Posts by SPOTTEDELK

✧ — the large tom grunted, paws dragging towards the border. His Manx inherited tail twitched behind him, large tufted ears stretching upwards on his head. They swiveled momentarily, picking up the scent of moving prey a little ways back. But he wasn’t interested in hunting. His role model was gone, big brother Zakhar had vanished moons ago, and he himself had fallen into the background. But no more! He’d have to find his own way around now. ""

✧ — It was hard to fight that involuntary lip curl of disgust at the approach of another feline. He carried with him the scent of the soft moor, and the tom had to focus his mind on being.... friendly. Usually, the chatty one was his brother, always coming up with the plans... but now he’s gone. “Spottedelk. Joining. ...please.” He almost didn’t add the last part, tail twitching uneasily behind him. ""

✧ — /yes it is ""

✧ — The tom gave pause as an all-to familiar, albeit windclan drenched- scent of a long lost sibling came dancing to his nose on nervous yet determined paws. Brown gaze lowered to find the rather graceful form of Graceful coming to stand beside the first Clan cat to greet him. He had the urge to cuff her around the ears, scold her, make her cringe on her paws beneath him, like the sovereign he was, but thought better of it. Her new... “friends” ...might not like that. “Sister.” He greeted, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. If the others hadn’t run off in the first place, their family wouldn’t have been broken up. The other clan had been idiots, not bending to Zakhar and his will, before Zakhar was suddenly... just gone.. leaving Spottedelk to wander, floundering in the dark. “Clan take Spottedelk to leader to join, yes?” He questioned, averting his gaze to the first warrior. ""

✧ — Wolfsbane was here too? The tom shifted on his paws, ears flattening a little. “..yes. Spottedelk joining. Zakhar gone.” He answered, rather stiffly. ""

✧ — ochre gaze lowered as Wolfs sent Graceful away totally against their upbringing. But Spottedelk remembered DarkClan. Females were equal now. Confusing, yes? But that was moons ago. He couldn’t live alone anymore, and he was pretty certain DarkClan wouldn’t like to see him again. Hopefully, they never found his accident that Zakhar had helped him hide. The tom sometimes didn’t realize his own strength and had accidentally murdered an apprentice. A she-cat to be exact. He frowned. “Spottedelk realizes, must change. Wolfsbane help, yes?” ..please. The tom fixed his gaze on his brother with a sad hunt of a smile on his form. ""

✧ — “Eaglestar lead WindClan.” The new tom spike up, small tail twitching behind him. His large tufted ears rotated forward, almost amused that the former leader would think Morningfrost was leader. Didn’t he remember that according to this “Warrior Code” that his own deputy would take over should he be unable?""

✧ — what was this? Now, if Spottedelk remembered correctly, anyone unable to fend for themselves, let alone hunt- was either chased off or killed. But this was a new era, under new laws, and the tom had to keep reminding himself that and not charge claws unsheathes at the tom like he was taught growing up. “Need support, yes?” He questioned, eyes narrowed.

Pointless, really. In his eyes. Just put him out of his misery....""