Recent content by Houndshade

The scoff that finds her isn't full of heat. It's a light huff, rolling her eyes when Stagsnarl laughs specifically after she told them to not do so. She could lie and say that they can't believe she thinks so little of her, or that they're horrible but they merely bump their shoulder against...

"We're going to work on your tracking alongside your hunting today" it's something that she had been avoiding for long enough. Sure tracking goes in tandem with hunting, they had been doing it a little bit but she wanted to truly focus on the skill today. If nothing else she hoped that Flayedpaw...

It's a good day when she can have Flayedpaw follow her somewhere with minimal arguments, she is thankful these days that Flamestar had given her this opportunity. Having a new apprentice to butt heads with had quickly dragged her kicking and screaming from her grief, even if this one doesn't...

Her lungs burn with a need for more air then she's capable of breathing, greedily gulping the cold air of the early morning. Stagsnarl had suggested a spar to wake them up for the day ahead, Houndshade had called them a brute in kind but still leaped at the opportunity. She's pretty sure...

There are few joys that Houndshade can count, well that's a lie she can actually think of quite a few. Nothing beats a good sunbeam though, now that the ground isn't miserable and soggy with remnants of frost and snow she can actually enjoy it proper. This is what lifes all about she thinks, the...

She got used to patrols without a presence at her side, yet it seems that StarClan must love laughing at her, or Flamestar, since she's now got to become okay with being in charge of another life. At least the RiverClan border isn't near a Thunderpath, they wonder how long she can stretch out...

She takes her place beside Stagsnarl as the call for the meeting rings in the crisp air, she's more than happy to spend a few moments out of her day to stand motionless and just listen for a little while. In fact she considers the meetings to be one of their favourite things because of it. Even...

There's an air of irritation to Houndshade today, she knows that the warm sunbeams will still be gracing the camp when they return but they miss it regardless. Looking forward to lazing about once more, it made patrols all the more long. It's probably the same amount of time away as normal...

Usually wherever Raccoonstripe goes fanfare follows, he's never really known for being quiet. Even when silent he has a presence, it surprised her to say that she nearly missed this patrols return entirely. Her stride is slow, cautious with a tilt of her head. Gaze flicking across the faces...

There is a brief window of improvement, she had started to actually care about appearences again. It doesn't seem like much but she had finally worked through all the matts in her fur and tamed it into something a little more presentable. Finchpaw's death still hangs heavy over her head, waiting...

Hm... Wildheart, it was a little funny to think Raccoonstripe was his mentor of all cats. She always thought he had a good head on his shoulders, no arrogance either which honestly would have made her forget who his mentor was. She squints, trying to imagine him of all cats as some kind of...

"Raccoonstripe" she never thought she'd seek him out for advice of all cats. Desperate times call for desperate measures and she is very desperate, Houndshade dragged herself out of her nest. Fur still matted and eyes sunken, losing that spark that she normally has with her. It's a blow to her...

"At least try to argue back" she hates them, no, she doesn't. She hates that they won't give her what she thinks she wants right now, something to direct her anger at. Stagkit would have fought back, that mouse-brained fool would argue with her over every little thing. Stagpaw was the same...

There is a spark of life in her as she turns to glare at Stagsnarl, they turn to lean away and she follows. A burning heat in her glare, "you weren't there Stagsnarl" she snips in reply. It is a little harsh, they know that, anger is the one thing she can comfortable feel right now. It feels...

Duties are the only reason Houndshade wakes from her nest, even then she drifts through her clanmates like a ghost. She rouses for patrols, appear when summoned but at any chance she gets she returns to wallow in her nest. It won't last forever, they know they'll need to return to her duties...