Recent content by ROOSTERSTRUT

It had all happened so fast. Roosterstrut had merely been on a solo hunt near the border of the Thunderpath, sniffing around for a critter burrowing underneath the snow, when all of a sudden he was entangled in a sudden mess of thick vines. However, it soon became clear that they weren't vines —...

Roosterstrut hadn't really been himself as of late, though most cats knew why. Grief had collapsed upon him like a pile of rocks, the death of Comfreypaw completely unexpected and gutting to witness. Much like how the warrior had been haunted by images of his father's death for most of his life...

There were so many things that Roosterstrut could have said at that moment. The red tabby tom sits, unmoving, save for his trembling stare welling with tears. He dared not let them spill onto the ground, lifting his arm to wipe them before they could do so. It is not as if Roosterstrut is...

For a moment, Roosterstrut doesn't even remember what they're doing out there. A hunt, a patrol, a simple stroll, whatever it may be. The monsters rolling by in the dead of night serve as visual distractions to latch onto while the red tabby tom thinks and sulks in the silence between him and...

The smell of blood is nauseating as he pads along with the rest of the patrol. Roosterstrut can detect it from lengths away, his ears instinctively pinning back as he suspects something is horribly wrong. And horribly wrong this was. A form soaked in red and shredded like a raggedy clump of...

[ cw for descriptions of gore/death and a panic attack ] Truthfully, Roosterstrut had not thought Ferndance to be in any trouble. Maybe she had wanted to take a walk and get out of the bustling camp, maybe she needed to take care of her business, but nothing would have ever prepared him for...

It was fun to watch the kits play. They hadn't a care in the world, completely oblivious to everything around them, always focused on one thing — play, milk, attention. Roosterstrut, having recently returned from a hunt, was glad to take a break and watch casually as Bloodkit faced a worthy...

Roosterstrut knew the pain of losing family; it had started first with his father, shattering his kithood spirit and confidence only temporarily until his clanmates uplifted him. Shortly after the Great Battle he had taken a heavy blow again with the passing of his mother. Many more familiar...

ShadowClan was certainly not short on new trainees for their ranks, now was it? It was never a bad thing to have future warriors to train. Roosterstrut attends the meeting, quietly watching as the kits stand before the clan in their last moments as children. They would be apprentices from now...

With presumably @DEERPAW in tow, the tabby warrior peered forth at the unfamiliar forms waiting near the Thunderpath. An uneasy feeling stirred in Roosterstrut's gut, the nerves along his spine tickling. While he did not sense an immediate hostile presence from the felines, he knew not to be too...

A trio of strangers standing upon ShadowClan's border is not a common sight, needless to say. Everybody seems puzzled as they approach the toms, including Roosterstrut who is holding a small avian in his jaws. He keeps his distance, slowly padding up near Lilacfur and Caterpillarpaw and setting...

Leafbare is, generally, difficult for the clans. The thick layering of snow made hunting conditions trickier; some prey even hid away in the wintertime, not to be seen again until newleaf made its appearance. The snowstorms were frigid and blustery and it was often a struggle to keep warm...

❝ YOU'RE SNUG ON THAT PERCH, WAITING FOR JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT THAT NEVER COMES ❞ — TAGS ⋆ 26 MOONS ⋆ HE / HIM ⋆ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ⋆ PLAYED BY BEATLES ——

Seeing his friend in such a heavy state of emotion was gut-wrenching, to say the least. To make matters worse, it wasn't as if Roosterstrut could truly do anything to fix it. No amount of kindness or patience that he showed Lilacfur—or any of his other clanmates—could patch up the emotional...

Leafbare. Green eyes look upon the camp dusted with pure white powder, freshly descended from the skies, the realization that this was his second leafbare hitting him like a heap of rocks. The magic of his first season in ShadowClan, he remembers, had been abruptly cut short by the untimely...