Posts by Thornfang

[size=9pt]"I'm wrong? Respectful, much? And no, you're wrong - not everyone hated you. I didn't flat out hate you. I'm uncertain about what opinion to form on you, similar to the rest of the cats in this Clan. Of course I remember, I don't suffer from memory loss of any sort. But my birth broke the code, and the Clan hates me enough already. You probably dislike me, at least. You were fighting against me at the raid, I know you were. You were defending her."He was referring to Raggedstar. Yes, it was true that Snakehiss had been defending the leader against Butterflysong, and the two toms had never actually fought anytime throughout the raid, but Thornfang was still making a similar point. He had believed in the black tom, trusted him almost, but Thornfang knew that Snakehiss would choose Raggedstar over him from now on.[/size]

[size=9pt]Thornkit watched from the safety of the nursery. His mother was bound to get mad if he left. Then again, there were no rules preventing him from leaving there, right? Only the camp. Plus, the already large kit hated his neglectful mother, failing to recognise her loving side. The cat he looked up to was his father, the most honourable cat that ever existed! The kit wondered where his father was. Leaving the nursery, he examined the camp. Snakekit complaining about his fur, Littlenewt playing, Mistkit trying to make friends.

Playing seemed good, and would help Thornkit get ready for warrior training... even if he actually wanted to be a medicine cat so that he could have the closest possible connection with StarClan. "Woof, woof!"he leapt in, impersonating a dog and flinging himself into the mud. He had hesitated upon first seeing the mud, but it made him blend in with his territory more than he already did."There's no way you can beat me! You're nothing!"Thornkit aimed to ram himself straight into Littlenewt, hoping to unbalance him so that he would fall down, and Thornkit could attempt to pin him.[/size]

[size=9pt]"Maybe that's true. What do you honestly think about all that has happened?"For some reason, Snakehiss was one of the cats in the Clan he didn't quite understand. He didn't know what the black tom's motives were, or exactly who or what he stood for. He had been exiled before, and he had trained in the Dark Forest, pressured into taking a life from Daisystar. That really didn't tell Thornfang much unless he chose to look deeper, and Thornfang being a cat who immediately made first judgements, he really wanted to do that before forming an opinion on this tom.[/size]

[size=9pt]"So what? I'm a wild cat, or a dog right now. The mud is part of my natural habitat, so I welcome it!"he flung the mud up in the air with his paws to prove a point, hoping to get more of the mud on Snakekit, just to teach him a lesson. How dare he insult nature like that? It wasn't like the mud was causing any problems apart from messing up fur, right? And what were they, kittypets? No one won awards for the neatest fur, but they might for the best hunter, fighter or healer! Littlenewt bucked the tom off, but he managed to land on his paws. This was easy! Thornkit had this in the bag. "If you're a real bear, let me hear you roar!"He challenged, aiming to leap towards Littlenewt and place a paw on his throat, resisting the quite unsettling urge to unsheathe his claws.[/size]

"I notice how you immediately decide that I'm not your enemy anymore, and that you stop fighting me the moment I pin you. Great that you notice my potential. I suppose I can offer myself up as your deputy. I won't question why you think that you can change my name, or his, because it's just a game, and leaders can totally do that."he told Littlenewt sarcastically. He slammed his paw in the mud, though he aimed for it to get on both Littlenewt and 'Saltstar.' He addressed Ghostwhisper, "No, it isn't. We wouldn't want you going deaf. We're just training, or play fighting, whatever you want to call it. It's good practise, so chill!" Thornkit aimed to headbutt Snakekit, or Saltstar's side.

[size=9pt]"The battle's over? What? How can we grow stronger without battling?"he turned to the queen who had pulled Littlenewt back from the play fight. "We were just practising for when we became apprentices - I don't see why we have to stop."The dark brown tom didn't want to stop, he wanted to become the most powerful cat in the forest one day, and StarClan would support him every pawstep the way! It wasn't like his mother would, for she was a neglectful cat. She was the reason why Thornkit's siblings were dead - at least that was what he believed. He hated her with a passion, and would be certain not to turn out to be such a cruel and heartless cat. She belonged in the Dark Forest, a place his father, Fallendust, had told him about. If you ended up there before death, you made too many mistakes, broke the code, and disrespected StarClan. Thornkit knew that when he died nobly for his Clan, he would be going straight to StarClan.[/size]

[size=9pt]Thornkit wasn't used to physical contact with other cats. His mother never licked him, curled up around him, or really ever gave him a second glance all that often. Because of this, he instinctively drew away from Lucky, a look of disgust on his face. "Don't touch me unless you really need to,"he ordered her. A good example would be if he was on the brink of death or something. "I know all of that already. I must fight for what I believe is right, and if there is no other option."That was fair, right? He would still tear his mother to shreds if he could. "Now, let's play!"He told the other kits, tensing, getting ready. Whatever was thrown at the child, he would be prepared.[/size]

