Posts by BOARBELLY

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Goddammit! What was that stinking up the whole entire place? Is what the Himalayan tom thought as he brushed past the entrance of camp with a plump mouse dangling from his jaws. He had gotten lucky with this catch... damn thing nearly slipped out of his paws! Whoever picks this up better be grateful... hmph. He had even debated himself on eating it- but oh my good god the smell when you walk into camp was enough to make his appetite nonexistent for literal weeks. But it became real obvious on where the horrid aroma was coming from when he finally got to the fresh-kill pile, a few pieces of prey laid, soggy thanks to the snow and rotting thanks to age.

"You have to be joking..." He hissed as he dropped his mouse off to the side, how disgusting! Sure it was only a couple of pieces, but this was prey wasted, and leaf-bare was here...

"Someone needs to teach the apprentices how to not over hunt." He snorts not even entirely sure if the over hunting was their fault, before beginning to bat the rotting prey out with his paw, a disgusted look plastered on his face. Really he should be getting the apprentice's tails over here to do this shit, but he wasn't even in the mood and go and look for them. It'd probably get done faster if he just did it anyways.

He hadn't been there for the rare and mythical sighting of ThunderClan upon their border, which was a shame really, they made so little appearances you were more likely to see a rainbow unicorn fucking prancing about in the territory. The time they seen a ThunderClan patrol would be a story that was told within SkyClan ledgends for years and years to come. Screw telling tales of Talonstar their very first leader. Screw telling tales of Poppystar, Minnowstar, Thrushstar, Tatteredstar, Lavenderstar- no no, the sighting of ThunderClan warriors upon their border was their biggest highlight yet.

Dammit, why couldn't he have been on that stinking, boring, border patrol eh?

But he figured he'd make up for that today and go visit the mythical thunder cats himself, oh how fun this would be! Like just about every clan right now they had a new leader, maybe he'd be blessed and given the amazing oppertunity to sight him? Oh he shouldn't get ahead of himself...

"If you haven't done a single thing today, father Oxheart is here to give you a chance to do so. Thank me later." He begins rather loudly, his deep voice echoing throughout camp for a brief second before he carried on. "I'm taking my butt over to ThunderClan. They paid us a visit not too long ago, so why don't we return the favor? Come over here if you wish to go."

"No." He is quick to bluntly reply to the RiverClan cat in Oxheart's usual blunt fashion. Failing to notice her smile- which was probably a good thing. If he had he probably wouldn't of returned it, no, if he returned the smile back that would ruin his pride and ego terribly. Plus he wasn't in the mood to get cheered up, Oxheart decided he was mad, so he would continue to be mad until he decided otherwise. "I guess the cold has been freezing everyone's brains here, turning everyone into idiots. Well I tell you what, if cats dont begin to pull their heads out of their behinds really quickly here theres no way in oblivion we're going to make it through winter. We're all going to die a slow and miserable death." The Himalayan tom grumbles, turning his fitting naturally grouching looking head to Finchblossom.

Wasn't it fitting this tom was born with a frown? And really it never appeared to go away. Ancient legends told of the day Oxheart cracked a brief smile, but whenever they were mentioned to the tom he simply brushed them off. "You shouldn't be listening to those damn fables Naivepaw."

"Oh my good god another kit? Do these things just fall out of the sky? Is that how kits come into the world now? And here I thought they came out of their mothe-" Shut the hell up Oxheart, this is a serious situation, no time for your stupid comments. He bites his tongue stopping himself from most likely saying a rather distasteful comment before looking at Finchblossom and the bundle of fur in her jaws. "Mmm. Do you ever know where you're going? Camp is that way." He grumbles, flicking his tail in the direction of camp. Couldn't someone have shown this damn cat around? If she was practically living here now all he had to say was someone better show her the ropes soon, cause he wasn't about to come in and save the day every time she got lost.

"No thanks, I already feel like I have to babysit everyone. I don't knew the role reversed and someone babysitting me." He grumbles as he pads over to the scene, his nose wrinkling up upon smelling the scent of... dog. Hmph. And what in gods name do they think a patrol will do? Chase a pack of big mean dogs out with their tail between their legs? No. The moment a group of dogs see them their eyes are going to light up and excitement and the slobbering idiots will race towards them yapping away. Hey look! Fluffy chewtoys! No thanks, he had no desire to want to partake in that. He'd defend this clan with his life, sure, all his harsh words were tough love but dogs always came and went in SkyClan territory. They just had to suck it up and deal with it, avoid them the best they could, and they'd leave eventually. Every time a SkyClan cat dared to try and take a single dog out they ended either dead or with their guts littered all over the ground.

