| Snowybreeze |
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive
Shifting comfortably besides his former mentor, the gentle giant subconsciously shifted his tail as he thought he felt the slightest of tremors from the she-cat. He had always been an overgrown ball of fluffy, feathery fur, and it had become second nature at some point in his life to try and wrap up as softly as possible anyone who gave even the tiniest of hints at being cold. After all, what good was having his long coat if he couldn't put it to good use for his clanmates? Slowly, however, as the story continued, he pressed ever closer to the brown warrior, his sky blue eyes widening in abject terror as Crowtooth went into detail about the fiendish Dirtstar's horrendous reign. Having spent his entire life under the warm, caring leadership of WindClan's current leader, it was hard to imagine any clan with so terrible a feline in charge. Yes, Snowybreeze understood, of course, that Dawnstar and Bumblestar were quite dreadful cats to WindClan, but... he did like to think that whatever abhorrent acts those leaders did they did because it was the only way to help their clans. One couldn't forget, StarClan had blessed them with nine lives! Their warrior ancestors would never grant such a gift to cats with evil hearts. He was certain of that!
To learn that there had ever been a leader who had been so... just so... by golly, there was just no word harsh enough for what that no good Dirtstar had done, but it made even the quiet warrior angry enough to give a small whine of disapproval! Why, even the stories he had heard of the dreaded Dawnstar paled in comparison to what this RiverClanner had done. Come to think of it... hadn't RiverClan poisoned their claws and killed cats in combat back when he was an apprentice himself? And hadn't it been the RiverClan leader, Beanstar, who had killed Twilightstar across the border when the lilac she-cat had only approached for a peaceful talk? Hmmm... The Maine Coon mix did not want to think ill of the river swimming clan, but gosh... it was... rather hard to keep an unbiased opinion after all of that!
"N-not. To be. Rude but. By golly... T-this. Dirtstar. Was. V-very. Very. Aptly named. D-dirt. Indeed," he whispered softly, massive paws shifting uneasily beneath him, clearly regretting speaking ill of anyone - no matter who - the moment the words left his mouth.
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gs29513 [Deadmoon]