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: Back to a Life of Color [C] Wed 4 Sep 2024 - 13:28
Firetreader"Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you" -T1 Warrior-
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Firetreader shot a look towards the rest of the hunting patrol as they chattered on like squirrels, his eyes narrowed. At this rate, they wouldn't get anything done by the time the sun set. With an annoyed snort, he broke off from the rest of the warriors, his tail whipping back and forth, and shoved his way through the undergrowth. Stomping away like a badger, he likely wouldn't find any prey either, but that thought didn't even occur to the tortoiseshell tom. The sun had been baking him nearly all day, along with the rest of the clan, but that was precisely why Falconmoon had sent them out so late in the afternoon, so they could hunt without overheating in minutes.
Snarling, he kicked a pebble to the side and ducked beneath a low-hanging branch. SkyClan was complacent now that things were calm. He couldn't convince them that it was foolish to grow comfortable, but they'd see for themselves...eventually. When greenleaf gave way to leaf fall and leafbare and prey began to hide underground, they'd understand again. When illness gripped their clan and they wished they'd prepared better when they'd had the chance, he'd be there to lift his chin and know he was right. He'd be there to help lift everyone from devastation. Exactly how Sunfire used to.
Finally, Firetreader slowed his pace and took a deep breath, the anger from before simmering into a low boil. He padded carefully onward, the bubbling creek echoing through the trees ahead, and sniffed the air. If nobody else was going to take this hunting patrol seriously, he'd have to catch everything he could. The prey seemed content to hide in their holes, though, so the young warrior continued, ears pricked for any promising sounds.
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