- Mar 30, 2024
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*+:｡.｡ I killed your brother the words dance on the tip of his tongue. They're scorching, metallic, sticky. His chest heaves as he watches Stormywing, deep blue eyes boiling with thunderous rainwater. And it's all your fault Tormented by the crumbling of his delusions, there's no one else to turn to for comfort. He wonders what Stormywing thinks, having to leave behind her clan - no, not her clan, Thunderclan is his. He's the one who defended it from its internal invaders, he's the one who's ensuring his clan is fed. Stormywing lounges like a kitty-pet while he does all the hunting, Stormywing is the one who bullies her apprentice! It's her fault Pebblestep died, it's her fault, and it has to be.
And yet, he doesn't feel any less hollow when he watches her prepare to leave. Skyclaw's group has succeeded, but the dying copper that rests beneath his eyelids whenever he dares to close them feels no less permanent. It isn't fair! Doing the right thing is never easy, but this is...this is just impossible! He wants to throw up, he wants to scream! He wants to walk right up to Stormywing and howl at her good riddance, just like your brother! until she -
"Shouldn't you be leaving now" Wrathpaw snarls, practically nipping Stormywing's heels. He can't tell if she's gathering herbs for the trip, or talking with Gentlestorm, or procrastinating - or maybe today isn't the day they're leaving and Wrathpaw is lost in that time-eating vortex of his...either way, the question he's longed to ask since his first patrol at six moons old finds it's relevance -
"Why are you even here?" Why did you bother to become a Thunderclanner when you'll never truly be one?
And yet, he doesn't feel any less hollow when he watches her prepare to leave. Skyclaw's group has succeeded, but the dying copper that rests beneath his eyelids whenever he dares to close them feels no less permanent. It isn't fair! Doing the right thing is never easy, but this is...this is just impossible! He wants to throw up, he wants to scream! He wants to walk right up to Stormywing and howl at her good riddance, just like your brother! until she -
"Shouldn't you be leaving now" Wrathpaw snarls, practically nipping Stormywing's heels. He can't tell if she's gathering herbs for the trip, or talking with Gentlestorm, or procrastinating - or maybe today isn't the day they're leaving and Wrathpaw is lost in that time-eating vortex of his...either way, the question he's longed to ask since his first patrol at six moons old finds it's relevance -
"Why are you even here?" Why did you bother to become a Thunderclanner when you'll never truly be one?
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Super rushed, forgive me!
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GENERAL:
♡ Wrathpaw
♡ DMAB— He/Him
♡ 10 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
♡ Thunderclan — apprentice
♡ Mentored by Wildheart
COMBAT:
♡Physically mediocre | mentally very easy
♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
injuries: None currently , mentally unwell
"SPEECH"