The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Subject: Red Smoke, Falling Feathers [Redfall] Mon 7 Dec 2020 - 9:35
The days with the rogues occupying Skyclan's camp and territory passed with an agonizing slowness. Smokefeather's claws itched to rend through their sorry pelts, itched for violence that she was prevented. Their numbers were simply far too many, and she had no death wish. Bloodstrike was still gone, and Smokefeather would do what she had to to avoid making things any harder than they needed to be.
That didn't mean she would enjoy it.
Dropping a quail onto the fresh-kill pile, she stalked away from her escort when he looked as if he were about to say something, tail lashing and baring her teeth at him in warning. The tom was large, larger even than Beechface, and was quite possibly one of the most obnoxious creatures Smokefeather had the misfortune of knowing. He was overly friendly in a way that made her want to claw his ears off, and she very well might have lost her patience and done so right there had he not wisely decided to back off and go somewhere else.
Her own spot near the warrior's den was blissfully unoccupied, so Smokefeather reluctantly sat. From the twitching of her tail, it was clear that she was far from relaxed, but the tension in her shoulders wouldn't subside until the rogues in camp were gone and Bloodstrike had been returned to the clan healthy. Neither of which seemed likely to happen now.