[size=9pt]Thornfang wanted to die. He had made the decision, looking back on his life. The comfort his Clanmates had given him had helped a little, but his own birth had gone against everything the dark brown tom had ever believed in. His own father, the cat he had trusted the most, had broken the code. Where did that leave Thornfang? Right now, he was out wandering, wondering whether to choose a quick and painless death or an agonising one. What did he deserve? The large tomcat had believed that he was doing the right thing by taking a life from Raggedstar and taking over the Clan, but apparently he had been wrong. He was at the border now, but he knew better than to intrude into another Clan's territory. The code still meant something, even if the elder wasn't sure what.[/size]

[size=9pt]"Hello, cat who may become my friend,"it was a bit weird to just say that someone was your friend, right? Thornfang wasn't sure when in his life he had ever had friends. His siblings? Yes, but they had died at a very young age, the brown tom being the only survivor. Why had StarClan let him survive, knowing what he would do in the future? Had Thornfang actually done the right thing? Was he being too hard on himself? Why did he want to die so much?

A cat that had always been Thornfang's friend was his father. Growing up with a neglectful mother, who now had turned out not to be his mother at all, the tom had relied on his father a lot of the time. Dad had taught him all about the code and StarClan, causing Thornfang to become obsessed over time. Whatever his father did must be right after all, and it never once actually crossed the feline's mind, being young at the time, that his father might be making amends for breaking the code in the past.

"It may be a lovely day for you, but it's a rather terrible day for me."Thornfang was considering suicide, after all.[/size]

[size=9pt]This cat was offering to help him? That was kindness that hadn't been shown to Thornfang for a long time. Of course, his serious injuries from his battle against Raggedstar had needed to be healed, but all the medicine cats in the Clan despised him with a passion, the medicine cat apprentice, Littlepaw, even going so far as to attack him. Wow. What an excellent medicine cat she was. "I'm not hurt - not physically, anyway. I'm surprised at the kind offer, though."[/size]

[size=9pt]//don't worry it's fine

Thornfang remembered other cats making promises to him - swearing on their lives, on lives of their friends, family members. They had still betrayed him. What did a lame promise mean from a cat that already seemed quite disrespectful, like Softkit? "A cat named Raggedface used to be leader, and she knew that I didn't like the way she lead because she didn't follow the code much. She challenged me to a fight, and I beat her, even though many cats that were on her side attacked me. I had a few cats on my side, but not many, and they didn't really fight. Now most of the Clan hates me."He had taken one of Raggedface's lives in that battle after all, and had been very rude towards other cats in the Clan before that fateful meeting.

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[size=9pt]Oh, for StarClan's sake. Looks like Raggedstar had gotten all soft and let a RiverClanner into their ranks, either temporarily, or forever, he wasn't sure. Well, even Thornfang had turned softhearted to an extent after becoming leader, anxious that if he didn't do exactly what his Clanmates wanted him to do, they would kill him. Looked like no matter how much he tried, it was his destiny to be overthrown in the end. "And what happened to you? Why are you here?"[/size]

[size=9pt]//your character can let him get hit, drag him back, anything! he'll survive, anyway.

Why? The word kept echoing in the dark brown tom's head as he made his way through the forest that he knew so well. He had lived here for 103 moons, but today, all of that ended. He was grateful for the Clanmates who would still speak to him, treat him politely, act reasonable - they had comforted him, and for a time, had made the elder believe that there was hope. But there wasn't. In the end, there was no changing who Thornfang was, nor what he had become.

The warrior code obsession of his father, the death of his siblings, his father, they had all convinced him that the warrior code meant everything, to an unhealthy level. The Dark Forest had been a place where the old tom had trained, though not at all unaware that the evil cats weren't on his side at all. In the Dark Forest, Thornfang had been teased and mocked, for he cried every time he broke the code, and his age had been weakening him, all the time.

After taking over ShadowClan, Thornfang had soon realised that his leadership was as fragile as a moth's wing. Any wrong mistake he made, and he would be toast. So he had simply carried on with Raggedstar's duties, letting in any cat who wanted to join, and trying to be reasonable around even his most hated Clanmates. He had even let the medicine cats and the deputy keep their ranks, so that the Clan would have someone familiar to turn to. He had grown nervous over time, struggling to get to sleep at night. He wanted to keep his leadership, his power, even if there was nothing he could use it for. That was greediness. Thornfang knew it.

