Posts by WHITELIGHTNING

Whitelightning couldn’t stand slackers. If you have free time, why not fill it with something productive? He felt that others owed it to their clan to always have a task on hand. If you couldn’t pull your weight, then good riddance. He carried a mouse in his jaw as he caught sight of Velvetpelt out of the corner of his eye. He walked over to her after placing the mouse into the fresh kill pile. "Are you having fun?" he asked, his tone condescending and rude. "I sure hope you are, because you’re wasting an awful lot of time just lying there and licking yourself."

"Madlyn? Why do you look so terrified? You know all this stuff isn’t real." he scoffed, readjusting the collar of his sweater. Dramatically, he shoved his flashlight into a belt loop on his pants as he santured beside them to help and hurry up the unloading process. "My only fear is that some clumsy idiot is going to play with one of these cameras and shatter the damn thing. With how much it cost, it’s probably more expensive than this Halloween attraction we're about to go in." he wiped his face with a sleeve as he dropped a bag onto the ground with a thud. "Look at them," he huffed, gesturing to the crew, still all caught up in their own business. "They know this is all bullshit. Calm down before you faint."

Whitelightning often fought himself to rise long before the sun rose; there was only so many hours in a day, and he needed to fill each all he could with activity. Hunting, patrols, whatever task needed doing. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as Reedfeather approached the fresh kill pile and picked out her breakfast. He himself had already began to pull apart a bird, the prey about halfway eaten by the time another joined him to the meal. "Morning," he said flatly, "How many slackers are still in there dozing off?" he pulled another part of the bird apart, swallowing it down with a rough gulp.

Whitelightning would feel bad for Elkroot if his heart had room for it. Instead, he bit his tongue as thirty insults came to mind considering the awkward position the other found himself in. Failure wasn’t an option; the way Whitelightning saw it, they should have held Elkroot back another moon for each time he failed, but White supposed that Elk would have never made it out of the apprentice den that way. He couldn’t relate the pacifist ways of Elkroot. Words were a coward’s way out; by the time some fool gave his spheal on how friendship is the arbitrary answer, they were already struck down by a stronger warrior. "Enjoying your meal?" he asked, his tone grossly condenseding.

Whitelightning stomped up to Stagpaw. "Give me a task." he requested.

Elkroot's words annoyed the ever loving hell out of Whitelightning. 'I feel bad about killing this little guy.' How cowardly can one get? "If you didn't slaughter the thing someone else would've." he grunted, side-eyeing Duckstar as his tail brushed his shoulder. "You could always retreat into being a kittypet." Elkroot's head continued to hit White in the head as she went on and on about his little pacifist ways. "Would you rather we called them 'dainty little cats who play nice and never get anything done'?" he mocked, thankful to hear Elkroot declare his silence.

Whitelightning was not known for his kindness to those outside of Windclan. When he saw Milkbelly approaching, he was fully prepared to interrogate her harshly and sternly. As she approached, though, his eyes hit her stomach. Was she.. expecting? "What brings you?" he asked, his voice still holding it's tough tone, this time with the exception of his harsh words.

Being alone was relieving, Whitelightning would lie to himself. He had so much time to himself now; lonely, lonely hours with just and the constant thoughts racking his brain. Thoughts that told him he was worthless. Thoughts that conjured up images that lurked in the corner of his eyes in the depths of night. He could handle them- he could handle them alone.

Oh god.

He was going to die alone. He was just... left. His lover was presumed dead; what went wrong? Ribs already poked through his fur from him ignoring meals in favor of contemplating how Thornstep might be starving. Might have starved. One idea didn't make the other better.

Whitelightning sat in the middle of camp, silent with eyes fixated on the ground and claws impulsively digging into the opposite paw. Scars already gathered on the paw; he thought he broke the habit moons ago. He guessed he was wrong.

