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He has children with ShadowClan's leader.
The revelation is bewildering, something that Snakehiss fails to fully comprehend at first. Producing one surprise litter had been shocking enough, albeit he and Berrysnap had agreed to a mateship before anything else. For the ShadowClanner—the one he had met on an evening many seasons ago—to fall pregnant, though? Snakehiss would have never expected it. He hadn't thought of the silver molly again after that night; too much had happened since then, including his run-in with Cottonsprig and of course his own demise.
The mystic powers of the afterlife grant Snakehiss the ability to see across the forest and into the shaded marshes. His vision weaves the sight of a beautiful pale tabby with a white face — she is the one he had met all those moons ago. She had become ShadowClan's leader, apparently, in the time he had wandered aimlessly across unclaimed lands. A silver-striped youth stands beside her, practically a spitting image albeit she looks weak and unkempt in comparison. It was a crying pity that his blood was being reared in the worst possible environment. He must speak with her as soon as possible, before it was too late.
When dusk falls and the spell of sleep is cast upon the apprentice, she is led into a dark and dreary wood that is unfamiliar. It is chilling and eerily quiet here; no birdsong, no rustling of a breeze in the branches, nothing. Only after a few beats does the icy voice break the silence, "Cornflowerpaw, is it?"
An ivory-flecked tom steps out of the shadows, spiritless eyes settling onto the smaller form of his kin. His breath would catch in his throat if he were still dependent on oxygen — this was his living, breathing descendant. One he hadn't known about for all of these moons. "My name is Snakehiss." He finally introduces himself, studying the silver tabby she-cat with his one good eye before meowing, "You've just become an apprentice, yes?"
The wiry form begins to pad around her, circling the trainee slowly in a subtle attempt to keep her focus. "It is imperative that you have a quality education. You need to be a great warrior. You need to protect your kin." Ternstar, well, he could care less about her ( although her rank does provide his children with the influence that he never had ). He could care less about the fate of ShadowClan, actually. Snakehiss just wanted his bloodline to run strong, to serve as proof that he hadn't failed his ancestors.
Finally, the dead tom informs Cornflowerpaw cooly, "I know things that your mentor doesn't." Skills learned from a Sootstar-era WindClan. Skills learned from her brutish deputy, Badgermoon. ShadowClan were poor fighters, only good for wading through swamps to catch their stinky reptilian prey and rooting around in the Carrionplace like pigs. She could be the greatest warrior that pathetic excuse of a clan has ever seen... if she would let him train her.
The revelation is bewildering, something that Snakehiss fails to fully comprehend at first. Producing one surprise litter had been shocking enough, albeit he and Berrysnap had agreed to a mateship before anything else. For the ShadowClanner—the one he had met on an evening many seasons ago—to fall pregnant, though? Snakehiss would have never expected it. He hadn't thought of the silver molly again after that night; too much had happened since then, including his run-in with Cottonsprig and of course his own demise.
The mystic powers of the afterlife grant Snakehiss the ability to see across the forest and into the shaded marshes. His vision weaves the sight of a beautiful pale tabby with a white face — she is the one he had met all those moons ago. She had become ShadowClan's leader, apparently, in the time he had wandered aimlessly across unclaimed lands. A silver-striped youth stands beside her, practically a spitting image albeit she looks weak and unkempt in comparison. It was a crying pity that his blood was being reared in the worst possible environment. He must speak with her as soon as possible, before it was too late.
When dusk falls and the spell of sleep is cast upon the apprentice, she is led into a dark and dreary wood that is unfamiliar. It is chilling and eerily quiet here; no birdsong, no rustling of a breeze in the branches, nothing. Only after a few beats does the icy voice break the silence, "Cornflowerpaw, is it?"
An ivory-flecked tom steps out of the shadows, spiritless eyes settling onto the smaller form of his kin. His breath would catch in his throat if he were still dependent on oxygen — this was his living, breathing descendant. One he hadn't known about for all of these moons. "My name is Snakehiss." He finally introduces himself, studying the silver tabby she-cat with his one good eye before meowing, "You've just become an apprentice, yes?"
The wiry form begins to pad around her, circling the trainee slowly in a subtle attempt to keep her focus. "It is imperative that you have a quality education. You need to be a great warrior. You need to protect your kin." Ternstar, well, he could care less about her ( although her rank does provide his children with the influence that he never had ). He could care less about the fate of ShadowClan, actually. Snakehiss just wanted his bloodline to run strong, to serve as proof that he hadn't failed his ancestors.
Finally, the dead tom informs Cornflowerpaw cooly, "I know things that your mentor doesn't." Skills learned from a Sootstar-era WindClan. Skills learned from her brutish deputy, Badgermoon. ShadowClan were poor fighters, only good for wading through swamps to catch their stinky reptilian prey and rooting around in the Carrionplace like pigs. She could be the greatest warrior that pathetic excuse of a clan has ever seen... if she would let him train her.
- ooc: @CORNFLOWERKIT
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■■■■■■■ ✶ snakehiss. warrior of the dark forest ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
▸ㅤamab male, he/him | bisexual, mated to no one
▸ㅤdied 10/19/24 at 23 moons
▸ㅤformer windclan deputy & exile | mentored rivewhisper
▸ㅤsh black w/ vitiligo, green eyes & a single white patch on chest, torn-out left eye & a torn left ear w/ heavy scarring
▸ㅤfather to rowanpaw, viperpaw, wasppaw, laurelpaw, & privetfrost ( with berrysnap ) & cornflowerpaw, rainbowpaw, ivorypaw ( with ternstar )
▸ㅤwritten by beatles, ic opinions | tags
