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  • all we share is the view || thunderclan patrol

    [center][fancypost=width:430px;text-align:justify][size=9]it was always cute seeing the apprentices try to stand up for themselves. really, it was. at least, cute in the way that a fallen baby bird hopping around was. the six-moon-old was far from something fearsome in the eyes of the thunderclanner. being threatened by a kit was nothing to take to heart. of course, the child could use to learn some manners when speaking to superiors, but he wasn't about to cross a border to smack some sense into the delusional charcoal tom. let his own clan deal with his idiocy.


    whitepaw's attempt to quell the rising storm should have been appreciated, but all it was was frowned upon. so passive and naive. they'd never get anywhere rolling over and metaphorically exposing their bellies to everyone. thunderclan was supposed to be grand and powerful, yet here they were near groveling while tossing around half-hearted threats that fell deafly on those they were intended for. that was until audenine stepped up.


    truth be told, the maine coon was frightening in a right. he had a size that went nearly unmatched, and enough power to down several cats alone should he ever feel the need. from that perspective, addercry could actually respect -maybe even admire the masculine. and, even if he didn't quite see the use of having the deputy around, the younger of the pair couldn't say he didn't see the potential in the tom. there was a certain air of imposing danger that came down like a heavy cloud when someone of that stature lay down a threat that big. were he being honest here, too, adder would gladly fight with the newcomer should it come to that.


    then came loststar. of course, he was unfamiliar with this tom, though wasn't very intimidated seeing as he was missing an eye and reminded him of some sort of cranky elder hassling youths for food. was he supposed to be imposed by some out-of-depth tough guy that stepped behind his out-of-line imp like some frantic queen? because he really, really wasn't.


    "better get that kit back to the nursery for some milk. he's whining an awful lot," addercry scoffed as locustpaw spoke up again. and, when the other rushed to the border, the fur along his back rose in a silent threat as he joined the boy opposite. "do all shadowclan apprentices have such a poor attitude? last time one spoke to me like that i took her eye," he commented, vaguely remembering emberpaw. then, looking to loststar, he "could have mistaken you for her if you didn't look like the backside of a fox."


    [spoiler=tags — 4/6][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify][size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ ADDERCRY — the problematic fav
    ★ Cisgender masc | He/him pronouns
    ★ Pansexual panromantic | No preference
    ★ 14 moons (+1 around every 100 posts)
    ★ Warrior of Traditional ThunderClan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Warrior ceremony was held back two moons
    ★ Has a temper that goes unmatched
    ★ Dislikes non-ThunderClanners
    ★ x x x
    PHYSICAL: reference
    —Turkish van | health: 100%
    ★ semi-longhaired red tabby van tom
    ★ eyes are olive green in color
    ★ muscled from intense training
    —minor injuries: scar on left cheek, four over his nose, various ones on his neck, and a nick in his left ear
    —major injuries: burn scars on his right shoulder, side, and upper back from water scald [fully healed]
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single | Interested in relationships
    ★ ½ of nothing | Currently open to flings
    ★ NPCxxNPC | Gen 1 | Mentor to no one
    ★ HPR relations | Family Tree xxx
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Full warrior training | Mentors: Dapplestar and Adderstar
    ★ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill if needed
    ★ Phys. medium | Ment. medium | Hard to befriend
    ★ Speaks in #EFB293 | Attacks in normal bold
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ PM this account for plotting/capture/injury

  • all we share is the view || thunderclan patrol

    [center][fancypost=width:430px;text-align:justify][size=9]for once in his life, addercry actually found himself genuinely smiling at something that came from whitepaw's mouth. so the kid did have some fire in him, eh? maybe he could get the apprentice to show that more often. he'd surely be less of a thorn in his side then, maybe even bearable to an extent. "if ya listen closely, i think you can hear his mother calling. poor she must be having a fit with him all the way out here about to throw a tantrum in public. she ought'a smack him good for this."


    loststar's snappish reply had the tom twitching his whiskers indecisively. everyone was already pushing limits, might as well go all out. wasn't like he hadn't yelled at authoratative figures before. "i appreciate the sentiment, but i'll take grooming advice from someone who doesn't look like something the twolegs threw in the carrionplace after a monster trampled it. honestly, i've seen rats that look better than you. not even sure which side of you i'm talking to right now." thank starclan he was shallow enough to stoop down to petty fights about appearances. honestly, thunderclan were so lucky to have him. otherwise they'd lose every argument they had. the jibe of his ceremony bit hard, though he brushed it off with a growl. "i was trained under two different leaders. at least they knew i was ready and capable unlike that malnourished vole you call an apprentice. promoting newborns is against the code, you know."


