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i'll get to making it tonight!
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Truthfully he spent more time out of the Bloodhouse then inside of it. Probably because he got heavily annoyed when the sounds of loud talking entered his ears, or when he couldn't get any sleep because of the constant running around that the kits seemed to do frequently. It was most likely that he just didn't have the energy like they did and he was just a cranky fox. A slight smirk pulled across his muzzle at the idea and he had to pause for a moment as he took in the chill of the morning air. It was crisp and a little harsh on the lungs but he felt better for it where he had laid upon the tin lid of one of the garbage cans. His eyes flicked down though as he scented the smell of an approaching cat with jaws half open. Slowly monstrous form moved, carefully shifting his body so that overgrown claws clinked against the metal of the trash can as he shifted his large form and easily descended from her perch. Lightly venomous eyes narrowed as he sought out whom it was as he left the allyway of his own accord only to see the figure of Bune passing by. Oh, yeah that was the guy that had been rather beat up when he had arrived in Bloodclan. Hmm. Stepping ever so lightly the male began to stalk him, jaws slowly closing as his body brushed low against the ground. His ears pulled forward and then he suddenly moved, racing forth from behind the tom cat. The snow helped to muffle the hardened steps of his paws and he coiled his muscles in his back legs as he leaped, lunging forth to aim to push with heavy paws against the flank of the tom and possibly send him spiraling through the snow. A bout of laughter would explode from the fiery tom as he sat down with shoulders shaking before he spoke up. "Hey Bune, where are you going? Did I scare ya?"
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Ohh maybeee! Maybee they go to Thunderclan and make a deal with them to go and steal prey from Riverclan or somewhere else to give to them??
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Yeah I think that would be the right way to go with that. Open and private unless you would want them to have a confrontation with the Riverclanners
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He had been here before although his first visitation had been a little bit different. He’d come with harm in mind and had taken a Darkclanner to be made a slave in Bloodclan. Which at the time had not been dreadfully hard. But conversations moved and things became a bit more complicated because Pitch had somehow climbed the ranks and had become leader of this place. A frown colored his maw and a part of him wondered if they were missing Lunargaze right now. If they knew he was gone. Soft scars were on his form now after living the life of a loner and then making leaps and bounds from Windclan to Bloodclan. A part of him was angry and wondered at why his brother never can back for him. Never took him away from those two legs. Yes, the monstrous flame was bitter and it showed in toxic colored eyes as he stepped forward through the snow. He had already crossed the border and his jaws were slightly parted as he scented for what or rather where the encampment of Darkclan was. He kept his steps light and even as he trailed along, gaze slightly narrowed as overgrown claws scrapped against ice and packed snow. His molten visage shifted and rippled with hard muscle that aches to be used and he curled his muzzle a bit as he continued his venture in the territory.
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im totally fine with making the private thread for it for sure! That all sounds fine with me and we can see d a Riverclanner or two discovers them or something but they still get away with the prey
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A soft yawn left the muzzle of the large male as he slowly walked along the darkened streets of the concrete forest they lived in. After talking with Artemis they had decided to go on a bit of a two feline border patrol and this one was to Thunderclan’s border. Sure he knew that Tamarind had already taken a patrol there but good security helped to keep them safe. So he figured why not. For most of the way out along the streets underneath artificial sunlight the large brute was silent, just keeping the peace as they walked. His gaze burned with hidden malice as he moved, rolling his shoulders after a bit of time. These days he had been moving none stop and perhaps that Riverclan molly was getting to him but that was a conversation he was going to keep to himself. The streetlights soon shifted away from them as they crept closer to the forest, scents mingling together and causing his muzzle to curl slowly. “This is the border I presume. Let’s get to marking I guess. Maybe something entertaining will happen.”
darkflower.
HAREKIT.
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“I know what I’m doing, molly. Please don’t act as if I don’t.” His voice was seething, coiling with uncooked anger as he looked upon the she-cat with a hint of demented craze in them. Perhaps he should cool his jets but he was not here for pleasantries or something that would be kindness. No, he was here for confrontation and it had nothing to do with her or her little friend that decided to show up either. He looked down upon the both of them with ease, his massive form shifting and rolling with toned muscles that flexed against bone and tendons. His muzzle curled slowly at the scent of Darkclan that swarmed him and he glared with ease. Overgrown claws shifted and dug into the ground, tearing up snow and ice as he took a paw step forward and then another. “I have business here and I would suggest you both move out of my way. It doesn’t concern any of you save for the one that pretends to be a leader.” Scorn like flashing heat laced his voice as his thick tail swayed back and forth with agitation clearly showing in the male’s body language.
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yeah that is about it! Umm I’m not sure if they refuse, perhaps they can like counter with the fact that Wildseas helped to take Cinderpaw??
Or maybe they just shrug it off and leave and go ask Riverclan if they would like prey stolen
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yeah they are enemies but i figured if they are starving they won’t care where he food is coming from especially since they are in a rough spot with Riverclan
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Perhaps it is to fan the flames of war between thunder and river? They could soak their pelts in Thunderclan scent just to be drama increasers lol
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The overly large tom prowled forth from the depths of the concrete jungle, taking his time really on such a stroll. It wasn’t everyday that they left the confines of Bloodclan’s territory and frankly not alone either. Their own thoughts and decisions were at work here and he doubted that he would speak of his to anyone but Wake. The idea was simple and it was to broker a deal with some of the Thunderclan members. Perhaps not all of them but he was sure that some of them would be smart enough to take it. It costed them no harm in the short term. Though long term he didn’t know about that. The idea to bring one of his inferiors along had come to mind but he decided not to as they would probably irk him so he didn’t. His gaze slithered along the snow covered ground as he moved with deliberate strength in his limbs. The fire of his coat shifting with the ever present stride of toned muscles. For a moment he looked back to Wake to make sure he was okay, to take some comfort and confidence in his best friend’s silent presence before he turned to face the in coming border of Thunderclan. He had not been a part of their forest being burned down and neither had Wake here but odds were they would blame them still. Settling down he curled his thickly furred tail around his body and began the wait, shifting with a sharp restlessness in his limbs.
