- Dec 18, 2023
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*+:｡.｡ Bonechill had always felt his purpose was in defending. Although he wasn't as large as his sister, he had worth in his well-maintained muscles and claws. He was by no means a pushover. Still, he always figured he'd use those skills for his family and his family alone. As grateful as he was to his clan for providing him and his family shelter, his priority will always be Ferndance, Needledrift, his littermates and his younger siblings. Since he was young, he always knew that if the day ever should arrive...he would always choose his family over Shadowclan.
So imagine his surprise when he found himself standing between Laurelgrin of all cats and his Thunderclan foes. Back arched, the silver cinnamon hissed, tasting blood on his tongue. He wasn't sure if it was his own or the aggressor he'd bitten. Either way, Roeflame's roar sounded over the chaos, calling for a retreat. The thunderclanners hesitated, but Bonechill stood firm, throwing out one last swipe of warning before the cats slunk away, clearly infuriated. He couldn't blame them. He'd rather die fighting than run away a coward.
Still, the warrior would not move until the battleground was clear, and once established, he'd finally look back at the cat he'd saved.
Laurelgrin, a blue tabby so similar to his missing father- the punching bag Bonecall couldn't tell you while he hit. They weren't close, might never be close...and yet when he saw the man struggling between too many foes, his paws had acted before he could think straight. Suppose there was some loyalty to Shadowclan within him.
"Can you stand?"
So imagine his surprise when he found himself standing between Laurelgrin of all cats and his Thunderclan foes. Back arched, the silver cinnamon hissed, tasting blood on his tongue. He wasn't sure if it was his own or the aggressor he'd bitten. Either way, Roeflame's roar sounded over the chaos, calling for a retreat. The thunderclanners hesitated, but Bonechill stood firm, throwing out one last swipe of warning before the cats slunk away, clearly infuriated. He couldn't blame them. He'd rather die fighting than run away a coward.
Still, the warrior would not move until the battleground was clear, and once established, he'd finally look back at the cat he'd saved.
Laurelgrin, a blue tabby so similar to his missing father- the punching bag Bonecall couldn't tell you while he hit. They weren't close, might never be close...and yet when he saw the man struggling between too many foes, his paws had acted before he could think straight. Suppose there was some loyalty to Shadowclan within him.
"Can you stand?"
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GENERAL:
☠ Shadowclan — warrior
☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
☠ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
☠ Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
☠ Littermates with Bloodwing, Shadewhisker, Splashdance
☠ Half-brother to Gigglepaw, Morelpaw, Branchpaw
COMBAT:
☠Physically hard | mentally hard
☠ Attack in bold #738171
injuries: None currently