Post by Petrichor on Jun 20, 2013 22:51:30 GMT -5
Apprentice Stormpaw of BloodClan
Touch my brother and you'll wish you were dead.
It was peaceful. Stormpaw hadn't felt such peace since it was only himself and Stonepaw out on their own together. Stonepaw had wandered off somewhere, but they had both agreed to meet back in the Catacombs. The moon was but a sliver in the sky, the stars were shining brightly, and crickets were chirping off somewhere in the distance. The stench of rotting flesh wasn't so bad away from the catacombs, and he could see _____'s territory from his vantage point in between the spikes on the graveyard fence. It was close to ____'s border, but he was far enough away to where it wouldn't be considered trespassing.
Peaceful indeed.
There were storm clouds over ThunderClan's territory, but they weren't emitting lightning and they were far enough away to where he didn't have to be scared.
Stormpaw looked around, deduced nothing was amiss, and since he wasn't expected on a patrol or hunting party any time soon, he jumped off the fence and ducked into an underground tunnel, presumably made by some badger long ago. It was warm, quiet, and peaceful. Stormpaw wrapped himself into a ball and began to fall asleep.
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Crack!
Stormpaw startled suddenly, his fur standing on edge. Bad memories surfaced at his mind, but looking at his surroundings, although dark, he could tell that he was still underground and thus in no danger of being electrified.
Stonepaw.
Was Stonepaw all right? Stormpaw forced himself to be calm and took a step towards the entrance, towards his brother, when he felt something. Something in the air. Something he had trained himself to sense so long ago.
"...I know you're there. I'd suggest you reveal your identity, Clan, and intentions before I rip you in half." His adaptation echoed his voice to sound confident and stronger than he really was, even though he was rather nervous and would lose in a purely physical confrontation without Stonepaw by his side. Still, it was incredibly dark, he smelled like BloodClan, and his ancestor's hereditary charisma all worked to his advantage.
"Now, before I get angry."