    hot as he was burning at the time, audenine's words had him pausing to shoot a look in his direction. bloodclan? what- a pitched voice grabbed his attention and reminded him of what was most important right now. yeah, the pissing contest they were all in. back to the smaller tom ahead of him, addercry would dramatically roll his set of olive eyes, chest heaving out an amused grunt. "don't you know what happens when you trespass? you get your tail chased out. something you shadowclanners need to learn. also, i'll have you know i've faced leader, fought bloodclanners, and been on raids. and you've, what? just crawled out of your mother? just learned to not cry every time you step on your own paw?"


    more heckles were about to come forth, though were quickly silenced at the apprentice leaped at the tom beside him. addercry felt a smirk blossom on his maw as whitepaw was charged. and the lad was right, adder had more than enough reason to lash out now. like hell he wouldn't take it. the warrior would aim a blow to the younger's head, careful to avoid his own clanmate. his claws were unsheathed, hooked and ready to cut skin should he hit locustpaw hard enough. he would then take a step back to allow whitepaw more room to try and scramble atop the other.
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    [spoiler=tags — 4/6][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify][size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ ADDERCRY — the problematic fav
    ★ Cisgender masc | He/him pronouns
    ★ Pansexual panromantic | No preference
    ★ 14 moons (+1 around every 100 posts)
    ★ Warrior of Traditional ThunderClan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Warrior ceremony was held back two moons
    ★ Has a temper that goes unmatched
    ★ Dislikes non-ThunderClanners
    ★ x x x
    PHYSICAL: reference
    —Turkish van | health: 100%
    ★ semi-longhaired red tabby van tom
    ★ eyes are olive green in color
    ★ muscled from intense training
    —minor injuries: scar on left cheek, four over his nose, various ones on his neck, and a nick in his left ear
    —major injuries: burn scars on his right shoulder, side, and upper back from water scald [fully healed]
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single | Interested in relationships
    ★ ½ of nothing | Currently open to flings
    ★ NPCxxNPC | Gen 1 | Mentor to no one
    ★ HPR relations | Family Tree xxx
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Full warrior training | Mentors: Dapplestar and Adderstar
    ★ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill if needed
    ★ Phys. medium | Ment. medium | Hard to befriend
    ★ Speaks in #EFB293 | Attacks in normal bold
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ PM this account for plotting/capture/injury

  • all we share is the view || thunderclan patrol

    [center][fancypost=width:430px;text-align:justify][size=9]addercry had little time to mourn over his missed attack for he had to worry about the jaws wrapping round his paw. this wasn't the first time he'd been caught in predicament. once during a fit produced by a flare of fury in camp he'd ended up fighting with another clanmate who did the very thing locustpaw had just done. and what a mistake that'd been for her. recalling his movements from the previous altercation, adder used his already exposed claws to his advantage. the tom would contort his captured foot and thrash it about in an attempt to scratch up the apprentice's mouth. then, hoping that would have loosened or removed the grip, he'd pull his paw back, only to switch it to support his weight. were he able to do that, addercry would then aim a lunge at the apprentice, hoping to grab hold of his neck or shoulder area in a tight bite.
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    [spoiler=tags — 4/6][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify][size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ ADDERCRY — the problematic fav
    ★ Cisgender masc | He/him pronouns
    ★ Pansexual panromantic | No preference
    ★ 14 moons (+1 around every 100 posts)
    ★ Warrior of Traditional ThunderClan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Warrior ceremony was held back two moons
    ★ Has a temper that goes unmatched
    ★ Dislikes non-ThunderClanners
    ★ x x x
    PHYSICAL: reference
    —Turkish van | health: 100%
    ★ semi-longhaired red tabby van tom
    ★ eyes are olive green in color
    ★ muscled from intense training
    —minor injuries: scar on left cheek, four over his nose, various ones on his neck, and a nick in his left ear
    —major injuries: burn scars on his right shoulder, side, and upper back from water scald [fully healed]
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single | Interested in relationships
    ★ ½ of nothing | Currently open to flings
    ★ NPCxxNPC | Gen 1 | Mentor to no one
    ★ HPR relations | Family Tree xxx
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Full warrior training | Mentors: Dapplestar and Adderstar
    ★ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill if needed
    ★ Phys. medium | Ment. medium | Hard to befriend
    ★ Speaks in #EFB293 | Attacks in normal bold
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ PM this account for plotting/capture/injury

