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Custom Title: 悲劇 || TRAGEDY
Joined: 3-December 17
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Local Time: Jun 24 2018, 01:37 PM
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May 22 2018, 10:50 AM
Ever since last moon's ceremonies Skyclan was practically blossoming with a young generation of toms and mollies ready to be prepped into magnificent, powerful warriors. His precious children had finally grown up, each and every one of them turning into fine apprentices with fantastic mentors - oh how he was proud of them. A part of him, however, ached - they were growing up, they were going to mature and become independent and free. Were they going to grow out of their father who loved them with all of his heart and more? Were they going to shun his pride and glee out of embarrassement of his affections?
Stars, who knew, he just hoped that no matter what their age he would still be welcomed in their lives.
He was a father to them, yes, but now he was a role model and a mentor to one - they needed experience and teachings and so he thought it was probably a good idea to get all the new apprentices together in order to train their abilities.
Sitting himself down in the center of camp, the chocolate silver tabby allowed his dark olive gaze to scan over the surrounding region with a fond smile and a lashing feathery tail, taking in a breath before booming out:
"Apprentices! You have alot of learning to do, and so, I have decided since you are so numerous I will assemble a training patrol!" Called the Civil Affairs deputy, his voice loud and clear. Hopefully the youngsters would be as eager as he to participate.
Mar 30 2018, 03:07 PM
Wolf has grown restless, not in the way most would imagine it. The massive maine coon once known as the stone brick wall, cold and unmoving, strong and unrelenting, the severe civil affair's deputy Skyclan had grown to adore had grown obsessive over his mate and children after what had happened. Simply weeks previous the man's dear love and beloved children had been poisoned with the intent to kill and oh how close had they gotten to the verge of death. The smell of all that vomit and the sights of tears could not ever be erased from the deputy's mind, they'd flicker and flash whenever the slightest hint of a memory reached his thoughts. Memories of how almost dead Staccato had grown so soon afterwards, flashes of when soon after Stormkit had gone missing.
How could he have been such a let down?
To allow his family to become poisoned? To allow himself to neglect his only son to the point he felt the need to run away?
Wolfstrike was a failure and the foul-mouthed words never ceased to cross his mind. What sort of mate was he now that this had happened? What sort of father?
He didn't sleep - he couldn't sleep. How could he sleeps when the vivid images always seemed to return to him when his mind was at it's weakest point? How could he sleep when any second of any day Staccato could writhe in pain and contractions?
How? Well, he couldn't. Until now.
After a day of hunting and exasperation, Wolfstrike had bled himself dry trying to gather a good meal for his mate and remaining children but with his lack of energy and strengths he returned to camp with an empty maw and sunken eyes half-way hidden behind heavy lids until they dropped entirely, sending his sights black and suddenly, dead-smack in the middle of camp the tom topple over and collapsed onto his side, sleep sweeping him into a cold embrace as the cold cave air lapped at his flank.
Feb 11 2018, 06:57 PM
Leaf-bare was at its very peak. The air was stirred with freezing sub-zero winds that wracked the mountainous terrain and left the soil frozen beneath Wolfstrike's paws. With the current season and the weather that accompanied it prey was becoming far less abundant and therefore the fresh kill pile was running remarkably low in comparison to how filled it was during new leaf or Greenleaf With so many new hungry mouths the Civil Affairs deputy could not help but worry over the feat -- the clan couldn't afford a famine and so with that in mind, the gigantic tom decided to finally host a patrol to stock up the kill pile and dstart the week on a good paw.
Finding himself a spot to settle alongside the camp's borders, the large male would seat himself comfortably as olive eyes would observe the surrounding area, a quiet sigh drawing itself from his wide-set lungs before he'd boom in his thunderous voice of his;
"Warriors and Apprentices, I am holding a hunting patrol to stock our fresh kill pile. Feel free to join by me if you wish to come!"
Feb 6 2018, 03:37 PM
Outside the warriors den at the break of dawn, the sun not yet fully lofted into the early morning sky and the clan still quiet with sleep, Wolfstrike was sitting, trembling where he rested. His fur was bristled and ears pressed back, olive eyes fixated ahead into nothingness, his focus undivided despite the lack of a presence most cats would come to see.
I cannot believe you are doing this -- an outsider! The same thing that got me in trouble and now you indulge in it? You claim yourself as honourable but yet you act in such hypocrisy!
Screeched the voice of Sparrow who’s spirit stood before his brothers feet, amber eyes blazing with fury as his tail would lash out from behind his puffed body, face fixed into a scrunched frown as he sought answers.
Was disloyalty not what you murdered me for?
”It was not of my doing! Father was delusioned--”
Oh yes blame father for this now why dont you! Father is not why I am mad right now!
Thinking himself as to being alone, isolated, away from conscious ears and prying eyes, Wolfstrike would further argue with this demon linked to his heart as the sun would slowly rise
Jan 25 2018, 08:58 PM
Leafbeard, like it had always, stretched on for long and although for many it felt like forever, Wolf could have endured it for years and years to come considering his ancient homeland never spent a day away from the sight of snow. He knew how to manoeuvre himself efficiently over the thick layering of crystalized raindrops that encased the region with a sheet of white, he knew how to trek through even the worst terrains but ice? Surprisingly he knew little of ice. The waterbody he had lived alongside for the majority of his life was always liquid despite the below zero temperatures that racked the territory, one could bless the underground magma chambers for the hot springs he had been graced with, so, when he had travelled to the southern end of the territory in order to meet the river he was surprised to see it had iced over entirely and with a sigh, the gigantic brute would catch sight of minuscule footsprints within the snow which crossed the water's surface.
The clan could use some extra food laying around, so without further ado, the deputy stepped on,
claws sinking as he walked to prevent himself from slipping, his strides wavering as his tail swung to and fro in a desperate search for balance before a hind leg would split beneath his and he'd topple over against the ice, crashing to his side and with the shock of the incident he'd try to climb back onto his feet, only resulting in a comically long struggle which sent the tom skidding over the river's surface in hilariously uncomfortable positions before he'd finally sink claws into the ice to hold himself still,
chest heaving violently as his bristly tail stuck far out behind him, eyes wide with horror before he'd mutter out, mostly to himself;
"What am I going to do?"