- Oct 15, 2023
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☾ CW Mentions of prey mutilation, blood, and violence
Damnit. Damnit! His teeth ground together at a high frequency, squeaking and clacking viciously. The walk had eased his flames. Rest gave him time to recoup, but Wolfsong's look re-ignited it. It seemed word of his rash decision had already spread like wildfire across the clan. Causing his gut to twist with humility and rage as they patched his wounds up. Thankfully, he came out of the scrap, mostly unharmed other than a few nasty scratches. Not to mention the display had ruffled Sunstride enough to shout something that seemed more and more common these last few moons. A distant snarl echoed in his mind as several eyes stared with dismay into Harbingermoon's mind. What does that fleabag know, anyway? Spitting at the ground, he slunk from the Medicine Den with his dark pelt reeking of herbs and earth.
Shuffling to the prey pile, he sat a few rabbit hops away and began to clean his dirty pelt with vigor. Working out the caked dirt and leaf litter that clung to him after being pushed to the ground. Another heavy flash of red crossed his vision as he growled, nibbling away a particularly stubborn stick. Pulling it loose, he tossed it with unnecessary force and winced as his quick movement caused a scab to crack and bleed a touch. Staining a spot on his neck a pale pink. Near his wit's end, he ignored the stain and awkwardly twisted and marched to the fresh kill pile. Snatching a small rabbit and bringing it to the opposite side of the clearing. Rump faces the gathering cats, moving about their usual early morning duties.
Front half ruthlessly ripping into the small critter and taking greedy gulps of every savory piece. His mind whirled to life with several fantasies leaning towards sneaking into Riverclan and slitting that brute's throat in his nest. Black claws blinded the smug one and coiled the frown into a cry of pain. Each lovely display flickering by his internal judgment and gaining rapid approval. The brutal thoughts slowed his vicious eating to mellow chewing as his orange eyes wandered off into daydreamland. ☽
☾ OOC ☽
Feeling bruised emotionally after getting smacked around by a much larger Riverclanner - Harbinger is seeking sympathy points. Not directly, of course, he'd never stoop so low. (sarcasm) However, he will be embellishing and lying to spare himself the humility. Feel free to have your loyalist hype him up or your non-loyalist shun him for being so rash.
Damnit. Damnit! His teeth ground together at a high frequency, squeaking and clacking viciously. The walk had eased his flames. Rest gave him time to recoup, but Wolfsong's look re-ignited it. It seemed word of his rash decision had already spread like wildfire across the clan. Causing his gut to twist with humility and rage as they patched his wounds up. Thankfully, he came out of the scrap, mostly unharmed other than a few nasty scratches. Not to mention the display had ruffled Sunstride enough to shout something that seemed more and more common these last few moons. A distant snarl echoed in his mind as several eyes stared with dismay into Harbingermoon's mind. What does that fleabag know, anyway? Spitting at the ground, he slunk from the Medicine Den with his dark pelt reeking of herbs and earth.
Shuffling to the prey pile, he sat a few rabbit hops away and began to clean his dirty pelt with vigor. Working out the caked dirt and leaf litter that clung to him after being pushed to the ground. Another heavy flash of red crossed his vision as he growled, nibbling away a particularly stubborn stick. Pulling it loose, he tossed it with unnecessary force and winced as his quick movement caused a scab to crack and bleed a touch. Staining a spot on his neck a pale pink. Near his wit's end, he ignored the stain and awkwardly twisted and marched to the fresh kill pile. Snatching a small rabbit and bringing it to the opposite side of the clearing. Rump faces the gathering cats, moving about their usual early morning duties.
Front half ruthlessly ripping into the small critter and taking greedy gulps of every savory piece. His mind whirled to life with several fantasies leaning towards sneaking into Riverclan and slitting that brute's throat in his nest. Black claws blinded the smug one and coiled the frown into a cry of pain. Each lovely display flickering by his internal judgment and gaining rapid approval. The brutal thoughts slowed his vicious eating to mellow chewing as his orange eyes wandered off into daydreamland. ☽
☾ OOC ☽
Feeling bruised emotionally after getting smacked around by a much larger Riverclanner - Harbinger is seeking sympathy points. Not directly, of course, he'd never stoop so low. (sarcasm) However, he will be embellishing and lying to spare himself the humility. Feel free to have your loyalist hype him up or your non-loyalist shun him for being so rash.