescented fangs that hid beneath soft, snowy lips, the apprentice marched straight up to the group and, more importantly, up to the tortoiseshell. "you aren't loyal. you never were. you're a sad, conflicted little mouseheart who came here for nothin other than personal gain. you don't care for thunderclan; you don't care for cloverclan. this is no place for you.

"deserters like you are pathetic. you'd fit in better at the carrionplace. after all, everything there is rotted as much as your sense of honor." his tail lashed, a whip aimlessly swinging like his rage. he had half a mind to open her throat right then and there. "disloyal, dishonest, disgusting. leaving your clan is shameful, and you aren't anything but some power-hungry dungface that's looking for others to step on.

at this point, he stepped up to invade her space. pressing his face close, the masculine would growl a venomous, "how dare you call yourself a thunderclanner."

//ic opinions

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]he recognized that he should step back down once the other verbal assailant settle herself, or at least controlled herself enough to leave the situation. adderpaw, in contrast, was ready to keep himself planted firm on the matter. his opinions were strong, his will to argue even more so. the boy's words had teeth - he intended to sink them in where it hurt whenever given the chance.

luckily for olive, icegaze interrupted the temperamental masc before he could launch into another round of poisonous insults. his ears pinned back as he whilred to address the medicine cat. "yeah, I did hear her. just making sure this foxheart," a glare was shot at olivebranch once more momentarily, "heard me."

"she is not our clanmate. she never will be. throw her to the cloverclan rats. they want her more than we do." then, after spitting this out, adderpaw would turn away from the group with no more than a huff. following stoneface's choice to take a leave, he would stalk off, utterances audible under his breath.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]he'd expected some retort from the riverclan cats. thus, he was anything but put off by a younger speaking up against his quarrelsome claim. so the (what he assumed to be) apprentice didn't even know where her companion came from? what - did he seriously not fess up? or was the girl just stupid as she was unremarkable?

there would be a snort given in her direction as he stalked closer to the imaginary wall that divided the two factions. "riverclanner? that what you think he is?" his marauding luminaries focused onto the masculine in question. he knew owldapple recalled him. adderpaw was, after all, a tough individual to forget what with how much he disrupted general peace. "a traitor and a liar? gee, owldapple, shaping up to be quite the foxheart."

a darker gleam grew in his viridian optics then, face falling from domineering to almost blank. "now, what would dapplebreeze think of that?"

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]it was habit by now that he came whenever adderstar beckoned. after all, the femme was both his respected leader and his not-so-respected mentor - unfortunately for her. of course, he believed she should have been in high esteems completing his training for him. adderpaw, in his own eyes, was a fetching specimen of thunderclan perfection. stretching himself in show, the apprentice would make his way to the designated gathering area where he would then sit himself down.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]kicks down a door whats up

saltkids back in action

hahah guess who got locked out of their account
i hate myself sometimes

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]"adderpaw. please come forward."

fourteen moons.

fourteen moons he had waited to hear that sentence. fourteen moons he had cast his sights towards destiny. most importantly, fourteen moons he'd worked harder than anyone to gain the rank he'd deserved for months now. it'd taken a lot out of him, and hell if it hadn't been a bumpy ride. he'd gotten cut, slashed, torn down, and roughed up in all senses he could be; verbally and physically he had faced opposition from others who didn't see just how much he was in comparison to the rest of the felines that called thunderclan home. yet, through it all, the van kept his head above them. today was the end of it all. from this point on, nobody would be able to tie him down. once that little -paw was dropped, the boy would be free.

he would be a warrior then.

paws light as the moon in color, just as heavy in step, brought him forth on account of the newly appointed thornstar's call. his ringed tail was a trail of pride him, carrying all the importance that the trailing dress of a bride might. he was the center of attention now. all eyes were on him, and no one could so much as raise a hair in his direction. adderpaw strode up to the seal pointed leader with an aura that held a tone of majesty about it that gave the air of his confidence a sort of princely feel. perhaps it was just in his head, but the boy was certain the world held its breath for him.

marred lines of a pale blush color streaked through his wisped fur of alabaster. scars stood proudly along either side of his maned neck. they were proudly brandished as the tom sized up the leader in front of him. earthy viridian met a similar shine of emerald as the promotee met thorn's steely gaze with his own. she held passion, held purpose. they were alike in that way - both had spirits that were bigger than themselves. in that moment, he felt even bigger. no longer did he rest in her shadow, but rather stand as some sort of equal. both were gods then.

normal quips were forgone. his tongue stayed in place, didn't flick out something juvenile in nature. his body was rigidly lax, somehow holding not a single tensed muscle yet stress all throughout his form. adderpaw took her words in, letting every syllable fall on his ears with all the sweetness of sugar upon a tongue.

"i do."

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;][size=8]// welcome to tc !! glad to have you. posting w/ him before his ceremony

there need be no storm for chaos to set into camp. truth be told it'd been there since long before that time. fourteen whole months to be exact. unlike the rolling crowds of obsidian clouds trampling the sky overhead, this sort of manic danger sat in wait in a form smaller in size, lighter in tone. this storm held fire with him in the form of a russet crown upon his cranium and a whip of a tail that trailed behind him and lashed to and fro in a display of bubbling aggression.

adderpaw was brewing thunder of his own, a vibrating growl clawing from his throat and exhaling in a puff of chill smoke. on his way to the freshkill pile, viridian optics would latch onto the feasting form of twitchstorm who was settled over a meal. "sure hope you hunted today before deciding to stuff your maw with that. can't really afford to eat everything when it's about to rain and all the prey's gonna be hiding out."