Recent content by GRAYSTORM

As soon as Howlingstar calls his name, Graystorm runs to her. It is the moment he'd both feared and longed for; the opportunity for him to apologize for being so reckless with his own precious life. He'd worried that Howlingstar would be upset with him. But when she closes the distance between...

Graystorm, as brazen and bull-headed as he'd been up until his last breath, did not accept death so easily. He'd paced the starlit forest, tail lashing and ears pinned, demanding to go back. He couldn't die yet, he'd insisted. His mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews… He couldn't put...

[ TW FOR MAJOR INJURY & DEATH ] Graystorm trails after Kindleheart, his face set into a scowl. Shiningsun's patrol's report had set everyone on edge; strange creatures intruding on ThunderClan's oak forest, as if they didn't already have enough to worry about between WindClan, ShadowClan, and...

Graystorm would be a liar if he said it didn't sting a little for his mother to choose Finchcatcher to lead over him. Did she not trust him? Sure, he could be... rowdy, at times; but Graystorm is perfectly capable of leading a patrol! ... Isn't he? They arrive at the border without a lick of...

Graystorm is rummaging through the fresh-kill pile for a decent meal to bring to Little Wolf, when Flycatcher utters a greeting to his mottled brother. Ears twitch and eyes widen, abandoning the squirrel he'd been sniffing at with a sharp snap of his head towards Berryheart. "Hey-hey! Berry!"...

Stagstrike and Sunnyday bristle at his words, but Graystorm only snorts and rolls his eyes. They know he's right; they're just trying to save face. "Nah, I'd just prefer if you think about your clanmates before some rando. You don't know what she's capable of, and the weather isn't gettin' any...

"Wow. Woooooow. You three just bring every fuckin' cat you meet into camp?" Graystorm snarks with a grin far from jovial, a far cry from Flycatcher's kinder response, raising a theoretical brow at the trio of warriors who'd marched into camp with some rando. Sure, ThunderClan might be welcoming...

The stillness of the afternoon is broken. Emberstar storms into the camp, ThunderClanners flooding in behind her. Cinderfrost, flanked by warriors. Graystorm tilts his head back with a snort, brows pinching together. The flame point looks anything but her typical, cheery self. Something has...

Graystorm grunts as his jaw connects with the dirt. His claws meet empty air, the squirrel he'd been pursuing taking off into the safety of the trees. Hunting has never been his strongest suit, but ever since he'd been blinded in one eye... It's even shittier. Granted, it's only been a couple...

When Graystorm thinks of love, it is a beautiful thing. Longing looks, gentle touches, complete devotion to one another. A flame that grows brighter with each moment spent in their embrace. It is what his mother and Gray Wolf had. It is what Graystorm wants. It is not... this. Two old fucks...

"Holy shit!" Graystorm barks out a laugh as a explosion of thunder shakes the earth, more-so from shock than amusement. With a grunt, the dark-furred warrior rises from his nest and slinks over to the entrance, daring to poke his muzzle out and glance at the raging skies. The clearing has...

The hobbling footfall of his tortoiseshell brother gives away his approach before his soft murmur does. Gray swings his head towards Berry, a genuine smile gracing his maw as he barks a laugh. "Feelin' generous today, are we?" Berry has always had a voracious appetite, a trait that Gray has...

Gray's beginning to integrate himself back into every day activities now that his wounds have almost completely scarred over. He still stumbles, no thanks to his lost depth perception, but he's getting better. He's hidden in the undergrowth, his head swiveled to watch Sand as she stalks a...

Gray allows his mother to rub against his uninjured cheek. He instinctively leans into her comforting touch, although he would deny it aloud. Maybe he should be more grateful that he had no one to grieve; not many cats could say that after the war. He should be grateful that they're out of that...