- Mar 19, 2024
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〔✦〕The blizzard is strong and biting, the dens' insulation barely enough to keep them even a little warm. With each passing day, the prey-pile dwindles and while their bellies remain empty, the Clan's bitterness only grew. The memories of the attack were still all too fresh, clanmates still bound to the medics' den and worsening their situation even more. Roaringsun had been lucky to leave the battle at sunningrocks mostly unscathed, even if the scars given to him by Turtledove would be something he carried irritably for the rest of his days.
Bloodshed hadn't been necessary until RiverClan and ShadowClan decided to act like foxes in their ambush. And as much as he wanted to tear the other Clans a new one. . . was it necessary? Maybe. . . He should chat with Flamestar.
His pawprints quickly disappear due to the snowstorm, tracks quickly covered by more and more snow. His twolegs had never let him go outside while it snowed, and part of him can understand now just why that was. It was horrible. But he cannot recall seeing anything as harsh as this through the clearstone of his previous home. He had always wanted to feel it, but now he could only hope for it to end quickly.
The warrior is shivering by the time he reaches the currently alabaster Highrock ( he relives his last private conversation with Howlingstar, his silent prayer that something would be done to stop the harassment. . . ) and sits by the lichen curtain of Flamestar's den, paws shuffling. He had an idea, sure, but would his leader listen to him or would he be brushed off due to inexperience? "Flamestar?" He calls, hoping the red-furred she-cat was actually inside. "It's Roaringsun. May I come in?"
Bloodshed hadn't been necessary until RiverClan and ShadowClan decided to act like foxes in their ambush. And as much as he wanted to tear the other Clans a new one. . . was it necessary? Maybe. . . He should chat with Flamestar.
His pawprints quickly disappear due to the snowstorm, tracks quickly covered by more and more snow. His twolegs had never let him go outside while it snowed, and part of him can understand now just why that was. It was horrible. But he cannot recall seeing anything as harsh as this through the clearstone of his previous home. He had always wanted to feel it, but now he could only hope for it to end quickly.
The warrior is shivering by the time he reaches the currently alabaster Highrock ( he relives his last private conversation with Howlingstar, his silent prayer that something would be done to stop the harassment. . . ) and sits by the lichen curtain of Flamestar's den, paws shuffling. He had an idea, sure, but would his leader listen to him or would he be brushed off due to inexperience? "Flamestar?" He calls, hoping the red-furred she-cat was actually inside. "It's Roaringsun. May I come in?"
- ooc. @Flamestar
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ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
✦ male / he/him / 14 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— combat details here / battle notes
✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
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reference image here
a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.