Posts by Sootstorm

quietly tracks on this acc

heeeeeey

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]His dreams were dark, full of yowls of pain and claws flashing silver in a looming fog. They had been for moons now - seven, if he had bothered counting; and each left a new scar, quite literally, slicing against his rough hide like it was nothing. The honorable warrior barely spoke a word of his trifles, however, acting like it was nothing when another member expressed concern for his wounds the morning after. Just yesterday, a younger warrior had taken to inspecting each and every one of his scars while he lay dreaming of that same terrible place, and when his eyes had opened, the burning stare of another in his fur too strong to ignore, he had immediately leaped up and expressed his dismay loudly, nearly waking those who slept dormant in the den. Today, when his eyes opened, however, that same warrior was found moved to the far back, still scared out of its hide and seeking to escape the wrath of the older warrior with little reluctance shown.

Even Sootstorm would admit to how quiet he had been lately, keeping to himself more than usual and busying himself with hunting solo and minor patrols. Normally, he was seen lousily criticizing everyone and everything around him, within yelling distance, of course. But now, as the clan got slower and the days grew shorter, he was anywhere but in the camp if he could help it. He wasn't even making an active effort to pay attention to his own children, paying them little heed when he had no need to. It was easier for him, that way. Now, as the older warrior stretched, his long-furred hide messy and giving him that horribly easy "I woke up like this" look, he slipped through the entrance of the warrior's den and glided to the freshkill pile, idly choosing something small but filling, like a thrush. Thrush. If he was still young and as silly as he had once been, he would've remarked that his daughter was named after the prey he was currently feasting on.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]ofc!! he's gonna be really concerned and somewhat strict with her for the whole losing her life thing tbh. who makes?

+ white and soot thread??? like,, soot is prob gonna yell at him bc he can & he's an ass so

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]No silly medicine cat or the whole of StarClan could possibly barricade him from his daughter, and it showed with the way he stormed forward, following Sparrowheart and the injured form of Thrushstar with an alarm that made him send angry a glare in Whitethroat's direction as he passed by. This tom clearly had something to do with this - this situation that had been wrought upon his aged form, the scent of blood and the high-pitched mewls of concern that had caught his attention as soon as the pair had found their way inside of SkyClan's small camp, would be discussed later. For now, he'd settle on wringing what happened and the condition of his kin out of the leader if it was the last thing he was to do. "Thrushstar." his voice was far too harsh to address a leader with, and he caught himself, for his angry expression might not have softened but his voice did. "What happened?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]soot x himself
otp

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Sootstorm could recruit her into the dark forest? he's in there atm still training / catching up on what he missed

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Won't be active as much; my grades are suffering and until I get them up I get one hour on the computer each day.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Sootstorm padded forward silently, his eyes decisive and barely showing a flicker of emotion at all; not even when Doemask stepped up to receive her new apprentice, or when Thrushstar proposed her idea. He agreed with it - and thus, he needn't add anything more to the conversation. It would be unnecessary. However, "I'm on Caramel with this one. Elders should be placed somewhere secure, but also somewhere where they aren't in danger of getting stuck. Despite our tradition and our name of living up in high places, I would prefer and feel much more at ease, as would the older members already retired or soon to be retired, if they were settled into a tree hollow. They'd be on the ground and more open to an attack, but if we put warriors on guard there each night as we do with our current camp, they'd be safe and still keep to your decision of having a very tree-like theme."

ninja'd

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]"Why give him a place to sleep and hunt when all he'd be doing is taking up resources that we need? While we have too many mouths to feed at the moment, you mind as well add him to the group, Thrushstar. It would be senseless to simply let him stay here for the night." he hated the idea of a kittypet staying here, especially one who seemed so daft, but he refrained from speaking his thought aloud. Padding up forward and next to his daughter, the hulking brown tabby would skewer the feline in question with a glowering look. "I agree with Lionfrost, also. He has a warrior name. And if he is to join - which I fully support, if you are intent on even giving him a night's stay here - then at least strip him of it and let him live a few moons as an apprentice, anyway. I haven't had an apprentice myself in moons, and besides, I'm one of the senior warriors. I'd be willing to train him if it comes to it."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Another warm body was another mouth that they'd have to work hard to feed, and between that and the look that Daybreak was giving his daughter, he was eerily close to falling forward with immense anger and frustration. He disagreed heartily with his leader's acceptance of kittypets and loners despite SkyClan's own kittypet roots, but he kept his mouth shut out of respect. He'd have a word with her later, though; he was sure of it. For now, however, he skewered the muscular feline with his own annoyed glare, his large form tense and ready.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Badgers were nothing but the bane of SkyClan nowadays; ever since his daughter had been approached by one at the moor and injured, and she had found a group of the heinous creatures settling into the place they called home, they had been nothing but trouble and made Sootstorm want to groan as a result. The faster they moved, the less they'd have to see of the animals - and the more happy Sootstorm would be. He could even deal with the whole kittypet and loner business, if only the badgers and their friends were gone, even if that made him just a little bit less frustrated.