  • all we share is the view || thunderclan patrol

    [center][fancypost=width:430px;text-align:justify][size=9]he could feel the curvature of his fangs piercing the soft skin of the half-year old apprentice. locustpaw was so soft and small compared to the fully fledged warrior; it was empowering to have such an advantage against his opponent. of course, there was less thrill. this point was brought up in his mind as the boy began to thrash wildly as if he were a fish being held out of water. his form writhed and his limbs swung out in blind panic and missed a hit most every time. even then, the few blows that did find addercry's own supports were misdirected and weak with lack of tact.


    his clanmate's were ignored, along with the new gaggle of felidae joining them to question and gawk and bumble around like clueless idiots as he and whitepaw handled the juvenile. much like locustpaw's train of thought, adder found himself inaudibly pondering whether this was really the time to be hurtling around queries. this was, after all, not an interrogation so much as it was a hold up at this point. shadowclan was to blame on that part. it had been their loose apprentice that'd crossed the warrior code because he couldn't take some criticism. the tom really was a child with how petulant he got over some teasing. maybe their jokes were more truth than they'd thought.


    it would be the stern boom of stoneface that had the warrior mechanically freezing as habit had him maneuvering so that his viridian irises could set their aim on the cinnamon and silver swirled pelt. the mollie's crooked jaw bobbed as she cut the head of the hydra, successfully putting an end to something threatening to continue to further fall out of their control. adder's jaws dislodged from the apprentice as he almost literally spat the boy out to move nearer to his clan's leader. stone and he got along rather well, and he recalled this with a self-satisfied smirk as the fae launched a verbal assault and shadowclan's incompetent whelp of a leader. she was someone he could agree with, someone who saw things like he did for once. unlike most other higher ups, he found she wasn't dumb as a rock when it came to ordeals like this.


    audenine's question would be answered with a harrumph from the van, followed by a, "like we'd be hurt fighting something the size of an emptied thrush." detesting visionaries slid back to fixate upon the 'thing' in question, to whom he gave a snarlish twist of his lips to. that hue in the clear liquid that came from his mouth was delightful to see. the brat deserved it for being such a trigger-happy mousebrain.


    locust's words had his russet ears righting, a ridge rising above an eye as addercry snorted as the stunted speech. "runt's right. batsight over there didn't start it," he began, the name-calling referring to the stunted sight that came with the loss of an eye. "this happened because they can't keep their kits from having tantrums. though, seeing how this all turned out, it doesn't seem like they have the best rolemodels."
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    [spoiler=tags — 4/6][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify][size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ ADDERCRY — the problematic fav
    ★ Cisgender masc | He/him pronouns
    ★ Pansexual panromantic | No preference
    ★ 14 moons (+1 around every 100 posts)
    ★ Warrior of Traditional ThunderClan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Warrior ceremony was held back two moons
    ★ Has a temper that goes unmatched
    ★ Dislikes non-ThunderClanners
    ★ x x x
    PHYSICAL: reference
    —Turkish van | health: 100%
    ★ semi-longhaired red tabby van tom
    ★ eyes are olive green in color
    ★ muscled from intense training
    —minor injuries: scar on left cheek, four over his nose, various ones on his neck, and a nick in his left ear
    —major injuries: burn scars on his right shoulder, side, and upper back from water scald [fully healed]
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single | Interested in relationships
    ★ ½ of nothing | Currently open to flings
    ★ NPCxxNPC | Gen 1 | Mentor to no one
    ★ HPR relations | Family Tree xxx
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Full warrior training | Mentors: Dapplestar and Adderstar
    ★ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill if needed
    ★ Phys. medium | Ment. medium | Hard to befriend
    ★ Speaks in #EFB293 | Attacks in normal bold
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ PM this account for plotting/capture/injury

  • looking back on these neon nights | thunderclan patrol

    [center][fancypost=width:430px;text-align:justify][size=9]// please wait for @Audenine @Branchpaw @SNOWPAW! @Whitepaw fire to post. thanks !!