"You're acting foolish," he mumbled to himself, "He's gone. Get over it, the world goes on.." But he didn't want to move on. He.. he wanted to let someone in, and look where it got him. Just more messy, stupid feelings. "Stupid.." When Elkroot spoke, he snapped to attention, pulling the claws from his paw and growling. "I am not your buddy, and I am fine." he sneared. He hated how Elkroot was, all pacifistic and quiet. It reminded Whitelightning of Thornstep, of how bad he treated his mate in the beginning part of their time together. He came around, but had he really changed when he reverted to his old persona so quickly? Then, Birdbones. He felt a tinge of guilt as he pushed her off, not enough to hurt her, but enough to simply get her away. "I'm.. I'm not doing anything. I don't need to talk-- I'm sure something has to get done, I don't have time to chat." I have to be busy, so I don't think about him. Or anything.

Whitepaw grumbled to himself as he dragged himself into camp; his body was sore. Too much training. As much as it hurt, he knew it was all needed for him to be the best warrior he could be. He was still trying to prove he belonged in Windclan. He looked to the fresh kill pile, then remembered; kits and queens eat first. Despite the grumbling in his stomach, he could pass for now. He could let himself rest, though; for a moment. He dropped next to the warrior's den, sighing as if a weigh had been taken off of him.

Whitelightning scoffed at Lavenderspine. "I don't enjoy what you're insinuating." 'I can't imagine you have to be sitting here for more toms like White to pass by.' How dare she! "Well, either way, I'm glad both of you are finally deciding to do something useful with your time."

Whitepaw watched Halcyon pick the mouse, glaring him down as he made his way to the bush. "The queens and kits haven't ate yet. Save that for them, they need it." he said aloud, hoping for the older warrior to hear his words. He blinked in surprise as he turned to see Blackpaw stomp in frustration. "What's your problem?" he spat. He quietly acknowledged little Lavenderpaw with a nod, a pit settling in his stomach as she cowered.

"You've summoned quite a crowd," Whitelightning huffed, almost laughed. He couldn't help but wonder if she actually came out to simple stargaze or not, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt. It wasn't his place to pry, either way. "What's caught your eye in the sky tonight? They look the same as they do any other time." He didn't understand the appeal of such trivial things.

BLUE_EYES_DRAGON is online.

BLUE_EYES_DRAGON: Greetings everyone.

BLUE_EYES_DRAGON: Stagpaw, let it be known that I will 100% rat you out to your mentor.

BLUE_EYES_DRAGON: I shall do so with a shit eating grin.

BLUE_EYES_DRAGON: Brightshine bring me breakfast too, I was on patrol all morning.

Whitelightning hated trudging along through his days with nothing to motivate him. He simply rose, hunted, patrolled, ate something after putting it off, and finally drifted off after battling trying to make himself sleep. On this day, like any other, he rose. Next was to go out and hunt. Though, he felt.. odd. He didn't want to go out alone; he didn't like this impulse to invite someone out with him. He sighed and stomped back over to the warrior's den. "Brightshine. Come hunt with me." A demand, not a request, but he knew Brightshine's everlasting positive attitude would fly her right over his harsh words.

"I was thinking of just going deep into the moor. Not too close to the farm." The farm had too many two-legs crawling around; Whitelightning despised two-legs. They were the reason he had such a deep scar around his neck, his only sign of weakness. It was also close to the Thunderpath, which made him uncomfortable and scared for an entirely different reason. "Unless you had somewhere different in mind. I don't often take suggestions, so I'd take the opportunity to pick yourself if I were you," he sighed, almost smiling as he shoved Brightshine lightly in the leg. "Deputy."

Windclan was the only clan experience Whitelightning had, and he was thankful he settled into the first place to let him in. Life as a kittypet was miserable for him, so when Windclan held out a paw, he latched onto it. His loyalty was disputable, though. He pretty much followed his own moral compass, only adhering to the codes so he kept out of trouble. He smelt Lizard in the distance, and sighed as he thought of how he had to run the stranger off of Windclan territory. With claws unsheathed, Whitelightning sternly stomped up to the tribe member ahead of him. "You are on Windclan territory. Explain why now."