HOUNDHUNTER Death: Reversed
Pronouns: Haunt/Hauntself || Massive black and white cat with heavy flank scarring, orange and green eyes.
Purrk: Beefed Up || Tier 1
[ ➥ MENTION(S): @teddy. | Missed Your Post Somehow! ]
Haunt padded over, the growing crowd was unsettling slightly for haunt. But haunt still joined anyways, the colossal sized warrior stuck to the front of the crowd, haunt didn’t care for if haunt covered someone’s view. They should’ve grown more, that wasn’t haunts fault. The British shorthair-maine coon Mix would say haunt was larger than Dawnstar. Ha. That was funny, your warriors being bigger than you. White paws landing haunt a spot right where haunt wanted, full view of the leader (and of the scarred deputy if he joined).
Houndhunter allowed a small snarl appear on haunts face as haunt stared, not directed at Dawnstar, as it quickly faded and the warrior cleared haunts throat. All this talking recently was alarming, but it was better than those stale, dusty grimy walls of twolegplace place. Letting a single, quiet sigh exits haunts maw, the thought still remains fresh in the giant cat’s mind. Having to watch your brother and sisters die of malnutrition had an effect on a cat.
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❝ You drew the first blood
Like playin' God
Closin' the doors up
While I'm fed to the dogs ❞
Blackhawk approached, curious about what the meeting would be about.
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
-Inferno, the revengful-
Last edited by Red Dawn; August 2nd, 2023 at 08:38 PM.
The kit tumbled out of the nursery. Now. He wasn't really paying attention to what was happening. Nor did he truly care all too terribly much. All he was worried about right now was how he could possibly keep himself awake and entertained. Daytime was not his hour of ruling, no that was around nighttime. Considering the headaches he constantly got.
With a flick of his tail, amber eyes locked onto a poor, unsuspecting target. A smile blooming across his face. Crawling forwards, the charcoal tabby slid towards the unsuspecting kit, sliding forwards on his stomach and simply laying beside the other. "Wanna do something fun?" he whispered.
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"Without worrying about our appearance, let's conclude today."
Spiderthroat is the Deputy of ThunderClan
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But these fingers and these palms
Full of love despite the scars
They show indisputably I have so much more to grow
Oh, I can change, I can evolve
I can get up when I fall
I'll live contentedly, I don't need a reason why
Standing tall and standing strong
I have found where I belong
In the arms of somebody, there is no more need to cry
Luckily, Ravenkit was talking the resident frat boy fluffhead, so any judgmental words flew over his head, every word that she spoke was innocent and taken ignorantly at face value. His mouth gaped in awe at her CRAZY cool introduction, and the round aussie hopped up and down in excitement. "Cool! I'm gonna convince Dawnstar to make a whole new rank for me. Prey taster tester guy!" His childhood dream was finally out, his deepest darkest desire! His trusty confidant was speaking about his special grass food, and she seemed a little confused, so he decided to help clarify. "No, actually when my stomach hurt from eating a mouse whole, I ate a bunch of grass and it made me feel better!" And that was the first and last time he tried to eat an entire mouse, bones and fur and stuff and all. A smile grew on the little dude's face, and he chortled softly. "I sure do! I bet a WHOLE mossball that she's gonna yell at the bigcats again, what'd ya think?"
NIGHTHOUND
huge, dark grey tabby tom with orange eyes and many scars. he/him
At the call for a meeting, the massive tom stalked forward from where he had been sitting and watching. Nighthound's tail lashed and he looked around, orange eyes passing over the area to observe his Clanmates before he sat down. His ears were perked and ready for whatever Dawnstar had to say.
CLOUDPAW
fluffy white she-cat with pale grey freckles and green eyes. she/her
Ugghhhhh, another one?
For the sake of all that was beautiful (her), Cloudpaw didn't want to listen to this scarred hag talk again. She groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes and padding toward the meeting. Puh-lease, whatever news there was had better be good. Cloudpaw didn't think she could handle another heartbeat of her incessant boredom.
Flowerkit stumbled out of the nursery, searching the crowd for Larkie before sitting near the back, wide honey colored eyes blank and deadpan. The calico tripod had kept up her silent streak ever since her mama died, and she didn't know if she was capable of breaking it.
// flowerkit is open
Larkfire
She/Her | Shadow Fiend & Beefed Up (T1) Purrk
Paws silent against the ground, Larkfire eased her way through the crowd and settled beside Flowerkit without a sound. It hurt, to see a kitten just as abandoned as she was. Worse yet, Flowerkit was technically Lark's own kin-but-also-not-kin. "Hello." She murmured softly after a couple moments, dipping her head to level it with Flowerkit's height. Hm. "Are you going to be an apprentice soon?" ...Larkfire would have to talk to her newfound mother about who Flowerkit's mentor would be.
Larkfire
She/Her | Shadow Fiend & Beefed Up (T1) Purrk
Paws silent against the ground, Larkfire eased her way through the crowd and settled beside Flowerkit without a sound. It hurt, to see a kitten just as abandoned as she was. Worse yet, Flowerkit was technically Lark's own kin-but-also-not-kin. "Hello." She murmured softly after a couple moments, dipping her head to level it with Flowerkit's height. Hm. "Are you going to be an apprentice soon?" ...Larkfire would have to talk to her newfound mother about who Flowerkit's mentor would be.
Flowerkit looked over at Larkie sat down beside her, a gentle shudder of relief ripping through the kit as she offered a meek, grateful smile at the older cat's appearance. Okay. Her big sissy was here. She felt less awkward, less fearful, but the emptiness of the nursery without her beloved mother there, without her large family surrounding her at every moment, the vacant spots where her siblings and uncle and aunt and mom had once sat was still painfully strong.
Flowerkit blinked slowly, her weary mind taking a moment to register the words. Her mouth opened, then closed helplessly. The words she was trying to formulate felt... dead. Empty. Nodding slowly, then melting into a shrug, she blinked up at Larkfire, wobbling slightly on her three legs as she slid back into a sitting position. Her voice... she couldn't find it. She didn't know where it went. Please understand, Larkie. Please don't be mad. I'm trying. I just can't. Leaning in, if Larkie didn't move away, she'd briefly pressed her cheek into her sister's side with a small, apologetic whimper that doubled as a clear sign of affection and gratitude. Apologetic for the one sided conversation, for her lack of strength in the troubling time, for whatever disappointment the other molly would feel in her that the baby sister of ShadowClan's most elite was too lost without her mom and other family that she couldn't even find her words.
Re: The Shadowledge
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