[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]Compassionate, valiant, loyal, loving, everybody's favorite.
He'd been ignorant to think that bliss with his childhood crush and deputy-ship would come easily. That killing the BloodClan would cease their reign. That he could live and love happily. Naive, stupid, foolish, arrogant. What had he been to think he so much as earned a shred of respect, of happiness. A vehement snarl worked its way up from his lungs, tearing up his throat and escaping through clenched teeth. Naive, stupid, foolish, arrogant.
I wanna be in the room where it happens, the room where it happens.
He understood now, it was beginning to settle in. If you wanted to keep what you wanted you had to wear your heart on your sleeve, you had to fight not one day not from battle to battle but endlessly. You had to force your way forward, be willing to do what you had to do for your family, your clan. Life was not easy going, it wasn't easy power and loving mates. It was claws, teeth, blood, loss, watching the love of your life die twice, it was to watch her father rot black with his stake meant for your heart, it was to kill the bad guy and have him come back a new person just as mad as his predecessor had been. To live was to kill, it was to watch your sister pay for your actions, to bring children into a world created to hunt them down and butcher them.
That night he did not sleep well. "Do you truly understand what you're giving up pretty kitty? It isn't all no pain easy gain up here." Her voice ripped through his thoughts, cool and mocking. She wasn't demeaning him, no, no matter how much it sounded like it she was giving him an out. One last chance to turn around and never come back. [i]"I'm aware of the consequences." He remembered seeing the surprise in her eyes, in [i]their eyes, no matter how well concealed her knew none of them expected his resolve. "Very well, we begin now."
The deputy entered camp with prey in his jaws, his single pale eye unreadable. He'd gone out that dawn and returned as the sun rose higher into the sky in a solo-hunt after he'd organized the patrols. Dropping the two scrawny mouse and one half-plump squirrel on the depleted freshkill pile before settling down in his usual place in the clearing, blood leaked from a scratch on his forehead though it was minute and would likely heal with the assistance of herbs.
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border: 0px; width:375px; text-align: justify; font-size:7.7pt;]GENERAL: [biography]
· STONEJAW | FORMERLY WHITETHROAT | TOM [♂]
· bisexual | mate of thrushstar | he / him
· phys: 22 moons | ages every month
· deputy of traditional skyclan
PHYSICAL: [reference]
★ MOGGY, HALF MAINE COON | health: 100%
— taller than average, broad shoulders, well muscled
— [i]current injuries: missing half of face, blinded eye
INTERACTION:
[color=#fff6fa]· learned combatant, well trained [color=#fff6fa]| no physical conditions
[color=#fff6fa]· start fights [color=#fff6fa]| shows mercy [color=#fff6fa]| will kill if necessary
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speaks in [color=#A1C4BE]#A1C4BE, thinks in [i][color=white]white
can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
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