Dovepaw loved Gatherings. A chance for everyone to meet up, and his friendliness with cats from other Clans wouldn't be frowned upon for once! The ThunderClanner's very first words were, "Hi everyone, Dovepaw here! Now, who wants to chat? Come over, or I'll pester you myself, haha!" The large tomcat hated being alone.
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"Sure!" Dovepaw moved more slowly, though he tried to keep up with Spottedfern. Wondering if she thought he was stupid, he reassured her, "I'm super fast, but I don't want to scare away any prey by making noise." That was one of the things the ThunderClanner hated. There was no real rush, as long as they caught as much prey as possible in the end. And the only way to achieve that was to be really quiet.
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Huh - a kit out of the nursery for the first time? Dovepaw came over. "So, you're out of the nursery for the first time, huh? You must be scared, that's the natural way to react. I'll guide you, though, so please show your emotions! I believe your name is Pebblekit?" What was this feeling? Why did the ThunderClanner... hope that Pebblekit really was scared? Was he being sadistic? Did he just want to be in control?
//welcome!
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"Sure! Like I said, I'd let you choose," it was then that the scent of sparrow wafted into the tom's nostrils. Following the scent, he found the small bird, currently unaware of his presence. He leapt, pinning down the sparrow by the wing and beginning to tear it apart, digging long, sharp claws inside, blood on his paws, sadistic pleasure pulsing through him as he enjoyed every moment of the catch. Not the kill. There was no such thing as dead. "Ha! Didn't take me long! I've already made the first catch!"
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"An excellent job indeed!" Dovepaw smiled proudly. What was better than succeeding? It did seem as though the ThunderClanner was happy all the time, but when things truly did go his way, he found himself at his highest point, like he had climbed the tallest tree in the forest and would look down on everyone who had failed to reach the final branch. They had all fallen, but he would save them with his unusual methods! "Yes, mouse. You must have a disadvantage without a tail, though!" Haha. Dovepaw would never lose his tail.
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It seemed Dovepaw's littermate had come over, with a rather strange looking bird. It was incredibly interesting to say the least. "Fascinating! I'll take a closer look at it. I must know what it looks like on the inside, and what it tastes like..." And he'd make sure to take some feathers whilst he was at it. Dovepaw had a feather collection, and feathers like that must be rare. What the ThunderClanner also noticed was Emberkit's glare, "I'll pretend I didn't see that glare, Emberkit! We all love each other here, there's no need for anything else!"
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Dovepaw made his way over. "Hiya, everyone!" his ice blue eyes scanned the large group of cats who had gathered. Mossflight had just given birth to another litter of kits. Dovepaw wouldn't treat them differently because they were related to him by blood, he would only judge them by their personalities and abilities. "They're absolutely beautiful new forms of life in this world! How exciting!" Oh, these kits were going to love him!
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"I can tell exactly what happened," despite his strange outlook on life, Dovepaw was very intelligent. "Wolfnose got into a fight with BloodClan, and they've taken him. I want to go to BloodClan myself." That finally statement could be interpreted in more than one way, but Dovepaw really was curious about BloodClan. He still stood by his 'loving everybody' rule, and that included the apparently cruel and merciless cats of BloodClan. He wanted to find out all about them himself!
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Why had Dovepaw wanted Ashkit to stay stuck under the pile? He didn't know why, but it was actually his sadistic side coming into play again. Spending a long time deciding what to take from the pile, and decided to pick up the rabbit which had fallen on Ploverkit. "You're welcome," the ThunderClanner smiled as he began to tear the huge rabbit apart, peering at its insides. "And hiya everyone! You should all let the pile fall on you more often! It's sure to be an interesting experience!"
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"I can tell that you're stuck." Dovepaw stated as he begun to climb, showing no signs of hesitation, claws gripped strongly into the tree. He was confident in his ascent, going up higher and higher. A cat with such a messed up mind as Dovepaw - yet he certainly was a talented one. And he loved climbing - it was fun, just like his life!
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"That clumsiness was hilarious. Talk about entertainment. Carry on like that, Tanglepaw! And hiya, Spottedfern!" Did Dovepaw have a best friend? He supposed he didn't, and he was okay with that. On an unrelated note, would he ever consider being in a romantic relationship with somebody? Well, absolutely! He loved everybody platonically, so why not romantically?