Sootstorm had been keeping guard, his form straight and tall, his long fur just increasing his alarming stature. He was a big feline, and he took pride in it and the mixed feelings it caused others. Whereas in the past he had been less littered with scars and much more of a looker, his features clean and unscathed by the frown permanently stuck to it today, he was now much more muscular and unfriendly than before. In the past with his mate, that was when he had felt carefree and alive; now, his ambitions clawing up a storm in his belly and with the emptiness that followed him around every day, he felt as dead as the cats they were made to believe were in the sky.

"Lionfrost," his deep voice bellowed, his eyes softening into a confused frown as he caught sight of the familiar form of the she-cat. He uncurled from his sitting position, his tail flicking side from side anxiously at the sight of her, but he kept from approaching her outright - mainly because as the seconds passed, his expression of frustration returned, his eyes glaring now as they raked the scars that lined her shoulder. "badgers, I assume? Are you okay?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]The sight of Doemask wasn't as painful as he had originally led himself to believe. Seeing her stirred up memories of secretive glances and warm smiles, but it didn't dig up the same feelings, where he had loved her with what he had believed had been all of his heart. Since the death of his original mate and the birth of his and Doemask's children, he knew he had ever only really loved her with a quarter of his being. Which was why he had ended it so abruptly, refusing to acknowledge his kits as his own and denying the idea that he had ever felt anything for her in the first place. It made him, in a way, feel less guilty of his lack of commitment. But it hadn't, and surely never would be, the first time he strayed from another; when he was young and foolish he had developed the bad habit by meeting with an older rogue by the far border each night while he was supposed to be cuddling up with a sweetheart he had had an eye on. Thinking of such a thing and knowing he had gotten away with it amused him, even if it didn't reflect on the way he treated others now.

"I'll be coming along as well, if you weren't already leaving." his jaws opened in the beginnings of a yawn, and the older warrior padded forward, shaking the mound of long fur that decorated his form and stopping nearby the two felines. "I've just about had enough of all of these kittypets wandering into our camp. We don't need more mouths to feed, after all. Prey is just about on the tip of becoming scarce."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Hey there! I'm pretty bored with Sootstorm since he has nothing going on besides his training in the dark forest, soooo, anyone wanna plot with him? He's pretty much open to anything, and if you need anymore indication as to what his personality is like, he's a very Tigerstar-esque kind of character.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]tfw u have a picture of them just scowling at a rock and finding everything horrible about it
so yes!! who makes the thread?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]i need to do something with sootstorm
nyeh

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]they do!! i'll make since i have time after my current class c:

i'd be okay w/ it! i'm trying to contribute as much as i can with what little time i have during the day to post, so that would be pretty swell.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]I got Sootstorm's gender thing mixed up, aha
mind changing it to ♂?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]"Sootpaw." his voice was icy, sending chills through every vein in the apprentice's body. From where he lay, curled up by Berrypaw, the brown tabby lifted his head and stared into the pale grey eyes that hung like half-moons, glowering at him with a disappointment that took away any comfort Sootpaw had felt prior. Scrambling up immediately without needing any further appointment from his mentor, Sootpaw slipped quietly out of his den, just to be shoved to the ground. He shrieked, more out of surprise than pain. "What did I tell you about not keeping your mouth shut?" the ebony feline hissed, his bony, scarred body lurking threateningly over Sootpaw. The apprentice's yellow eyes widened in fear, and as he opened his maw to reply, he was roughly interrupted by his mentor opening his jaws and leaning forward. Sootpaw shut his eyes tightly. He wished with all his heart that his mentor wouldn't do this, but inside, he knew that it'd happen, sooner or later -

Sootstorm dodged the badger's attack, a hiss sounding from his snarling maw as he faced the stumbling black-and-white creature. "Menace." he breathed, his whiskers twitching and his tail lashing, form tense and poised for another attack. And another attack came. The badger, angrier than ever, barreled forward into the smaller form of the senior warrior; Sootstorm let it, feeling it's heavy head burrow itself into his furry stomach, it's jaws snapping at his scrambling feet as he climbed it's cranium, fastening his paws on both sides of it's head before biting down on an ear. The badger wailed; it was caught off guard for the moment, but kept barreling forward, until Sootstorm felt it abruptly stop. A force almost sent his back legs flying, as the badger had rather blindly struck the tree, collapsing into a foolish heap. Sootstorm spat in disdain, letting go of it's form and hopping off immediately. He turned around and fled.