"What exactly do you both think a patrol is going to do...? Send the dogs running? It'll just end up with us dead, and if not winter will finish us off in our weakened state. Dogs have came and went in SkyClan around this time for years. They were here last year, this year, and I'm pretty positive they were here in Poppystar's time as well. They'll go eventually, but cats always die and the dogs always prevail. Trust me..."

So Oxheart was an ass. Like... a real fucking ass okay? He never thought twice before he spoke and for some odd reason he had a cold heart. He hadn't always been like this, I mean- sharp-tongued? Yeah. But this ill tempered? No. Perhaps it was everything SkyClan had gone through during the past year that froze his heart, last year it was dogs, winter, BloodClan, more BloodClan, even more BloodClan, kittypets, BloodClan, Minnowstar stepping down, Lavender stepping up, BloodClan, BloodClan raid, Brookfur's death, Teddy stepping up, Teddy dying, oh lord the list goes on. But perhaps thats why he was mad. Because he felt like no matter what this clan overcame, more shit was just thrown on top of them.

So... therefore he was probably the last person Finchblossom wanted watching her try to climb. He watched her from a distance, confused on why she was climbing so weird? If you could even call it climbing. Were all RiverClan cats this bad at something that should come to them so naturally? "Have you ever heard about something called claws? They unsheathe from their paws... can be real useful when climbing ya know..." He grumbles as he makes his way over to the tree, looking up at her. "Unless you want to fall to fall and break your back I suggest using em. Unless... death is what you're aiming for."

//this took me literally two years to write and im so sorry its bad.

The kit. It speaks. Yellow hues dart over to the poor, small, fur bundle and while Oxheart feels bad for the child as usual he doesn't show it. Though aside from being a total grump he had a damn ugly face anyways, even when he wasn't trying to it appeared he was frowning. He was far from attractive but Oxheart liked to believe being ugly has done him more good then it would have him being pretty... Besides he wasn't too interested in wooing women (or men for your information) anyways. He'd be alone for the rest of his life, and he was fine with that.

Well. If the kit was in pain they best be on their way then huh.

He turns around and begins walking- when she hears Finchblossom call him... Oak...heart. "Its... Oxheart." Idiot. Is the word he stops himself from muttering out, he had to show some goddamn respect for someone trying to help a child in pain. So he flicks his tail signaling for her to follow him as he shows her the way back to camp through the maze of trees.

"My opinion on the dogs and whether or not we should all be accompanied by someone has already been made clear." The usually blunt warrior grumbles, glancing up toward the leader with his eyes glared as the suns rays bore right into him. He could see for the apprentices... but for grown ass warriors? If you couldn't handle yourself outside of camp go back to suckling milk from your damn mother. What sorry excuse for warriors were they if they couldn't keep an eye on their surroundings and simply stay away? Not to mention they were SkyClan, the day he seen a dog get their ass into a tree would be the day he lost his attitude. Just be a SkyClan cat, and climb. "Something more productive I'd say would maybe teach everyone here how to climb, since most of us seem to have forgotten it... If you stay in the trees like a SkyClan cat you won't have a problem with dogs. If you're too inexperienced to climb then yes by all means you should have someone babysit you. But for those of us very well capable of taking care of ourselves? Don't waste extra paws by forcing another to go with them." Blunt, and straight to the point. Typical Oxheart as usual.

"I dunno. What does it look like Mr. Deputy?" The tom replied back with a scoff as he made his way into camp. "We're about to sacrifice the child for an ancient SkyClan ritual. Mind fetchin' some of the supplies we need for it Juniperthorn? No. The child was found I'm assuming in the depths of our territory stranded and now its ours. We've got quite a bit of mouths to feed in this clan... so lets all pray to the gods no more kits fall from the sky otherwise SkyClan will be going cannibal." But alas, after responding to the feline Oxheart didn't have much care for this situation. He already knew its outcome, not once had SkyClan ever turned away a kit.