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//welcome!
"No, you didn't, Ploverkit. You had better try again!" Dovepaw encouraged, hoping to see the child make a fool of themselves again. Wow, and Tanglepaw had crashed into Starlingpaw? ThunderClan really was rather entertaining, and Dovepaw loved it! "And you should always enter with a crash!" he told Tanglepaw eagerly. It was time to address Starlingpaw. "Hiya Starlingpaw! How's it going?"
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Dovepaw loved all of the seasons for what they were, but he couldn't deny that Leafbare was the least practical. "Hiya, Stoneface! You look cold!" Dovepaw didn't really feel the cold much - though he didn't feel the heat, either. It really didn't bother him. "Wolfnose, I'll have something as well! And hi Spottedfern, Drywind!" The ThunderClanner couldn't wait for something to eat, and something for him to tear apart.
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"I can tell with certainty that the stumble there was faked. Not that I mind at all, it's still incredibly amusing," Dovepaw just wanted to make a point of his intelligence. But in came Whitepaw, and the ThunderClanner could immediately sense that something was up, though he still replied cheerfully, "Hiya, Whitepaw! Yes, tell me everything!" Would it be something to do with Mossflight? His brother did seem to be very suspicious of the deputy, and Dovepaw couldn't deny that something was going on, even if he loved his mother all the same.
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Dovepaw was at the freshkill pile, choosing a robin for his meal. Of course, the ThunderClanner proceeded with his unusual way of eating, tearing the bird apart into tiny pieces as he begun to examine it. The blood of prey was on his paws and his long, sharp claws as he peered insides, looking at the innards of the robin. He didn't understand what was so wrong with what he was doing, even if he did get some very strange looks whenever he did something like this. He was just researching in a way, seeing how an animal functioned, and whether they varied from individual creature to creature or stayed the same for every species. Dovepaw only wanted accurate information. Along with that, the tom was slowly discovering his sadistic side, though he was confused about that too. And none of this was helped by the fact that Dovepaw didn't even believe that death was possible.
Once the ThunderClanner had fully examined a scrap of the robin, he would chew it slowly, before swallowing. That was the way to get the most out of a meal after all, and he was sure that the robin would appreciate Dovepaw benefitting from it. Once he had swallowed the robin, he begun to examine another piece.
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"Like I thought. But do you really mean that you'd do anything?" The ThunderClanner smiled, chest puffed out. Yup, he had guessed Spottedfern's weak spot, and he wasn't afraid to use it against her if he needed to. But he cared about Spottedfern, didn't he? He liked her, right? There was no reason why he would ever need to harm her in any way, or was there?
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"Hiya everyone! Try your very best, and I'm up for sparring with anyone!" Dovepaw made his way over, incredibly eager. Oh, how he wished he could unsheathe his claws, though! He did rather enjoy the sight of blood - his enemy's blood, of course, on his claws.
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"It's okay, the bird's fine, they'll recover quickly. Though if you don't wish to believe that, be my guest," he licked the blood off his paws and claws, enjoying the taste very much. Wasn't this a normal thing to do? True, he had never seen any of his Clanmates do it, but that was because they were crazy. But being so crazy was just one of the reasons why Dovepaw loved his Clan so much. He would do anything for them, and he really did mean anything. "Well, I won't clean it, because I don't see the problem with it. I'll probably get most of it, the delicious parts anyway, off the ground with my tongue. There won't be much left anyway, if any. And also, a test to see how smart you are - do you know what type of animal that is?" He pointed to the robin with outstretched claws, before adding, "I believe your name is Twistedkit."
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"Oh yes, we'll see! But I'm smart, and I can already tell the future! I'm going to win!" yup, this was a competition now. Call Dovepaw immature, but this was the way things were going to be. He begun to trot towards the Great Sycamore, but he didn't go too fast. The last thing he wanted was to scare away any prey. "Sure, if that's where you want to go!" He could already see a vole and was heading towards it. He leapt, nearly missing the creature as it begun to scurry away. But Dovepaw hurried on in pursuit, and it didn't take him long until he had the vole pinned. Staring terrifyingly into prey's eyes, he sunk sharp teeth into its chest, raking claws across its face. He carried on with this torture until eventually the vole died. "And I've already caught something! Score one for Dovepaw!"