"I'm sorry! Halfmoon, please -" before Soot could beg any further, he was stopped with an ear-rattling hush; he flinched as Halfmoon, instead of sinking his teeth directly into the apprentice's neck as expected, put his jaws around the large tabby's mangy scruff. Soot felt himself simmer with anger. He hated being carried like a kit. He was almost a warrior, after all - not some stumbling little kitten following after their mother. Resisting the urge to snarl, however, Sootpaw allowed Halfmoon to roughly drag him from the camp and a little further into the territory, enough to where it would be impossible to hear them. "On that note, I've figured out what your first assignment is going to be as a Darkforest member." Halfmoon's voice gave nothing away once he finally dropped Sootpaw and allowed him to back away, still as chilling as it had been before, but it didn't help soothe Sootpaw's anxiety. Instead, it worsened it. As Halfmoon said the following words, a hard, calculating look on his ugly face, Sootpaw's haunches raised immediately. "You're going to kill her. Berrypaw. You're going to kill her, and you will make it look like an accident; unless you want to face the consequences of not obeying direct orders. You've already broken one rule, after all. You don't want to look even worse."

He had thought that he had gotten away in time, escaped the death that surely would've come in the jaws of the beast that was the badger. He had been lucky it was stupid; but unfortunate when it came to the next one. Because, despite being such a big creature, the one that smacked Sootstorm into the cover of a bush was quiet and cautious, startling him so much that he could barely have the mind to land on all fours. Instead, he went tumbling, thorns from the leafy alcove burying into his fur and causing him to cry out in momentary pain. He barely had time to recover, to get up and face the enemy head-on, before the current badger flung itself at him again, it's heavy, dangerous jaws securing themselves around his tail, jolting him out of the bush and then swinging him around. Was it possible to feel your tail get slowly, painfully, ripped from your rump? If it was, that was what Sootstorm felt in that moment; he felt his tail disappear from him, and he wailed, his cry of pain mingling with his roar of anger. Once he fell, he stumbled around to face the badger, managing to ignore the agony sprouting in his hindquarters in favor of swiping the animal across the snout before diving forward, burying his smaller, less intimidating muzzle into the furry inside of the animal's neck. A whimper and a screech sounded, and the badger froze, too stupid to do much else in means of defending itself. Taking advantage of this, Sootstorm added his claws into the mix, embracing the creature's thick neck and digging his claws into the folds of skin. Then he tore. He tore, savagely, snarl after snarl escaping him as he messily tore through fur and skin and let the blood flow.

"No! Berrypaw - I can't do that, Halfmoon, please don't make me do it. She's too much of a fur-brain to even - to even have anybody believe her! You hear what our mothers tell us. That the Darkforest is all just... all just some silly tale that we're told by the elders to keep us in our nests. Nobody will believe her. Nobody." his cries fell on deaf ears; the ebony feline, barely distinguishable in the dead of night, gave no sign as to hearing his apprentice's words. Instead, he gave Sootpaw a hard, steady scowl, threatening him to deny him once more. "If you don't, I will. And if I do it, you'll be sorry, Sootpaw. The Darkforest is your family. Your true clan. We allowed you in here, trained you, taught you every way to bend and break a cat in a matter of seconds. But we have rules, too, and if those rules aren't followed, someone has to pay the price. And I will not be that someone."

It was too late. The badger had begun struggling far too late as it's life was bled out of it's large form, and Sootstorm fell back, his breath ragged and uneven. Pain etched itself into every one of his features, and he resisted the urge to fall back, afraid to hurt the stump that was his tail; instead, he urged himself onward, despite the grimace of pain that followed. He was a little ways away, ready to head back, when he was stopped from doing so when he remembered the badger. Of course. Despite being such a pain in SkyClan's hindquarters, winter was coming, so it would only be fair if he brought it back for food. Groaning, Soot returned to the animal's corpse and fastened his teeth into it's neck, dragging it towards camp even if the agony of his injuries protested heartily as he did so.