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GHOSTSTRIKE

i aim low, i aim true, and the grounds where i go
ThunderClan
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5
Freshkill
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Pronouns
He / Him
Rank
Thunderclan Warrior
Played by
Dizzy
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I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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Ghost wouldn't consider himself a particularly curious cat. He stuck to what he knew, and when something he didn't know came along, he studied it meticulously-- not out of genuine interest, but because sometimes, that knowledge could be the difference between life and death.

But Thunderflash? Well, there was no shortage of curiosity in that one.

He'd tried to tell him it was pointless, that the scent and the trail clearly indicated in was just a random animal passing through-- hadn't even stopped to piss along the way-- but no. Instead, Thunderflash had insisted he 'lacked a sense of adventure', and 'needed to loosen up'. He was paraphrasing of course. What his clanmate had actually said was more along the lines of, 'Oh, come on, Ghostie. Stop actin' like yer at a wake-- get stuck in, have a laugh!".

He was sure that at this point the blue-eyed Stormguard was doing it on purpose, but the masked warrior didn't mind half as much as he let on.

"I think a wake might be more interesting at this point, Stormguard." Ghoststrike mused as they trudged along, having caught not even a glimpse of whatever animal they were tracking over 40 minutes later.

What the chocolate tabby had managed to do, however, was lead them right back to the sight of the old camp.

It looked different with the snow having melted, more lively-- though that could also be due to the fact that there were dozens and dozens of cats overhunting the place or using it as a battlefield.

"Come on." he said, nudging them with a broad shoulder. "Give up on this, and I'll practice hunting rabbits with you out in the fields. " he offered, knowing they weren't far off. A quick sprint through the trees, and there'd be nothing but prairie for miles around. After losing his last rabbit to Shadowclan, he wouldn't mind the extra practice-- or the excuse to be alone with his clanmate.

  • ooc : —Hi!!! The boys are casually following the scent of a weird animal, though they seem to lose it once they come to Fourtrees. Feel free to have your cat be out here for whatever reason as well to interact! Thunderflash is open to making friends while his definitely-not-boyfriend, Ghoststrike, get's a lesson on how to socialize in a non-hostile enviroment. This is meant to be a mostly chill thread if possible! Please wait for @THUNDERFLASH to post first!​
  • 💀 mentoring Cinderpaw
    💀 no living relations
    💀 unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
    💀 thunderclan warrior- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

 
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Personally, Thunderflash thinks that Ghoststrike doesn't have a sense of whimsy. Well, he knows that he does. Ghoststrike doesn't do anything halfassed or lazy, he doesn't daydream, he's very much by the letter. A hot breath left his lips, a snort following moments later, paws wearing a path they hadn't traveled too long ago. Coming back here of all places was a little unnerving- he almost died, if the scarring down his side was anything to speak on. The spirits they had seen, the... the memory of Ghoststrike protecting, saving him... it makes it a little harder to breathe was it was just the two of them.

"No, it wouldn't. Y' just don' like livin', Ghostie." He cheesed in response, but his tone was half-hearted, vision staring out at the former camp. He swallows lightly, adverting his gaze from the nest where Fray had died, where Hawthorne had promised to lead them. Ghoststrike nudges him, and he makes a noncommittal noise in response. "Aye, no' a bad idea." Thunderflash said, but- his ear twitched, tail lifting in silent warning to Ghoststrike. Baby blue eyes snapped around the former camp, having detected something or someone. "Oi, anyone out there?" He called, taking a half-step forward. Was it like the.. what were they. Skyclan? Was it them?

  • "speech"
  • THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty-three moons.
    a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
    mentored by who / mentoring no one
    whichever relations / want listed
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
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Hollowmumble, -- 35 Moons / Barn Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.
Tagging @GHOSTSTRIKE @THUNDERFLASH @Merrystalk

Hollow and Merry had been hunting in the wide open plains, today. Very successfully, too! They managed to catch a squirrel and a mouse earlier, which they had buried as they continued on their way to see if they could catch anything more. They would collect them on their way back to camp, and almost turned around to do so, when they ended up doing a bit of exploring. Hollow didn't mind Merry's curiosity, she was a bit curious too what the odd place was just outside of the wide open prairie.

So she has trailed along behind him as they explored, staring at the towering trees above them and curious little things around that made her think it may have been inhabited at some point, though any scents were dulled and long gone now. Or so she thought, as it wasn't even a moment later before someone called out, making her jump and her fur stand on end. The slightly breeze was blowing away from them, making it difficult to smell anything in the direction it came from. She cast a worried glance at Merry, heart racing. She didn't recognize the voice, meaning it couldn't be any of the barncats. [Or Windclan cats, she corrected distainfully.]

