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Mar 1 2018, 12:23 AM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 60%; height: 70%;">He was a disgrace.
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He had run away from his home, the guilt festering inside him becoming too much. He didn't deserve it. He could never see himself as leader. He almost felt like he didn't have the right to lead his clan, doomed to failure from the start, as he had always been told. He wasn't fit for it,
especially since he had been the cause of his brother's death. He had already betrayed Shadowclan when he killed him, the memory of his mangled body on the Thunderpath still fresh on his mind, the image against his eyelids every time he closed his eyes. It was probably for the best he had left, not sticking around to run the clan into the dirt.
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But, despite priding himself on being the independent type, Comfreyfrost had never truly been on his own. He was used to being surrounded by clan-mates, having a pile of fresh-kill to get pickings from, and overall just having warrior duties to attend to on the daily. Now, he was roaming the lands where only those that belonged to no group wandered. He hadn't fared well those first few days, run-ins with other cats earning him scratches and wounds he wasn't sure how to tend to, though they were luckily never enough to cause much worry.
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Then he met his new companion. He wouldn't call him a friend-he had never been the type to make friends-but he almost appreciated the company. It was better than being out there alone. He had at first been unsure about keeping him around, though he decided that it would probably benefit him, having someone his size around. Though his timidness definitely outweighed his physical assets. Besides that, there was a small, underlying reason why he had chosen to stick with him. But that was something he would never admit to.
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The pair had taken refuge in an abandoned burrow, the smell of some big animal faint in the hole that had been dug out from under the roots of the tree. He was returning there now,
his meal for the day in his mouth, a puny vole dripping blood onto his tongue. His stomach rumbled, hunger pangs clawing at his sides. Still, he couldn't complain, just accept that this was how it was now. He ducked down into the burrow and dug into the prey hungrily.
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It was chilly out. The wind whistled, stirring up dead leaves, which crunched under Comfreyfrost's paws as he walked. The cold didn't bother him, considering his thick coat. Clouds choked the sky, casting shadows over the ground, the sun only peeking out every now and then. He yawned, his muscles aching from exhaustion. He had woken up unusually early and was paying for it now. But he chose to go out as he usually did, avoiding his clan-mates and any conversation.
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Along his walk, he stopped to catch a few pieces of prey, burying them to bring back later. He wasn't going to be a free-loader, he was willing to work for his place in the clan. Every so often, he'd tolerate going on patrol with other warriors.
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While he caught most things to bring back, he would get something for himself, mostly when he was too far away or just didn't feel like going back. He settled down under a tree, settled against it's trunk and eyeing the mouse at his paws. As he leaned down to take a bite, however, a rustle from some bushes caught his attention. He lifted his gaze and studied his surroundings warily, then decided it was nothing. It was probably just a clan-mate of his.
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But then it sounded again. Suspicion crept up on him, rising up to stand and stalking over carefully, watching. When nothing moved and it grew silent, he turned away, shaking his head at his paranoia. Then he stiffened up at the sight of another cat, an unfamiliar scent clinging to their fur, bent over his kill.
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A low rumble of a growl grew in his throat. He took a step forward, but they had lifted their head, eyes meeting for a brief moment before they took off. "Hey!" he quickly followed after them. Their orange coat was blatant against the bleak territory, making it easy to keep sight of them. He pushed himself to keep up, leaping over curling roots and rotten logs, his paws moving quickly to catch them.
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<b>name ||</b> comfreykit --> comfreypaw --> comfreyfrost<br>
<b>gender/pronouns ||</b> male, he/him<br>
<b>sexuality ||</b> bisexual<br>
<b>age ||</b> 25 moons<br>
<b>clan ||</b> shadowclan<br>
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<b>appearance ||</b> Comfreyfrost is of medium height, with a sturdy build. He isn't overly strong or muscular, but he isn't weak, either. His thick coat is silver and white, the white covering his muzzle, chest, stomach, and some of his tail. Darker stripes run along his body and ring around his tail. His eyes are slanted and usually bored-looking, colored a piercing yellow.
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Cinderflower was once a warrior of Thunderclan. However, that changed when she met a loner named Raven, who she fell in love with. He proposed that they run away together, as it would be safer for them and their children to be away from the clans. Despite not wanting to leave her family behind, Cinderflower agreed, albeit hesitantly.
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<a href="http://warriorcatsarpg.com/index.php?showtopic=2940">drop it into the sea</a> open, introduction thread<br>
<a href="http://warriorcatsarpg.com/index.php?showtopic=2978">he did what he had to do</a> open, loner thief on shadowclan territory<br>
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The breeze that blew past was strong and slightly chilly. The sky above was cloudless, a perfect blue sea, which he took a moment to simply admire. He'd been out all morning, as he usually was. He often wasn't in camp and instead out in the territory, doing whatever. He didn't quite enjoy being around so many other cats, their eyes tingling his back and their conversations seeming to echo his name. That's why he scarfed down his meal and left.
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Comfreyfrost opened his mouth slightly, tasting the air. The smell of mouse lingered in the air. A flash of brown against grey caught his attention. His eyes darted around, searching for the source. His tongue rolled across his lips, still hungry. He lowered his body down into a crouch and focused on where he believed his prey to be, claws unsheathing and flexing. Stalking forward, he quietly went from rock to rock, pausing as the mouse suddenly scampered out into the open.
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It lifted it's head, sniffing. He was silent, watching. He pushed back on his paws, pouncing forward towards his target, unsuspecting. Paws enveloping it, he grabbed it between his teeth, biting down and feeling it go limp in his jaws. Blood seeped along his tongue.
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