Posts by EMBERHAWK !

This is an archived version of FeralFront.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/.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px;; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase;]
    Now, Emberhawk was a father and as such he had to abide by the rules of parenthood that he loved each of his kits equally, despite Hailkit's less than stellar behaviour and rude commentary. "I didn't realise I had to ask your permission to sit down, Hailkit," the point replied scathingly, irked at his son's attitude. He hoped the young tom wouldn't be as foul tempered towards him when he was older. As a kit, it was almost expected for there to be some rudeness, some tension, but Emberhawk expected all cats to grow out of it as they aged. Otherwise it would lead to a split Clan.
    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; color: #808080; font-size:9px;]★ information - battle tags - personal - plot - bio
    #hippytemplate

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px;; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase;]
    "It's something," Emberhawk mewed appreciatively as he emerged from the undergrowth, happening upon the apprentices and kit. He twitched his whiskers in greeting, then frowned as he spotted Briarkit plowing ahead of the group. "Briarkit," he called, hurrying after her with a sweep of his tail. "Stay with us! Kits aren't allowed out of camp for a reason!" And that reason was not only the cold temperature and the very real possibility of getting lost, but also predators. Briarkit wouldn't stand a chance against a stray fox.
    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; color: #808080; font-size:9px;]★ information - battle tags - personal - plot - bio
    #hippytemplate

    EMBERHAWK !


    CAMP CODE:


    CAMP TEXT:


    AVATAR:



    PERSONAL TEXT:


    CUSTOM TITLE:


    SIGNATURE:


    CUSTOM COLOUR:


    TEMPLATES:

    #1


    #2


    #3

    It had been many moons since any cat had heard from Emberhawk and it had probably been some time since a cat had even thought of him. It wasn't that Emberhawk was worth forgetting, it was that he had never been very significant in Clan politics. Sure, he'd taken a mate and fathered a few litters with that mate, and had been scorned by her when it had been found that their latest litter was not his at all. But he'd never excelled in anything, perhaps except loyalty, which had been why his sudden disappearance one night had been shocking enough, and yet at the same time not at all shocking for the pain of his mate's betrayal. It may have been assumed that Emberhawk, insignificant as he was, was unable to take this and had fled the Clan, unable to face his friends and family in his humiliation.

    But that was not true. Not at all.

    Deep within SkyClan territory, a half-rotten corpse had been exposed by recent rains among the thick roots of an oak tree, almost as if the roots were cradling the corpse as a mother cat would hold her kits close to her belly. White and ginger fur, in a curious point pattern, still clung to the decaying flesh, despite the time that had passed and the inevitable predation of different scavengers in the area.

    White flashes of the skeleton were visible in some places, where the fur and flesh had rotten - or been torn away - completely. One such place was the skull, which now grinned up at the tangle of branches above it with empty eye sockets and a gaping, broken jaw. If one were to turn the skull, perhaps risking it detaching completely from the rest of the skeleton, one might discover that the back of the structure had been shattered, presumably in a fall, and had lent some hand in the flame point's death.

    No, Emberhawk had not deserted the Clan; he had merely died in a fall from the branches of the oak where his body now lay, and had been left undiscovered for moons upon moons. Perhaps now, now that the mud and leaves that had hidden his body and its scent from sharp eyes and noses had been partially washed, Emberhawk might be buried next to his Clanmates, rather than remain an unnamed deserter of the Clan.

    /i fell inactive with emberhawk a while ago and i reckon it's finally time for him to be officially dead so maybe wasppaw & any other active kits can grieve for him a bit & finally find out what happened to him