Let alone... a cat...

So he heads off in some random direction, most certainly to do something much more... productive with his time.

"Sure, you both can come just don't forget who organized this patrol." Leader or deputy sure, but if they really had been wanting to do the leading then they should've made the patrol them damn selves. They could handle political shit but the moment he was the one being ordered and told to mark this specific place and this specific place he'd have it. With a twitch of his whiskers not really giving much acknowledgement to the rest of their words in typical Oxheart fashion as per usual he turns to Panther and nods. Four cats should be plenty, not like they'd have any problems with ThunderClan... and well if they did his claws would be ripping through some ThunderClan flesh today. "Great, lets go then. Maybe if we hurry we'll be lucky enough and catch a whole patrol filled with those mythical thunder cats." He grumbles, padding toward the direction of the camps exit with a small flick of his tail.

//<3<3 i'll tag when the thread is up.

The face of the Himalayan tom cat would emerge through the nearby shrubs that stood near the ThunderClan border (which was surely a scary ass sight if anyone from the other side unfortunately bore witness to such a thing), the fur on his stomach was clumped with flakes of snow it had managed to collect during his walk at the border. For most who knew him it probably wasn't hard to guess he wasn't a fan of the ice cold substance, but then again what did he like? Not much. Shaking his fur off in an attempt to relieve his pelt from some of the freezing clumps of snow, he then slithers himself over towards the ThunderClan border, dim yellow hues scanning the depths of the forest before him. Wasn't it odd that ThunderClan wasn't known for climbing like SkyClan? Even with all those trees? He wondered if perhaps it was because their forest was a bit more easier to navigate on ground than through trees, where he found SkyClan's to be much easier to navigate from within the branches then on the ground. Or perhaps it was because pure blooded SkyClan cats had climbing in their blood.

Hmm...

"Okay, cool, we're here. Now mark the borders. Maybe our presence will be enough to summon the mythical thunder cats." Even when Oxheart purred, somehow he still managed to sound grumpy.

// JUNIPERSTAR   HERONSTAR.   {Panther!}

feel free to post before those tagged <3

Of course, it was only in Oxheart's nature to kick off some snow from his branch when he spotted Juniperthorn walking along his branch from below. He hadn't even been sure if it would hit... damn wind would probably blow it away, but it seemed the stars were with him today and miraculously the tom actually managed to hit the tom right on the head. Immediately, an amused snort left his mouth- and then loud laughter as the tom began to highly over react (even though, Oxheart probably would have reacted the same way if their roles were reversed.)

Don't you have anything better do do than ruin people's days? "No. Not really." He grumbles back as he sits down on his branch, quickly lifting a paw to his mouth to give it a quick lick before drawing it over his ear a few times to clean himself. Clearly carrying zero sympathy for the now most likely cold Juniperthorn. "Y'know... you shouldn't be out of camp Juniperthorn. After all it was you who brought up that one... rule... idea, with the dogs, yeah? Even though its not in place I thought I'd see you being a role model and following it anyways."

His time of being actively around SkyClan was a short one, but alas that was the toms own fault. While he usually stuck within the trees even before the dogs were a problem, today he had been chasing a small rabbit he had spotted- right into a couple of dogs. When cats began to notice his disappearance and followed his scent they'd find a trail of blood leaving the territory mixed with the scent of dog. It'd be uncertain to them what had happened to the tom, perhaps they'd assume he'd be back later on injured, or maybe they'd assume the worst that Oxheart's fate was to be slaughtered by a bunch of dogs.

//this is really short but i literally have like 0 muse for him so I just wanted to get this out of the way.

He might be back im not sure uwu sorry this is short but the rest would p much be filler.

Within the past moon SkyClan had been turned into a lush green forest into a terribly dull brown and white forest, yet somehow the land still remained to be gorgeous in Boarbelly's eyes. While he preferred the bright greens and the many pigments the flowers that bloomed in green-leaf gave off leaf-bare was simplistic yet pretty. He adored the way the snow seemed to shine as the suns rays glowed down upon it, he thought the way the snow began to sat on all of the trees branches was a nice touch and almost made up for their lack of leaves. More cats could probably agree with him about how pretty winter overall was, but he couldn't blame those who gave him a funky look when he expressed such an opinion. Leaf-bare being pretty was the only positive, the cons of the season far over weighed its sights. It was cold and miserable, prey becomes scarcer and inevitably there never fails to be a sickness that spread. He didn't know a winter where a life wasn't lost... and now they had dogs to care to? Ugh.

But SkyClan will prevail. We never fail to. They've gotten the short end of the stick many of times, but never had they let that get in their way.

He puffs up his chest with pride, he couldn't imagine belonging to a clan any other than this one. But then again he had been born and raised here, if he thought otherwise that' be a little concerning eh?

Brushing past the camps entrance he comes back home with a squirrel in its jaw, it was a bit on the small side but prey was prey and it'd satisfy someones hungry belly. His own was rather hungry, but he couldn't bring himself to eat without knowing the rest of the clan was fed first. So he turns and addresses anyone nearby, "Anyone hungry?"

"How about no." Emerging through the trees came the black tom who laid his bright yellow gaze onto the BloodClanner before them. He heard word that a familiar looking tom had made presence near their territory before, was this the same guy? Awful friendly for a BloodClanner than what he was use to... but no matter what if this guy hailed from the city he found it hard to give a reason on why they should help him... BloodClan never gave SkyClan nothin' but trouble. Not that he thought the tom would pull anything, but even if he wouldn't what did that change?

They simply didn't owe anyone that belonged to that clan with anything. He just hoped the others would agree with him.

"You have a friend here? Who?" His voice carried no anger or malice, but who in their right mind was out making friends with a BloodClanner?

He snorts, they had their fair share in the past... But he thought all of that nonsense had dropped? A small sigh parts from him, perhaps one of those cats had fallen back into that bad practice of theirs? He just found making friends with cats who weren't exactly friends of SkyClan (nor even really neutrals, that had been set in place more or less out of desperation) if you think about it.

In a seemingly very late ass post Myth very much wants Boar to be apart of this so the tom waltz over quickly looking rather embarrassed to be late for such an important meeting. Confronting the dogs? He had fought before for SkyClan and he'd do it again! You wouldn't have to ask him twice. "I'm in! Lets make those mutts kiss our tails!"

"I'm concerned... This doesn't seem like a very Juniperthorn like thing to do." The amused comment slips out of Boarbelly's mouth as he stumbles across the scene. This was far too much of a relaxing thing for Juniperthorn should be doing... shouldn't he be sulking around camp barking orders? Or giving snarky comments...?

Nah, Boarbelly only teased. But still it was rather odd to see the deputy... painting? That was the word he heard someone at one point in time call it, was he trying to make something? He couldn't tell. He gave the current painting a look with his narrowed eyes but just couldn't see it... probably wasn't looking at it right huh? "But yeah like the kid said, what are you trying to make?"

"Juniperthorn is all talk, no action. Don't expect much out of him!" Typical Boarbelly approaching the scene with a tease once again directed at Juniperthorn. The poor deputy probably wasn't going to escape his teasing any time soon, no one was, it was something he always done. Something he always will do. Sparring however wasn't really his thing, for practice? Sure! But just simply to see who can beat the other up more? No thanks. It didn't really amuse him when he was feeling sore for the next few days just because he wanted to impress those watching.

So he sighs and sits down, "Just try and promise us you and whoever else spars will be careful. We don't need unneeded injuries to happen in the middle of leaf-bare... need all the herbs we'll get." Not that they didn't know that but he just wanted to give them a gentle reminder.

A small chuckle escaped the felines maw as he turns to spot young Lavenderkit racing over to the scene, of course it didn't take long for someone to answer is call. He plops the squirrel down at his paws and his yellow gaze follows the kit as he rushes forward, "Really? You've got quite the appetite then... Go ahead and eat it kid." Boarbelly meows with a friendly smile as he moves a single black paw to shove the piece of prey in their direction, a clear invitation that he may begin to chow down on it. However it seemed there was more then just one feline feeling a bit hungry, Milkpaw was next to approach and he nods. Well... he didn't have anymore prey but there was a few more pieces in the fresh-kill pile? Or perhaps the two could share? "Hmm... why don't you two share the squirrel? I can assemble another hunting patrol so if you both are still hungry after there should be more prey soon."