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Snakehiss had sneered at the idea of giving WindClan's newest addition a tour of the territory. That situation with the stolen kits had brought nothing but trouble — those swamp-blooded children had no place in the moors, anyhow, and Snakehiss had believed that from the beginning. The charade had gone on for long enough, until Sunstride decided to take matters into his own paws. His stunt had nearly cost him his life, and now half of the clan had run off to who-knows-where. Their ranks had also gained a new warrior, conversely, though he was only ShadowClan's reject. Sootstar trusted him for some reason, and his loyalty to her he did not understand, but they were all expected to go along with it.
So, the young deputy had bit the stick and led Granitepelt and a few others out of camp. Snakehiss' half-lidded stare was cast across the sea of snow; there was not much to see, unfortunately, other than hills of white. He huffed, "These are our moors. Quite different than the cesspool you once called home." Much more open, much more tranquil, and much more radiant ( in newleaf, anyway ). Their brief stay in ShadowClan had been nothing but unpleasant, with the presence of disease-ridden rats and stinking carrion and murky and muddy marshes. Snakehiss was glad to be rid of that dreadful place and Granitepelt should be thankful that Sootstar allowed him refuge in the best territory the clans had to offer.
He lifts his nose to the wind for a moment, scenting for any critters nearby though to no avail. The snow also provided ample shelter for burrowing hares, making hunting much harder of a task. "Rabbits and birds are our main sources of prey. Your days of eating slimy toads are over." He nearly wanted to gag at the thought of tearing into a soggy, wet amphibian. How did ShadowClan survive off of those disgusting creatures? Yet another reason why WindClan was superior.
So, the young deputy had bit the stick and led Granitepelt and a few others out of camp. Snakehiss' half-lidded stare was cast across the sea of snow; there was not much to see, unfortunately, other than hills of white. He huffed, "These are our moors. Quite different than the cesspool you once called home." Much more open, much more tranquil, and much more radiant ( in newleaf, anyway ). Their brief stay in ShadowClan had been nothing but unpleasant, with the presence of disease-ridden rats and stinking carrion and murky and muddy marshes. Snakehiss was glad to be rid of that dreadful place and Granitepelt should be thankful that Sootstar allowed him refuge in the best territory the clans had to offer.
He lifts his nose to the wind for a moment, scenting for any critters nearby though to no avail. The snow also provided ample shelter for burrowing hares, making hunting much harder of a task. "Rabbits and birds are our main sources of prey. Your days of eating slimy toads are over." He nearly wanted to gag at the thought of tearing into a soggy, wet amphibian. How did ShadowClan survive off of those disgusting creatures? Yet another reason why WindClan was superior.
- @GRANITEPELT + anyone is free to be tagging along! retro to The Breakup
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✰ SNAKEHISS
—— he/him; deputy of windclan
—— bisexual; single; not looking
—— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
—— "speech", thoughts, attack
—— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
—— penned by beatles
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