The Twisted and the Grouse

[Aolani]

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]

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.