- Dec 18, 2023
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*+:。.。 Claws pull unfamiliar, rotten dirt from padded down earth. Once upon a time, this very trail was one walked solely by Thunderclan paws...now, it was Shadowclan's oyster - providing them new opportunities to hunt where they'd once had only been allowed to reside on the ground behind the Thunderpath. I wonder if she walked along this same path before, he thinks, a harsh warmth shattering through a carefully crafted pane of ice.
He hates them. He loathes the ground his paws can't physically scorch or raze. He loathes that she might still walk upon this earth herself, casually and without remorse as if she hadn't taken the life of one of Shadowclan's best warriors - a daughter, a friend, a wife, a mother. It takes so much - everything in him not to rush past the scent line marked by the spoils of war; to break through bushes and leap past roots until his splintered paws carry him straight into Thunderclan's heart - until his claws tear straight through hers. Bonechill extends his talons to their limit as he shadows the borderline between the two clans, tapping them restlessly against the absolute edge. Lost in fantasy, he imagines clawing his way into Starclan, finding her spirit, unfairly joined amongst their ancestors, and finding a way to kill her there, too. For ever moon he's now forced to spend with another family member stolen from him, he hopes to impart upon her a fresh new scar; another layer to a deep wound pulling forth more of the same blood she'd spilled from Needledance.
He wants her to die.
He needs her to die.
Oh, how he longs to kill a Thunderclanner.
For now, he settles on twitching his ear towards the tell-tell rustle of a bush growing close to his starving claws.
The bulky warrior, quiet and swift as death itself, throws himself forward, aiming to barrel into the unsuspecting Thunderclanner with little pause for remorse. It's not as though they're warm to the idea themselves.
He hates them. He loathes the ground his paws can't physically scorch or raze. He loathes that she might still walk upon this earth herself, casually and without remorse as if she hadn't taken the life of one of Shadowclan's best warriors - a daughter, a friend, a wife, a mother. It takes so much - everything in him not to rush past the scent line marked by the spoils of war; to break through bushes and leap past roots until his splintered paws carry him straight into Thunderclan's heart - until his claws tear straight through hers. Bonechill extends his talons to their limit as he shadows the borderline between the two clans, tapping them restlessly against the absolute edge. Lost in fantasy, he imagines clawing his way into Starclan, finding her spirit, unfairly joined amongst their ancestors, and finding a way to kill her there, too. For ever moon he's now forced to spend with another family member stolen from him, he hopes to impart upon her a fresh new scar; another layer to a deep wound pulling forth more of the same blood she'd spilled from Needledance.
He wants her to die.
He needs her to die.
Oh, how he longs to kill a Thunderclanner.
For now, he settles on twitching his ear towards the tell-tell rustle of a bush growing close to his starving claws.
The bulky warrior, quiet and swift as death itself, throws himself forward, aiming to barrel into the unsuspecting Thunderclanner with little pause for remorse. It's not as though they're warm to the idea themselves.
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For the funsies
DEFENSE: 60/100
ATTACK: 30/100
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GENERAL:
☠ Shadowclan — warrior
☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
☠ 16 moons
☠ 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