- Mar 18, 2024
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Bigfang has patrolled with Nightbird numerous times before. He’s always admired her composure, strong and brimming with authority. It hadn’t been difficult for Nightbird to earn his respect when he had slipped into ThunderClan many moons ago, and when she had been made into a lead warrior Bigfang found it more than fitting.
For this patrol she pairs them off into groups and sends them on their way to hunt. Before bounding off herself she beckons for Bigfang to join her. Quickly they traverse through the undergrowth- maybe a little too fast. The orange Tom struggles to keep up with the she-cat, her lithe build allowing her to quickly slip through ferns and past bramble thickets. It gets bad enough the tabby fears he’ll lose sight of her, ”Nightbird, slow down!” He nearly pleads in a hushed voice, carefully trying to tread past a patch of burrs without tangling his pelt in them.
With some luck and perhaps her assistance, he would catch up with her. Heavy breaths pour out his nostrils as evidence he had to work himself to keep up to speed. He felt new to ThunderClan again struggling to keep up with any and every patrol, navigating the undergrowth had not been easy at first… The ebony she-cat was an unwelcome reminder that maybe he still wasn’t as skilled at it as he’d like to be.
For this patrol she pairs them off into groups and sends them on their way to hunt. Before bounding off herself she beckons for Bigfang to join her. Quickly they traverse through the undergrowth- maybe a little too fast. The orange Tom struggles to keep up with the she-cat, her lithe build allowing her to quickly slip through ferns and past bramble thickets. It gets bad enough the tabby fears he’ll lose sight of her, ”Nightbird, slow down!” He nearly pleads in a hushed voice, carefully trying to tread past a patch of burrs without tangling his pelt in them.
With some luck and perhaps her assistance, he would catch up with her. Heavy breaths pour out his nostrils as evidence he had to work himself to keep up to speed. He felt new to ThunderClan again struggling to keep up with any and every patrol, navigating the undergrowth had not been easy at first… The ebony she-cat was an unwelcome reminder that maybe he still wasn’t as skilled at it as he’d like to be.
- @nightbird :)
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Hank․ Bigfang
» ThunderClan Warrior
» Former Kittypet
» He/him
» A large, beaten-up ginger tabby tom with green eyes.
» "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
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» A heavy-hitting foe who makes his hits count
» Excels in heavy, powerful moves.
» Fights to protect and make opponents flee.
» Though strong, he is a slow mover. A fleet-footed cat would both easily frustrate and land hits on him.
» May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing