[wren]

Rabbitchatter | He/Him
Large long furred brown tabby tom with one white paw
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Rabbitchatter fell in the middle of the pack, punching his way through wind battered snow alongside his clanmates. Who ranged multiple different emotions, fear, anxiety, rage and even some wishing for some kind of altercation. He couldn’t help but feel the prickly feeling of discomfort in his paws. Any interactions with other clans was always a dance of diplomacy, but shadowclan? With tensions running fluid between them it was merely a matter of luck. Who know whose fur was going to get ruffled, whose claws would slide out. Goodness forbid it happen here, but the likelihood wasn’t outside of Dawnstars wheelhouse.

In a way shadowclan reminded him of home, street cat gangs that roamed the gutters of the city and hunted rats. They flipped on a switch, and violence was always their go to.

Once the trees gave way to clearing he felt himself settle, they were the first clan there. The chance that thunderclan could set the tone for the rest of the gathering was high. He puffed a breath of relief out of his nose and made his way down with the rest of his clanmates, taking note of Owlbranch who seemed to be shrinking on the spot. The tom was his senior by a while, but he looked so vulnerable. The tabby moved to step into stride with the tom before taking a seat at his side. “Nasty weather we’ar havin mn?” he piped up, not tossing a look at Owlbranch as he established his seat next to him.

@Karlos