    first riverclan, then shadowclan, and now skyclan. the patrol was moving along well enough, save for some crotchety old grouch yelling at them on their first stop and some snotty little kit attempting an attack where they came from. could it be worse? yeah, probably. all in all addercry had to say this had been a productive experience.


    his forepaw was still tender from where that shadowclanner had snapped at it like some kind of rabid dwarf, giving the warrior a small limp that he paid no mind to. the off sway of his body was hardly noticeable and would likely be gone by the time the sun rose the next day. knowing that he'd at least left some damage in the twerp's mouth as payback was almost worth the small nuisance of twinging pain.


    along the border the tirade traveled, walking the line that separated the two halves of communities. addercry had little against skyclan, though felt them inadequate copies of what thunderclan was. he'd never much interacted with the members there, or even gave them more than a passing thought. they were neighbors. nothing more than that. of course, now that stoneface had uprooted their medic and cast him as thunderclan's new deputy, the warrior understood there may be some animosity between the groups. didn't much help that audenine himself was on the patrol.


    a mental shrug of his shoulders banished the thoughts from his head as the group of five of thunderclanners continued on their paths. this would be the last clan they visited before returning home. truthfully, the red and white masc wanted to just get it over with and head back where he could lie in the sun and enjoy a meal brought along by newleaf's seasonal replenishing of the freshkill pile. hopefully the skyclanners were capable of keeping their apprentices in line - or at least better than shadowclan were.
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    [spoiler=tags — 4/6][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify][size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ ADDERCRY — the problematic fav
    ★ Cisgender masc | He/him pronouns
    ★ Pansexual panromantic | No preference
    ★ 14 moons (+1 around every 100 posts)
    ★ Warrior of Traditional ThunderClan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Warrior ceremony was held back two moons
    ★ Has a temper that goes unmatched
    ★ Dislikes non-ThunderClanners
    ★ x x x
    PHYSICAL: reference
    —Turkish van | health: 100%
    ★ semi-longhaired red tabby van tom
    ★ eyes are olive green in color
    ★ muscled from intense training
    —minor injuries: scar on left cheek, four over his nose, various ones on his neck, and a nick in his left ear
    —major injuries: burn scars on his right shoulder, side, and upper back from water scald [fully healed]
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single | Interested in relationships
    ★ ½ of nothing | Currently open to flings
    ★ NPCxxNPC | Gen 1 | Mentor to no one
    ★ HPR relations | Family Tree xxx
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Full warrior training | Mentors: Dapplestar and Adderstar
    ★ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill if needed
    ★ Phys. medium | Ment. medium | Hard to befriend
    ★ Speaks in #EFB293 | Attacks in normal bold
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ PM this account for plotting/capture/injury

  • bringing this old guy back

    [center][fancypost=width:430px;text-align:justify][size=9]white luminescent as the moon up above shimmered in waves, pure as the idealistic form of an angel yet scarred in ways a divine never would be. pink broke the snowy plains, the rosy ground beneath the field standing out in bare dips where skin had raised itself in healing. the pale blankness was interrupted at either end of the form; stripes of russet on red wrapped around the frigure's cranium and dyed the bush-like tail trailing lowly behind. and with the twin forests that sprouted from the mask on the drawn face, it was clear who this was.


    addercry walked through the overgrown entrance, his fur brushing along the leaves of the side he was closest to. ears splayed themselves lazily on his head, each almost perfectly level whilst pointing in askew directions. lips pulled themselves apart to display the lower row of dentals that sat in his jaw like knives did a block as he let out a huffing exhale. the late night walk had done little to tire him and he regret ever getting up in the first place in search of a way to aid his sleeplessness that night. should have stayed in the nest, he grumbled in his head. with his luck, someone probably took his favorite spot in his absence.


