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AMBERHAZE
HE/HIM SHADOWCLAN LEAD WARRIOR
He found that he no longer cared what would become of Orangeheart, the citrine tom's cowardice exceeding that of even his own. Something that once seemed to be an impossible feat now proven otherwise, though it could be said that his dedication to his fallen clanmate was honorable in of itself. But there was no time to contemplate the ways of honor or righteousness in a time like this- the midst of battle where the sounds of hell itself were borne from taut throats and painful wailing- none of it fell into any such category, the only words that could be used to describe the picture before them anything but meaningful. At least, not in a positive way, not in any way that was just.
One cry stood out amongst the rest, the bulk of Amberhaze's adrenaline beginning to subside so that his senses were no longer muddled by the overwhelming urge to survive. It was not a guttural thing, but rather something more controlled, something that was inexplicably calm despite the circumstances. It could have been washed away entirely amidst the sea of violence, and yet he recognized it without needing time to consider it. Vulturesong. There was no doubt about it. His certainty was cemented. The spindly warrior would immediately stand on high alert, wild eyes scanning the writhing mass of squirming, teeming bodies that stifled the bloodied earth with their sporadic movement in an attempt to locate a familiar, stark ivory pelt. It could have been easy to pick her out in any crowd- and usually it was- but he had to take a second look just to be sure the once pristine molly was truly her beneath the sickening pools of blood matting her fur.
He wasted little time on second thoughts or reconsideration, allowing his instincts to guide his swift strides forward as his focus fixated on the massive tom who had successfully pinned her beneath him. He was a hulking figure, a beast of a cat that could have easily been mistaken for something like a lion- should such a creature even exist. It was no wonder she couldn't hold her own in the face of such a foe, and truthfully, Amberhaze knew he couldn't either. But he had to try, and at the very least he could be a distraction, opening a window for Vulturesong to scramble away and seek shelter. Unlike most, he did not waste his breath screaming obscenities or threats to signal his approach- he would simply run, his speed an ally, attempting to spring off of his hind legs and land square on the Thunderclanner's back. If successful, he would sink blood stained claws into thickened flesh and use whatever weight he still had on his starved body to drag the other downwards in an attempt to dislodge his grip from his clanmate.
One cry stood out amongst the rest, the bulk of Amberhaze's adrenaline beginning to subside so that his senses were no longer muddled by the overwhelming urge to survive. It was not a guttural thing, but rather something more controlled, something that was inexplicably calm despite the circumstances. It could have been washed away entirely amidst the sea of violence, and yet he recognized it without needing time to consider it. Vulturesong. There was no doubt about it. His certainty was cemented. The spindly warrior would immediately stand on high alert, wild eyes scanning the writhing mass of squirming, teeming bodies that stifled the bloodied earth with their sporadic movement in an attempt to locate a familiar, stark ivory pelt. It could have been easy to pick her out in any crowd- and usually it was- but he had to take a second look just to be sure the once pristine molly was truly her beneath the sickening pools of blood matting her fur.
He wasted little time on second thoughts or reconsideration, allowing his instincts to guide his swift strides forward as his focus fixated on the massive tom who had successfully pinned her beneath him. He was a hulking figure, a beast of a cat that could have easily been mistaken for something like a lion- should such a creature even exist. It was no wonder she couldn't hold her own in the face of such a foe, and truthfully, Amberhaze knew he couldn't either. But he had to try, and at the very least he could be a distraction, opening a window for Vulturesong to scramble away and seek shelter. Unlike most, he did not waste his breath screaming obscenities or threats to signal his approach- he would simply run, his speed an ally, attempting to spring off of his hind legs and land square on the Thunderclanner's back. If successful, he would sink blood stained claws into thickened flesh and use whatever weight he still had on his starved body to drag the other downwards in an attempt to dislodge his grip from his clanmate.
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Amberhaze is a black oriental shorthair crossed with a cornish rex. He has a sickly looking build with a rat-like tail and unnaturally wide ocher eyes.
npc x npc / sibling to wormwatcher / other kin unknown
mentored by wormwatcher / mentoring lostpaw
20 moons old as of 02/21/2025penned by sloane
