Posts by softstep

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

  • i'm willing to wait for it || private

    Softstep plopped the fresh-kill onto the pile, satisfied with his work. Sure, it had only been a couple of mice, but such plump mice were rare in leaf-bare. His ears were perked to the sounds of his clan - as they often were. It was a nice change from the subtle dislike most harbored for him. The tom could almost imagine that they didn't look at him with narrowed eyes.


    Sighing at such a thought, he flicked his tail absentmindedly. Softstep sat down to observe the bustle of the camp and the daily duties his fellow clanmates pursued. He was getting a well-deserved break.


    [hr]

    tags

  • i may not live to see our glory || plot with softstep

    :00 i forgot im so sorry
    link


    [hr]

    tags

  • i may not live to see our glory || plot with softstep

    oo yiis
    would you like an interaction thread for it? owo
    forgive me, this is the first time i've done a plotting thread and i'm rlly awkward


    [hr]

    tags

  • i may not live to see our glory || plot with softstep

    ye, that'd be fine. c:


    [hr]

    tags

  • i'm willing to wait for it || private

    Softstep's eyes widened at the sudden weight and he let out a startled mew. His panic faded quickly as he realized how light it was. He looked over his shoulder with large yellow eyes. "What are you doing?" The meow didn't reek of agitation, but rather dripped of the fear he'd previously felt. The warrior hadn't expected a kit to leap onto his back, but he did expect to be hearing about himself getting frightened by a kit for at least another moon.


    [hr]

    tags

  • HE HAS WAITED ALONE (open, attempted suicide)

    The tom had been on patrol near the border, or what he considered a patrol. Softstep believed that he was fine on his own, at least on a hunting patrol. He'd picked up a familiar scent with confusion, and followed it closer to the border. His eyes had widened as he saw the shape of the elder travelling across the Thunderpath. Softstep wouldn't admit it later, but he froze. Confusion and fear mixed into a deadly combination to stop him in his tracks.


    "Thornfang!" The warrior yowled in terror as a monster rushed towards the elder in the distance.


    [hr]

    tags

  • i may not live to see our glory || plot with softstep

    it's fine. ovo i'm in the same boat.


    [hr]

    tags

  • HE HAS WAITED ALONE (open, attempted suicide)

    Softstep hadn't realized that other cats were around until Thornfang had been rescued from near death. He felt himself wanting to speak, to ask why, to do anything. And yet, it felt as if his mouth was bound shut. He padded silently alongside them on their trek back to camp, unsure if he should walk with them at all. The tom had done nothing to aid the elder's rescue. Softstep fell behind shortly after, and stopped in his tracks. He was useless there.


    The tom felt like he walked on heavy paws as he trotted away, with hunting in mind. At least he could do something for the clan overall.


    [hr]

    tags

  • dirty paws | (open, rogue)

    Softstep had been hunting, as he always was. He'd retrieved a surprising amount of prey for leaf-bare, and even had to return for a second trip. The lithe tom leaned down to the hole he'd dug in the soft ground to grasp fresh-kill in his jaws when a loud crack alerted him to someone behind him.


    The tom wasn't particularly afraid when the scent of his sister filled his nose. His ears flattened on his head as he let out a loud hiss, claws extending. The lithe, dark grey she-cat let out a low laugh at her brother. "Aww, what's wrong, brother? Aren't you happy to see me?" The rogue meowed, mockingly.


    Softstep let out an agitated growl. "What is it that you're doing here, Riley?" He meowed, yellow eyes narrowed at his sister.


    [hr]

    tags

  • dirty paws | (open, rogue)

    If the warrior knew of the presence of his clanmates, he showed no sign of it. His eyes were locked on the threatening form of his sister stalking forward. "It's a shame, really. I'm just trying to visit my brother. And yet, your claws are drawn?" Riley meowed, falseness ringing in her voice. It appeared she wasn't even attempting to mask her lie.


    "You're not welcome here." Softstep growled. The tom could feel his fur bristling the longer he stood before the rogue in front of him. She reeked of Twolegplace and the foul stench was thick in the air, practically suffocating.


    "Fine, fine, I'll spill." The rogue meowed in a bored tone, as if she had wanted him to play along. "I've come with an offer. I propose that you join me, in joining BloodClan."


    [hr]

    tags