    it was a sigh that halted the tom in his festering irritation. his head lifted so that his eyes could regard the other masculine present. "batfrost," he acknowledged in a bland greeting. addercry didn't know the tom very well, nor did he feel he wanted to. the maine coon was of little interest to him as were most the felines he lived among. the burly sentinel was merely another factor in his life that neither added nor detracted. he was just there, if not a little scarce as of late.
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    [spoiler=tags — 4/6][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify][size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ ADDERCRY — the problematic fav
    ★ Cisgender masc | He/him pronouns
    ★ Pansexual panromantic | No preference
    ★ 14 moons (+1 around every 100 posts)
    ★ Warrior of Traditional ThunderClan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Warrior ceremony was held back two moons
    ★ Has a temper that goes unmatched
    ★ Dislikes non-ThunderClanners
    ★ x x x
    PHYSICAL: reference
    —Turkish van | health: 100%
    ★ semi-longhaired red tabby van tom
    ★ eyes are olive green in color
    ★ muscled from intense training
    —minor injuries: scar on left cheek, four over his nose, various ones on his neck, and a nick in his left ear
    —major injuries: burn scars on his right shoulder, side, and upper back from water scald [fully healed]
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single | Interested in relationships
    ★ ½ of nothing | Currently open to flings
    ★ NPCxxNPC | Gen 1 | Mentor to no one
    ★ HPR relations | Family Tree xxx
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Full warrior training | Mentors: Dapplestar and Adderstar
    ★ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill if needed
    ★ Phys. medium | Ment. medium | Hard to befriend
    ★ Speaks in #EFB293 | Attacks in normal bold
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ PM this account for plotting/capture/injury

  • adder tags

    [center][fancypost=background:; border: none; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: ; line-height: 100%;][size=9]GENERAL:
    — ADDERCRY — traditional thunderclan's official pissbaby
    — cisgender masculine | he/him pronouns preferred
    — pansexual panromantic | no gender preference
    — 14 moons (+1 moon around every 100 posts)
    — warrior of traditional thunderclan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    — warrior ceremony was held back two moons due to behaviour
    — has a bad temper that goes unmatched and is poorly controlled
    — dislikes non-thunderclanners. rogues, loners, and kittypets especially
    — disregards authority outside of his clan and will lash out at higher ups
    PHYSICAL:
    — TURKISH VAN [domestic feline] | health: 100%
    — semi-longhaired tom with a predominantly white coat that has red tabby coloring on the tail and on the top of his head and ears. his eyes are olive green and have a blaze of white coloration that goes between them up to his forehead.
    — build: in shape, sturdy
    —minor injuries: scar on left cheek, four over his nose, various ones on his neck, and a nick in his left ear
    —major injuries: burn scars on his right shoulder, side, and upper back from water scald
    PERSONALITY:
    — fiery redhead x
    — internet tough guy x
    — hair-trigger temper x
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    — single | no crush | no "maybe" crushes
    — ½ of nothing | emotionally unavailable
    — NPCxxNPC | gen 1 | mentor to no one
    — HPR relations | family tree xxx
    INTERACTION:
    — full warrior training | mentors: dapplestar and adderstar
    — will start fights | will end fights | will kill if needed
    — phys. medium | ment. medium | hard to befriend
    — speaks in #EFB293 | attacks in normal bold
    — can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    — all ic opinions | PM this account for plotting

  • THE WATER IS RISING -- OPEN, RETIRING

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    [size=9]how he felt about stoneface couldn't be summed up easily. it was simple enough to think of, but far too complex to put into words comprehensible to anyone else. what the two had between them was . . . well, it was something that he hadn't felt with anyone else.


    the cinnamon tabby looked hardly anything like him, save for the rusty hues that wrapped around her form, vague and faded as they may have been on the old metallics. other than that, the two looked nothing alike. who would have thought they were cousins? with that said, they were similar in personality. each seemed distant at the start, and each had triggers that could set them off like a switch. but where she was reserved, calculated, and mature, addercry was outspoken, impulsive, and very much still a child in some ways. even with how close they were in age, he was far from being as wise as she was.


    and here he was again - resting beneath that god forsaken stone that gave someone so much power. another leader lost, another feline retiring far too early to a den with a bunch of ratty old bats. adder recalled being here the first time, a time when a different silvery form lined along the perch of that stone and announced her relinquish on the clan. dapplestar had given up. she'd lost more than just her eye at bloodclan and more than just the use of her limbs in that storm.


    dapple had been something even more confusing to him. he'd never been ready to accept her as more than a mentor, not that he could stop his growing fondness for the fem. now, he supposed, she could have been considered his mother since nightcloud had officially taken him in after all these moons. the van could only wish he was more enthralled by the idea. yet, he hated her. he hated who dapple became. soft, feeble, broken, and not to mention cowardly. she had given up all that she had worked for and hid away in the elders' den like some bug shying away from the light. she had had her mate change her name to mangledheart, something that may have empowered her but sickened her former apprentice. it'd been such a cruel joked. as if the new prefix was needed to remind him that the mollie was distorted and useless after all that time.