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His jaw clenched tightly, claws like wolf teeth dragging against the ground as he clutched onto it. Her comments were unwanted and an equally unnecessary reminder of what that life had done to him. Indeed he had been a kittypet, thought that part of his life no one asked him about. But he had always been a killer. Simple and easy it had come to him and even working on his contract with Jail and Wake he had showed it. Yet if she had spoken about his tough guy act that would not have gotten him as near as angry as he was now. It was like a roaring in his ears, a jagged flame pitched too high and growing out of control. This anger came from deep within like a monster trapped and bashing against the bars of a cell too small to contain. It swelled and reddened his gaze and threatened the lives of others around him. The tom’s jaw aches with how bad he was grinding his teeth together and his reaction was instantaneous as he attempted to reach forth and smack the ink colored molly across her face with overgrown claws extended. He felt nothing after the action, just a sudden emptiness that seeped into his core as he glared at the woman. His muzzle curled, flashing sharp teeth that threatened he possibility to sink into her flesh. “I ain’t ask for your lip. Shut it and start making yourself useful, inferior.” Go hunting, be battle training bait. He didn’t care but he would be watching her every step.
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Lately he had been doing way more than was expected of him, he saw it. Disliked the way he had been pushing himself. And all for what? The ability to be feared and looked upon as some type of monster. It was a joke and yet he wanted that joke to be so badly applied to himself. There was a fear welled up deep inside of him that he just wasn’t good enough or perhaps he was just unnecessary. The idea pulled him deeper into himself and often times his presence would disappear from Bloodclan and wandering eyes for a while. Where he was, or had slunked off too was easy enough to decipher if one knew Wild good enough. Perhaps his inferiors has figured it out. In a dark corner of the Bloodhouse, deep with the halls and partially behind one of the opened doors to a room was the massive tomcat. His body was squished against that of a dirtied grey furred fake bear, legs sprawled out for he laid on his back with his tail pulled between his legs and curled against the side of his neck. His mouth was partially open, pink tongue against the roof of his mouth with a bit of drool at the corner. His eyes were tightly shut though his front paws were held onto the twoleg item rather tightly. Yes, he was sleeping and sleeping relatively hard currently and yet he looked peaceful. A face usually filled with anger and unwillingness now placid and calm.
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Get a load of the guy. The flaming tom wanted to sneer, felt a singular twitch of his muzzle before he forced himself to keep still as he flicked his tail. It was a small sign to Wake meaning for him to be prepared before he lightly tilted his head a bit. Guess it kind of sucked to be in Thunderclan right now and they seemed pretty quick to judge. But then again he didn’t blame them. Bloodclan has nearly killed off their clan and they were barely holding on as it were. Good thing he and his partner had decided to be charitable as of right now. But he mainly focused on the tom that arrived after the fact. “Alright alright, just take it easy. We aren’t on your lands and as you can clearly see we aren’t hostile either.” Sure being gracious was tough on him but he merely took in a deep breath, gaze glimmering a little with faux concern before he gave a once over at the felines before him. He could act the part quite nicely. “We came here because we wanted to help you all out. So, me and my friend here decided to go hunting for you guys. Whatever you like we will try to bring it back for you. Look, we don’t like the fact that you guys are starving out here so we figured why not help out. All that we ask is that you remember us someday.”
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He couldn’t help but raise a fictional brow and really it was an interesting thing that they tried to justify their means to not accept their help. Just because one day they might need Thunderclans help just like right now. What did they actually think they would ask them for? To kill someone? To hide them away? Hardly. But he could only stare at both of the mollies with disbelief in his gaze. It was a sharp look of incredulous as he tilted his head to the side. “So what you are saying is that during these trying times when there is a bit of a food problem that someone just offer to hunt for nothing. That is a bit much don’t you think. We are expending our energy to do this which could very well be used for other things.” His words were cut short as he turned to look at Wake as he was tapped and watched his moving paws before giving a slow nod of his head. Like he was going to tell them that. That wouldn’t help them at all and he allowed a frown to pull at his maw as if agreeing in a show of sadness before looking to the Thunderclanners. “He says he is concerned for your healths and would gladly fetch something. My words here but he can’t work for nothing same as I.”
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“Well aren’t you antagonistic.” The tom’s voice was mellow and he allowed a leak of hurt to appear within his voice and all because he asked for them to remember him and suddenly he was accused of thinking as if he had devestated their clan. What was wrong with these forest cats? He couldn’t really believe his ears truthfully and so he supposed he would set the record straight on that one. “Let me clear something up here. I would rather you not attempt to clump me up with whomever decided to burn your home down. I never once mentioned that I personally thought they had devastated your clan. That was before my time and I just recently took up residence in Bloodclan.” He was a former Windclanner after all and he shrugged his shoulders before glancing to Wake again before sighing. Well, they had tried to give out help and had been rejected it seemed though he figured that their forest clan pride would win out although they probably would accept help from any other group besides Bloodclan even if they offered the help for a small exchange. Pitiful. “You are more than just skinny but I can appreciate the need to save and keep up appearances.”
