✦ㅤ─ㅤ The patrol's set of new apprentices means Screechstorm has to listen to the same speech he's heard at least once a moon since Chilledstar had bestowed it upon him.
As expected, a lesson on how dangerous the Thunderpath is, on how to
never step foot on it reaches his ears as the patrol nears the thick-scented border. This sort of thing is something the warrior would typically roll his eyes at, if it weren't for his own near death-experience on it.
His own stupidity — his own lack of attention, his ego, and desire to prove himself over a
bird — is proof enough of how dangerous the Thunderpath can be. If it weren't for his brother, he wouldn't live to tell the tale... or, rather, keep silent about it as the memory of bright light rushing towards him plays in his head. He doesn't
want to be used as this lesson's example.
The edge of warning in Ternstar's voice causes Screechstorm to look up. It is a jolting movement; he half-expects someone to have strayed too far onto the dark path before them, for a monster to come zooming past. But the leader looks toward him, toward Snowlark.
Behave. His footing refound, Screechstorm flicks his tail in response.
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I always do, don't I? " the warrior answers, a crooked smile pulled on his face, feigned politeness at the ready despite mischief alight in his gaze. Screechstorm then sets off, getting straight to work on remarking the borders — and paying close attention to where his paws lie.
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[ SCREECHSTORM ]ㅤ
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Named after his birth-given warning cry, Screechstorm appears in shadowed tones — save for splotches of orange that litter his left side. His mismatched green gaze almost always carries a mischievous glint, a crooked grin in tandem. Scars wrack his sides, a harsh reminder of his near-reckless nature.
He / Him ⋅ Single
⋅ Warrior of ShadowClan
⋅ Forestshade x
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⋅ Brother to Briarthorn, Sweetpaw †
⋅ Mentoring no one ⋅ Mentored by
Chilledstar †
⋅ Penned by
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