    when dapple stepped down, she had left him. and now stoneface was doing it, too. somehow the fact they were kin by blood made it hurt even more. this didn't have quite the same ache to it, but there was more a sting.


    the mirroring events spited him, as did the frailty of stone's body as she dropped down almost limp as a freshly caught mouse. who gave her the right to do this? who gave her the right to just leave them all grasping for straws here? and leaving them in the care of some outsider the stars above had told her to pick up? thunderclan was going straight to hell at this point.


    his jaw protested roughly, cramping almost too noticeably as his teeth clenched together in a grind that left his brain echoing. he wanted to stand up, wanted to protest vehemently like he should have when dapplestar had done this. but the warrior couldn't. he felt drained. despite every flaring emotion in his body, he felt hollow in a way that contradicted it all. perhaps it was all the old memories, or perhaps just disappointment in his weary kin for not just trying harder - she's sick, she can't - and taking care of the clan like she was supposed to rather than leaving like a yellow-bellied kit. something disconnected in him then, and suddenly stoneface was the same as the silver bengal and god he hated them, he hated them!


    "how dare you!"


    the tom's yell was loud as a dog's cry, his voice heavy as a mountain on one's back. he'd stood up at some point, allowing his tail to lash behind him in that way it did when his nerves were grated. with the way his front claws bent into the earth underfoot and his teeth showed in a silent snarl, it seemed more like he was about to fight with an enemy rather than his own clanmate. the van looked utterly scorned over something that didn't call for much backlash.


    "i can't believe you're abandoning us like this! and leaving us in the care of some traitorous drifter no less. to let us down you would have had to shown promise in the first place. you're right, stoneface: you aren't fit to lead thunderclan. go grovel with the elders, drown in your shame for all i care. a real leader would have done more. adderstar would be disappointed if she could see the pity you've become."


    everything that came from his mouth was uncalled for. they were words wrought from blind, pent-up tension. stone had simply been the one to topple the tower. she didn't deserve it. after everything they'd been through, there'd been moments of bonding. he cared for the fem, and in his own way loved her as a sibling he'd never been able to have. but here she was, leaving like everyone else had. he shouldn't care; he had gone through this all before and been fine. why was it so hard now?
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    xxx

  • THUNDERCLAN CHAT & PLOTTING THREAD

    we dont have a med right now so she wouldnt be able to get treatment,,,
    the only position now is leader. everything else is empty aaaa


    tbt us flooding that thread
    they might get along lmao??
    who knows with adder nowadays hes only gotten worse

  • beyond the world / rc patrol

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    [size=9]how ironic that four of the members of the thunderclan patrol that'd visited riverclan would be the ones to happen by the passing trio of watercats. addercry lifted his head towards the sound of talk, fox-esque ears dancing as they pinpointed the location the sounds drifted from. the squirrel in his mouth was abandoned to the hold of a divet he'd messily scratched into the soil before covering it up haphazardly to protect it as he wandered away from the fresh kill. the look on his face was neither friendly nor hateful towards the riverclanners. that being said, it was far from welcoming. steely and distant, eyes darkened from narrowed lids regarded the group with a selective scrutiny.


    the largest of the three - a raggedy old tabby that had to be old as dirt itself - hadn't been anything but hostile when they visited. of course, tensions were growing between clans. riverclan, once a close ally, now sat in some off neutrality. shadowclan was taken over by a youthful, naive leader that looked like some kind of joke with his one eye and soured face. skyclan, too, held something spiteful towards thunderclan for taking their medicine cat. he was sure windclan had beef with them at this point too, but good riddance there. he couldn't find it in himself to care about anyone, let alone some grass-dwelling weeds.


    the masc pulled up alongside his higher up with enough room between their frames so that not even the ends of their fur met in a friendly shake. in comparison to audenine, the van almost looked small despite being bigger than the average domestic. had audy himself not had a woolly coat, their sizes might seem closer but instead adder's own long hair did little to add to his girth next to the darker tom. the four scars along the top ridge of his nose crinkled into a marred mess as a lip quirked up to show his distaste over the felines present on the opposite side of the border: an elderly heap of crowfood, a distracted looking hairball, and some shaky-looking excuse for an apprentice. well, this would be a big waste of time, wouldn't it?
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