Recent content by Dogskip

The last moon had been filled with delirium and fever dreams. He had given up hope early on when his mind started playing tricks on him, making him hear the voice of his deceased mate. It was a cruel trick that only opened the wound again and he laid in whatever nest he was put in waiting to...

Woe, his rest is disturbed by their slightly less strange than Dawnglare medicine cat apprentice. He isn't sure he's in the mood for conversation, but he won't send Fireflypaw away. He's asking why he's tired, and it is his job to keep up with everyone's health. The least he can do is indulge...

It's not often Dogskip chooses to rest in camp. He often chooses to go out into the forest and find some little hideaway somewhere to spend a few hours of peace before returning to the clan. But today, he simply didn't feel like doing more walking. Fatigue gripped him shortly after finishing a...

Dogskip was ready to praise Doompaw for coming to defend Pearlkit as he did when Fireflypaw comes to intervene. He understands what the fluffy tom is saying. Truly, he does. They were clanmates and they shouldn't fight each other. But when a clanmate attacks a defenseless kitten and another...

Dogskip does not have an opinion on kittypets. They simply have a different method of survival and while it may not be his cup of tea, he does have to wonder what it's like to have a servant that feeds you and cares for you. He wonders this alongside wondering.... What in the world was Hazel...

The bustling of camp was often exhausting to Dogskip. It drained him more and more every day, and he didn't truly understand why. Perhaps he was meant to be a loner after all. Yet, he would not leave. He owes Skyclan, and he will see this debt repaid. He wont admit it, but he has grown quite...

Dogskip watches with a blank expression as more kits arrive in camp. He feels a sickening feeling mixed with irritation rise inside of him. Sickening for the knowledge that these kits are not safe here with such a dangerous illness going around, and irritation because well..... Kits. He hopes...

Oh, how he finds kits so annoying.... Always wailing or crying or causing problems.... He supposed they're cute sometimes, but certainly not right now. He watches Zappaw taunt and bully Pearlkit from what seems to be out of nowhere with narrowed eyes. He wants to let someone else deal with it...

Dogskip had silently followed Yukio out of camp, figuring it likely he would get lost and forget his way back, or get into trouble. He stalked the other from a distance quietly, not too close, but not too far either. It was with a scowl and bare teeth that he watched a rogue confront him...

What a fascinating spectacle. He looked around the clearing almost lost, a leaf among many of the ones littered on the forest floor. His nerves were knotted and tense the moment he arrived and saw just how many cats call this forest home. He let himself fluff up for just a moment before relaxing...

Oh.... The sounds of kittens fighting.... He thought kits were annoying. He didn't have the patience for them. He didn't HATE kits, like some would assume, he just lacked the tactfulness and gentleness needed to deal with them. This was one such time. The snowy maned warrior looked towards the...

A new name. He was no longer the atrocious name twolegs had given him. He was now Dogskip. He repeats the name in his mind.... It would take some wearing in, but he could get used to it. Atlease it wasnt Wobbledog anymore. And if he dares hear anyone call him that anymore he was going to bite...

Watching the queen wander from camp without a care in the world grated on his nerves more than anything else he had seen in this clan so far. Perhaps it was due to old wounds, ones that had not healed necessarily, but rather ignored and as such were left to fester. One of his sisters held the...

Talks of crushes and couples ate at Wobbledog's heart without mercy. A wound that was still fresh and refusing to heal was being dug at. He missed his mate dearly, more than he could handle at times. But he couldn't help but be interested in the gossip, it was always nice to see love blossom...

Wobbledog wasn't one to get involved in the drama of other cats. He often stood or sat and stared off in the distance trying to come to terms with all that had happened recently, as well as things before the shelter. It was a lot, and he was trying to give himself time to accept everything. To...