The Twisted and the Grouse

**Aolani** · #1 April 30th, 2024, 08:00 PM

The lithe tom was sitting in his new den. He still wasn't over Sunkissed Creek being given back to those rats. He wanted to throw everyone into a pit of flesh-eating squirrels until they learned how to be reasonable cats. It was a chance to get revenge and then some idiots decided "Instead of doing our responsibilities, let's play moss ball!" like a kit.

Frankly, he was less motivated to do his patrols now. There was nothing to work for because his clanmates wouldn't ever cooperate and he wasn't fighting for anything.

Yellowtwist had been in his nest, doing nothing. That didn't help his mood because there was nothing to get his mind off of it. To be honest, he didn't really want to move on. He got up and licked his fur down to it's usual sleekness. Then, he stalked into the clearing, a breeze blowing on his fur, and it remained flat as ever.

He was annoyed by the chatter of camp. He so badly wanted to scream, GO HUNT OR SOMETHING, FLUFFBRAINS. But no, he wasn't authorized to scream at people.

Lost in spiteful thought, he only noticed he was walking in front of a cat until it was too late. As a reaction, he turned to snap at them at the glimpse of fur. He stopped himself. "...Sorry." he said insincerely.

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**redshiftreign** · #2 May 13th, 2024, 11:40 PM

GROUSEPAW
one loggerhead shrike must skewer my invertebrate doppelganger on barbed wire.
[ @Aolani [yellowtwist]]

a prime offender of yellowtwist's every grievance with the clan, grousepaw sat among the last rays of sunlight, drinking it in with his fur, painstakingly grooming mottled patches of tri-tone fur. silky, fluffy, and carefree. he was equal parts raw muscle and thick fur.

the sun was going down over the horizon, painting a glow over all of shadowclan as grouse took to cleaning his pelt and relaxing back in the afternoon sunbeams. his gaze flitted up to watch the streak of yellow and black fur pass, then rear around to snap his jaws at him. grouse blinked.

"uh." he was a little bit- (maybe a lotta bit) -surprised by the hostility then empty apology. "'s fine, man."

heaving himself up on heavy paws, the apprentice flashed a lazy grin. "you in a rush sum where or som'thin', yellow?" he canted his head, curious more than anything. he didn't have strong opinions on the young warrior, really- he knew he hated thunderclan, and he was a real short fuse. that was about all that the young anarchist knew about the warrior. which didn't exactly leave a good taste in his mouth.

**Aolani** · #3 May 22nd, 2024, 04:57 PM

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Originally Posted by redshiftreign

GROUSEPAW
one loggerhead shrike must skewer my invertebrate doppelganger on barbed wire.
[ @Aolani [yellowtwist]]

a prime offender of yellowtwist's every grievance with the clan, grousepaw sat among the last rays of sunlight, drinking it in with his fur, painstakingly grooming mottled patches of tri-tone fur. silky, fluffy, and carefree. he was equal parts raw muscle and thick fur.

the sun was going down over the horizon, painting a glow over all of shadowclan as grouse took to cleaning his pelt and relaxing back in the afternoon sunbeams. his gaze flitted up to watch the streak of yellow and black fur pass, then rear around to snap his jaws at him. grouse blinked.

"uh." he was a little bit- (maybe a lotta bit) -surprised by the hostility then empty apology. "'s fine, man."

heaving himself up on heavy paws, the apprentice flashed a lazy grin. "you in a rush sum where or som'thin', yellow?" he canted his head, curious more than anything. he didn't have strong opinions on the young warrior, really- he knew he hated thunderclan, and he was a real short fuse. that was about all that the young anarchist knew about the warrior. which didn't exactly leave a good taste in his mouth.

It was nice to know Grousepaw wouldn't hold a forever grudge against him because he was definitely worried about that. He would've expected a more "What the hell" reaction, but this was better.

Man, he really could have hurt a clanmate there... cool. It wouldn't have made a difference between if their was a battle or not and he wanted to bite something. Sadly, he liked living in Shadowclan and also living.

"Nope." And he elaborated no further and didn't intend to. He wasn't in the mood to speak with one of the idiots he called clanmates at the moment. He wouldn't perish if Grousepaw asked him why he did that, though. As much as he didn't want to talk to anyone, he also wanted them to know exactly everything they were doing wrong.

**redshiftreign** · #4 June 22nd, 2024, 11:01 AM

GROUSEPAW
one loggerhead shrike must skewer my invertebrate doppelganger on barbed wire.
[ @Aolani [yellowtwist]]

"you're real friendly," grousepaw mused, light-hearted sarcasm lacing his accent. he spared a cursory lick to his chest fur, smoothing down some of the fluffy mess. it seemed like with every moon he aged, his coat got thicker. he wasn't complaining- but as they were coming into the warm seasons, his fur couldn't have picked a worse time to fill out into his adult pelt. "you in a rush or somethin', mate? bit too slow of a day to be traipsing around almost trippin' over people for nothing, innit?"

he wasn't really bothered, admittedly. he'd be fine if yellowtwist decided to scoff and ignore him; honestly, the young anarchist was well used to being ignored and the thought didn't bother him as much as it had when he was little. oh man, grousekit had been a spitfire and so desperate for attention it had hurt. but it wasn't so bad now, he supposed. he had plunged head first into the ice cold water of being the underdog, and he had grown acclimated to it. the thought of being anything but the outcast now left a sort of bitter taste in his mouth. almost dread, if only because it was new territory.