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SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR With how often he's been stuck on patrols lately, Screechstorm stands at the ready to hear his name placed on yet another. No doubt, his day will be swallowed up again and he'll be left to try to repair the fresh-kill pile, or remark the borders, but the...

SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Screechstorm grimaces as Buzzardpaw tries to clamber over his paw with little to no acknowledgement from them. A twitch of the apprentice's ears tells the warrior that he can hear him, but the spotted brown feline keeps pushing onward. This is...

SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR The warrior knows he shouldn't laugh at a kit saying such... unacceptable things, but it's hard to stifle a laugh at how unexpected it is to hear Mintkit's voice burst into an insulting song. " Where — Where did you learn that? " Screechstorm asks...

SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Screechstorm finds it unfortunate that he takes part in this border patrol, but more unfortunate that they come across an opposing patrol shrouded in oak stench. Two-toned eyes flicker towards the group, a frown pulling on his face. Of course, they have...

SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Among a patrol of faces he's been stuck with more often than not, a sun-spotted ear twitches at the break in silence. His gaze follows Velvetdusk and Halfsun's, contemplative of the former's discovery. It is proof of warmer days to come in the form of...

SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Though he values his sleep when he seeks it out, Screechstorm's efforts to do so are often labored. Plagued by talon-struck nightmares, the warrior drifts in and out of sleep. It's a restlessness that has him nearly giving in as he lays there with his...

SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Under graying clouds, Halfsun's stride is brisk; rushed, like she has places to be and under rainclouds is not it. How he got stuck being paired with her — how he got stuck following after her — Screechstorm doesn't know, but long limbs allow him to...

SCREECHSTORMHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR His alone time has significantly diminished since the overwhelming smell of rot stirred him from his slumber. The scent still lingers, still seeps into his senses — how could he ever forget that stench, that... wretched image out of his mind...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ Screechstorm, and the rest of ShadowClan, would be better off if the snow would just go away. The marsh clan already struggles to find enough food to sustain them in leaf-bare, and with the havoc of a reeking kill pile, it would be fox-lengths easier to solve all their problems if the snow...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ The smell of rot stirs Screechstorm from his sleep, and evidently, as he shifts between clanmates leaving their shared den, he isn't the only one. It is strong, stomach churning — the warrior feels like he might fall ill with each step toward emergence from under the bramble bush. Either...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ The patrol's set of new apprentices means Screechstorm has to listen to the same speech he's heard at least once a moon since Chilledstar had bestowed it upon him. As expected, a lesson on how dangerous the Thunderpath is, on how to never step foot on it reaches his ears as the patrol...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ Patrol assignments are marked with Amberhaze's voice this time. The tom's frantic call is one that Screechstorm silently hopes isn't a permanent feature as he gathers to hear his placement. Sharpshadow should be better soon enough, the tom figures — it'll be a surprise if Amberhaze manages...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ With his efforts to help Marbleleaf prepare for impending doom complete, tangled tufts of cobweb trapped between his claws keep Screechstorm's mind busy in the lull between menial tasks and the battle patrol's return. The copper-tinged scent of blood stills his grooming, a paw held close...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ He likes to believe he isn't fond of kits, that he wouldn't like to be a father some day. More and more often, he finds himself dealing with ShadowClan's youth — their squabbling, their whining, their odd... tendencies. And with how many are turning up, his days of peace are long gone. If...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ The camp's confined air is nearly choking him with the tension that fills it. Though it's the truth, Screechstorm prepares it as his excuse should someone find him slipping out of the warrior den and heading toward the camp's exit for a night's stroll. Upon first inspection, the camp...