Finding out that StarClan didn't support his actions, Thornfang had only grown angrier, believing that it was a test by his warrior ancestors. After all, they handed out confusing prophecies all the time, didn't they? This was just a test, to see if Thornfang knew right from wrong. But surely, he didn't. If he had, he would have known that he was doing the wrong thing. But instead, the old man had grown more and more aggressive, and had nearly killed a cat much younger than him - Badgerclaw. But he had given Badgerclaw mercy. Why in the name of StarClan had that ever been a good idea?

And then, to top things off, even after the old tomcat had yielded, StarClan obviously had their need to pass up karma to Thornfang. He wasn't even pure ShadowClan. His father, obsessed with the code, had only grown so obsessed after wanting to apologise to StarClan for taking a she cat from outside the Clan for a mate. Perhaps Thornfang could do the same thing to make amends, but his very sight on the warrior code as well as StarClan seemed clouded, as though he had misunderstood everything.

This was it, then - the only way to end things. Perhaps if StarClan saw how sorry he was, they would forgive him, and let him into their ranks. But was he even sorry? Thornfang didn't know. But this was it. If he survived, he would find a way to crawl through life. If he died, his fate was in StarClan's paws.

And with that, the elderly tom made his way onto the Thunderpath, working towards the centre.[/size]

[size=9pt]thornfang attempted suicide by running onto the thunderpath, but he's going to survive: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2479554.new#new [/size]

[size=9pt]"For StarClan's sake - didn't any of your Clan ever teach you not to intrude into other Clans' territories? Not to mention, catching that mouse would have been stealing prey. But yes, why are we responsible? Was it her idea? And how come you got hurt? All the details, please - I feel as though we deserve to know."He flicked quite violently with his tail towards the leader's den. Though Raggedstar's name change was quite amusing, he still didn't like using that she cat's name. At least none of the cats present here at the moment were cats that he especially disliked. He hadn't formed an opinion on Hickorykit, and he might just like Snakehiss to an extent.[/size]

[size=9pt]Softlight begun to drag the elderly tom off the road, but only just in time. A roaring monster shot past, its filthy scent going straight up Thornfang's nostrils. "How is visiting StarClan a problem? Well, my fate is in their paws now,"was Thornfang's fate in his father's paws? That traitor! So why did he still care about his father, even after finding out something that in Thornfang's opinion, was horrific? If it wasn't for his father's attitude and obsession, the dark tom probably could have led a very different life. In that life, he wouldn't be filled with worry. He would always do what he thought was right, and not what he believed that StarClan thought was right. After all, it seemed that the elder's judgement had been wrong all along. "Why did you go against me doing this? You can't control me! This is my life, not yours! And maybe the idea is just a whiskerlength mousebrained, but we all make mistakes, and in the end they shape who we are, for better or worse!"[/size]

[size=9pt]"I'm fully aware of that. I bet you believed that all along. But I'm slowly becoming convinced that StarClan aren't as great as I originally believed them to be - yet they don't exactly let in just the angels, either,"if so, how had his father gotten in? Thornfang never would have dreamt of taking a mate from outside of ShadowClan, even if he lacked romantic interest in other cats. However, Thornfang had always been interested in raising a family and letting the family line carry on. Now it wouldn't. After all, the dark tom was too old, and how did you convince someone to be your mate without having any romantic feelings for them? "I guess that would be a bad thing of some sort. But I've heard what other cats say about me - they want me dead, so I'll oblige, even if I'm uncertain about what I want. See where that leaves them then!"[/size]

[size=9pt]"I use my brain all the time. I'd be dead if I didn't,"Thornfang stated the obvious, not really sure what to say. He was meant to hate Softlight, wasn't he? She had betrayed him, and he had wanted her dead. Yes he had used her, but he had made her strong, and he had encouraged her to train, to reach her maximum power. The old tom doubted that Raggedstar could have trained the young feline so well. "why should I stay alive? Why do I deserve to live? Tell me that."The elderly tom was beginning to shuffle towards camp, but was showing his reluctance greatly. Did he want to die, or not? And were Softlight's words meaning anything to him?[/size]

[size=9pt]Softlight... didn't want him to die? That was not something Thornfang had expected, but he felt just a little bit warmer inside hearing that. Just a tiny bit, though. "So, as respectfully said by you - I'm a mousebrain,"he continued, "But you don't want me to die? Why? I thought you hated me."[/size]

[size=9pt]"Understood."He told Softlight, and offered Snakehiss a small, subtle but legitimate smile. Softstep was there as well, but Thornfang didn't know what opinion to form on that cat yet. Once, he would have hated the feline with a passion - but now, he wasn't so sure. He narrowed his eyes, but guessed that Softstep only meant well. He quickened his pace a little, feeling just a mouselength more content.[/size]