Recent content by BLACKSTRIKE

➼➼ The other tom seems perplexed by his comment, and for a moment Blackstrike’s ears drop backward with disappointment. Shit. Did I mess up already? But then, after he explains his compliment, Wormwatcher casts him a smile, awkward but still not an overwhelmingly negative reaction. At first, he...

➼➼ Since the black and white leader’s untimely death, the aura of uncertainty around his position within the clan has only grown. He’d been named a warrior by Chilledstar not long before their death, and he can’t help but to wonder whether Smogstar will turn around and throw him out now that...

➼➼ Humid marshland gives way to blistering black asphalt, and the tom casts a short glance around. The thunderpath is a good source of prey, if one isn’t too picky—but ShadowClanners seem averse to eating the easy pickings left over from the metallic beasts that roam the path. He spots nothing...

➼➼ The day is nearing its end, sun sinking ever closer to the horizon line. Blackstrike can’t stand the daytime, where the summertime heat and the humidity of the marsh come together to create an environment so suffocating he nearly wishes he had stayed back at the horrible carrionplace. He’s...

➼➼ After the disaster that had become of the last gathering, Blackstrike hadn’t been too sure he wanted to come to another. He isn’t nervous, but he’s certainly wary of the other clans, and especially WindClan. A repeat of the last gathering isn’t likely to happen, seeing as how Smogstar is a...

➼➼ Night has fallen across the territory, the sun’s last rays having faded a while ago. The rest of the clan is sleeping—or at least, it seems so—and yet, the black and white tom can’t seem to do the same. He tosses and turns in his nest (because he’s earned the right to have one of those now)...

➼➼ When he’d first come to ShadowClan’s border with Forestshade and Sharpshadow, he’d hardly been able to catch any prey that had legs to move with. A hunter of only stationary, already--deceased prey, he’d been. Now, with Forestshade’s training, he’s still not amazing—but his hunting is...

➼➼ The thunderpath is an unpleasant sight, all black-washed tar and acrid scent that makes his lungs nearly ache. It’s the home of many a dead thing, though, and well, Blackstrike came from a place the clan cats call carrionplace. Before ShadowClan, the path was no dangerous border to him, it...

➼➼ The lead warrior boasts about Blackstrike becoming a warrior, because of course she does. Her brashness knows no bounds—and she’s right. She’d told everyone, and she’d been correct. He may not be the greatest ShadowClan warrior who ever lived, but he’s still a ShadowClan warrior. Making it...

➼➼ His wavering stance is carefully examined by the lead warrior, and the tom attempts to keep himself as still as possible. Her most harsh criticism falls upon his tail, the unruly thing—and how does he keep forgetting about it? "Control the tail. Got it." His tail shifts to sweep across the...

➼➼ The weather is no problem for Blackstrike, at least. The humidity makes his fur feel like it’s far too thick in spite of its shortness, and the ground itself feels too hot to touch unless it’s in the shade. But no matter his bad it is, at least it isn’t the carrionplace. The summertime stench...

➼➼ Seeing his former home from the outside is… strange. He feels so distant from the place where he’d grown up, now that he has a place within ShadowClan. He used to spend every waking moment within the shiny silver fencing of the carrionplace, scrounging through black bags that smelled of...

➼➼ The clan’s medicine cat returning to camp smelling faintly of illness is not a good sign. Now that Blackstrike knows what most of being in a clan is like, he knows that cats smelling of sickness isn’t normal. So when Starlingheart makes her way into the camp with a strange scent wafting off...

➼➼ His new name sits strangely on his shoulders, as does his new ranking as a warrior or ShadowClan. His mother would probably mourn his independence, but at the same time she would be glad for his continued survival, at the very least. It may feel weird, but at least he’s here His siblings...

➼➼ He’s done it. All these months doing his best to fit in, to keep his head down and do whatever was asked of him… it’s all come around to this. His work has paid off. He gets to call himself a ShadowClanner. Realistically it’s all thanks to Forestshade and her teaching and training—but still...