She could only be thankful that she wasn't alone, as she peeked her head out from where she was standing behind one of the towering trees to look around, eyes locking onto the two strangers within the space between the trees.

 
—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦


Obviously, Merry found great joy in a good hunt, especially one with one of his closest friends at his side. With all the hubbub of the last moon or so, it was relaxing to return to normalcy, as much as that was possible then. Though Merry's wandering mind got the best of him, he had come to the edge of the moors plenty of times, but the great trees in the center, where some cats used to live not so long ago, he and Harefoot realised it was vacant. So, of course, with the pair nearing the border of the trees, the tom had convinced Hollow to check it out with him, maybe just to see if there was anything different prey-wise as it met in a weird middle ground between different types of terrain.

Though there was something interesting in the air, the faint scent of strange cats, nothing new given the area, but Merry was more interested in the scent of a peculiar kind of prey; he wasn't all too sure what it was, but the mouser-at-heart lit up nonetheless. He approached the trees, ears darting about until he and Hollow picked up on something at the same time. It seemed his assumption that the scent of strange cats wasn't old, just faint from the tailwind. The two glanced at each other, hearing a pair of unfamiliar voices. Hollow seemed far more nervous, and realistically, Merry knew he should be too, but the cats didn't seem aggressive, and the area didn't seem to be anyone's territory, not like how Skyclan seemed fervent to have the Windclan cats keep on their side of the gorge.

With a reassuring smile to Hollow, Merry stepped out with a smile, shoulders relaxed. Just as long as the cats didn't seem to want to cause him harm, he had no reason to rush in with hackles up. "Well, fancy seein' a pair've new faces!" He hummed, it seemed like the brown tom had noticed them already, so trying to hide would make it seem as if they were trying to be sneaky. "Hope we ain't y'all, just wandered down here lookin' fer prey." The tortie clicked, looking to the pair before him.

Now, closer up, he couldn't even recognise their scent, definitely not Skyclan, that was for sure. "Say. Really ain't seen y'all before, where 'bout do ya' both come from then?" He questioned, he'd not ventured out from the moors, not really, so the places outside of it were foreign to him, didn't seem to be the twoleg-owned types for sure, scarring on the pair of them just screamed feral cats. Another clan, perhaps? It didn't seem all too farfetched to Merry, really, if there was a Windclan and a Skyclan, something like a... Rainclan maybe wasn't too out of the blue.

  • Merrystalk
    ✦—Windclan moor-runner | 26 Moons
    ✦—He/Him
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
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FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE
EMPTINESS MACHINE

Russetfall was trying to make up for lost time- while the rest of Riverclan had been able to explore their territory to its fullest, she had been confined to the medicine den for the the first moon. Today her paws had led her along the river surrounding their territory and across the rocks lined like stepping stones to the giant tree she'd seen in the distance. As far as she was aware, no one had been there yet and so the tabby had decided to take it upon herself to investigate. A single cat patrol was probably not the best idea, but asking anyone for anything was a hurdle that was yet to be crossed. Besides Russetfall had done just fine on her own before she came across the shipyard all those moons ago.

Faint voices reached her ears as she drew closer and her pace slowed. Had she wandered into Skyclan's territory? Thunderclan's? She recalled Adderfang's story of his encounter with the former and frowned. She decided that she did not fancy being caught alone by such an uppity group of cats.

Breaking through the treeline, the owners of the voices came into view and the Life Guard relaxed her shoulders somewhat. OK. Four cats. It seemed not all of them knew each other even so the chances of being attacked seemed far less likely than she expected. It seemed that they'd startled each other if the black molly was anything to go by.

Clearing her throat to announce her presence, Russet stepped forward. "I heard voices and came to investigate," She called out, tucking her tail neatly around her paws. "Am I right in assuming this is Skyclan and Thunderclan I'm having the pleasure of meeting?"

The two toms joined at the hip were Thunderclan, she supposed. The other two though... They didn't strike her as Skyclan, based on Adder's description. Two rogues caught passing through, perhaps?

"My name is Russetfall, I'm a Life Guard of Riverclan." The self-introduction came surprisingly easily out of her maw, though the title felt clumsy on her tongue still. Something that would, hopefully, change with time.


ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE
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RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
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