- Aug 1, 2022
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THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS THEY KNOWN HOW TO SWIM
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS THEY KNOWN HOW TO SWIM
These days, Cold could usually be found by himself. It wasn't necessarily a choice he'd conciously chosen to make, but more so an unhappy coincedence left behind in the fallout of all that had happened. He'd lost both of his parents in the great battle, left behind the marsh group to live out on the moors, had all of his friends split off to join the other groups. Chaos had chosen to manifest itself within an ocean of change and loss, each crashing wave another traumatizing event or harsh life lesson sent to pull him further into the riptide. And so really it was no wonder the young tom had began to drift, pulling away from everyone in an attempt to find some stable ground for himself. He didn't hang out with the other cats his age and he hadn't asked for a mentor, waiting instead for things to settle.
Windclan was still exceptionally new compared to the Marsh group, but that was the reason Cold had decided to go with them when they split off. His parents were dead and his friends had all left to chase their own dreams in other groups, and staying behind in the marshes with Briar would have just been a reminder of how fractured everything was. Nothing would ever be the same for him there again, and so he'd decided that if such were to be the case, he would simply go somewhere new and start his story over from scratch. Fuck everything that had happened before Windclan. As far as Cold was concerned, none of it had existed to begin with. All that mattered was the here and now, and he had faith that Sootstar could turn the group into something worthwhile. The shecat was cunning and full of ambition, and he had no doubts that the group she led would be a fierce and respected clan that the others knew to steer clear of.
And so he was simpy biding his time, waiting for the group to find its flow so that he could find his. Until then, Cold was content to do as he'd always done- keep busy.
"What do you mean I can't hunt the rabbits here? You don't own them!"
Yellow-gold eyes glared coldly at the tortie shecat before him. She was only a few months older than him, but she was a damn mouthy thing that just didn't seem to grasp the concept of what he was telling her, something that was quickly starting to claw at his patience. Cold hated outsiders. you had to explain so much to them, and a lot of the time they just lacked common sense like this one here.
"If the rabbits are on Windclan territory then they belong to Windclan cats. What the hell is so hard to understand about that- do you have a rock for a brain or something?" he snapped, fur bristling in aggitation as he watched her turn her nose up at his words again.
"That's the stupiest thing I've ever heard! You can't just show up here and say all of this belongs to you. That's not how the world works!"
A low growl would rumble from the toms throat at this, a glint of something devious shining in yellow eyes as his claws flexed to bite into the earth beneath his paws. "I'll show you how the world works." he replied, the words as cold as the smirk that settled on his lips. "Are you joining our clan or not?" he asked, the words spoken loud and clear for the idiot before him.
"Of course not! How many times do I have to tell you-"
A startled shriek tore from the shecats maw as his body crashed into hers and sent them both tumbling into the grass. Colds fangs were quick to dig into the side of her neck as he pinned her to the ground and raked his claws through her ginger fur. She thrashed, squirming in his grip until she was able to get on her back and kick her hind legs in between them, shoving him off with a hard kick to the stomach. Coldpaw was quick to get to his feet, darting forward with a hiss to slash at her face and send her reeling backwards, nose bleeding as she cried out and bolted back across the border, disapearing across the hillside.
With a huff and satisfied puff of his chest, Cold would make his way over to the rabbit they'd been arguing over and scooped it up. If some part-time kittypet thought they were going to come out here and steal the rabbit he'd caught, they were going to be sent on their way with a sore face and a sore ego.
Windclan was still exceptionally new compared to the Marsh group, but that was the reason Cold had decided to go with them when they split off. His parents were dead and his friends had all left to chase their own dreams in other groups, and staying behind in the marshes with Briar would have just been a reminder of how fractured everything was. Nothing would ever be the same for him there again, and so he'd decided that if such were to be the case, he would simply go somewhere new and start his story over from scratch. Fuck everything that had happened before Windclan. As far as Cold was concerned, none of it had existed to begin with. All that mattered was the here and now, and he had faith that Sootstar could turn the group into something worthwhile. The shecat was cunning and full of ambition, and he had no doubts that the group she led would be a fierce and respected clan that the others knew to steer clear of.
And so he was simpy biding his time, waiting for the group to find its flow so that he could find his. Until then, Cold was content to do as he'd always done- keep busy.
"What do you mean I can't hunt the rabbits here? You don't own them!"
Yellow-gold eyes glared coldly at the tortie shecat before him. She was only a few months older than him, but she was a damn mouthy thing that just didn't seem to grasp the concept of what he was telling her, something that was quickly starting to claw at his patience. Cold hated outsiders. you had to explain so much to them, and a lot of the time they just lacked common sense like this one here.
"If the rabbits are on Windclan territory then they belong to Windclan cats. What the hell is so hard to understand about that- do you have a rock for a brain or something?" he snapped, fur bristling in aggitation as he watched her turn her nose up at his words again.
"That's the stupiest thing I've ever heard! You can't just show up here and say all of this belongs to you. That's not how the world works!"
A low growl would rumble from the toms throat at this, a glint of something devious shining in yellow eyes as his claws flexed to bite into the earth beneath his paws. "I'll show you how the world works." he replied, the words as cold as the smirk that settled on his lips. "Are you joining our clan or not?" he asked, the words spoken loud and clear for the idiot before him.
"Of course not! How many times do I have to tell you-"
A startled shriek tore from the shecats maw as his body crashed into hers and sent them both tumbling into the grass. Colds fangs were quick to dig into the side of her neck as he pinned her to the ground and raked his claws through her ginger fur. She thrashed, squirming in his grip until she was able to get on her back and kick her hind legs in between them, shoving him off with a hard kick to the stomach. Coldpaw was quick to get to his feet, darting forward with a hiss to slash at her face and send her reeling backwards, nose bleeding as she cried out and bolted back across the border, disapearing across the hillside.
With a huff and satisfied puff of his chest, Cold would make his way over to the rabbit they'd been arguing over and scooped it up. If some part-time kittypet thought they were going to come out here and steal the rabbit he'd caught, they were going to be sent on their way with a sore face and a sore ego.
windclan apprentice - male - 10 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - a tall, muscular tabby with dark grey fur
