SLICK
We'll tell them we're the riot hearts rebellion!
We'll tell them we're the riot hearts rebellion!
Loner/Rogue
{$title} Mini-patrol, from Cornfield camp
This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom
SLICK, He/Him / 17 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son ofUMBRA, mother unknown, Adoptive brother to SLY and SLASH
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
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NOTE: This thread takes place during PHASE 2 of the Latesummer Downpour event, after the clan is separated into severeal groups.
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of
Has some issues with authority but only in the sense that his sense of morals are very strong, stubborn yet calm, almost dangerously selfless
Tagging [@]
NOTE: This thread takes place during PHASE 2 of the Latesummer Downpour event, after the clan is separated into severeal groups.
All things considered, Slick wasn't entirely sure of his standing here. Now, sure, he didn't super care for what others thought about him, he just wanted to help... The thing that caused him to question his confidence here was, as much as he had tried to help, he felt awkward as an outsider even if he knew a pawful of cats that called Windclan home- Meadow being one of them among the group that gathered in the cornfield. Slick was used to the odd colony, he was used to just passing through with his small crew- his family. This was just so different from how he lived, this 'clan' stuff... It had a strange weight to it that he couldn't explain. As though it beckoned him but he was unsure how to approach, or if he even should, as if he felt that he wasn't worthy of it. Regardless, he could at least hold himself to his moral code, at least he could continue to do the right thing as he believed he did when he charged in to assist the cats of Windclan. He might not be one of them, but he was still him. For now, that had to be good enough.
Slick had chosen to keep to himself somewhat unless he was asked by Meadow to help, but now with most cats being busy or doing something else he chose to take a look around the immediate area as safely as he could. The rain didn't seem to be getting any worse, but the bad news was that it didn't get any better. It was almost as if a river had formed through the area, blocking off some sections of the territory with meter wide rushing water far too dangerous to cross. Slick would only dare to do so without a second thought if he saw someone had fallen in. "... This is awful." Slick frowned, trying his best to see if he could find some landmarks, or better yet, other Windclanners.
Thankful for the overall flatness of the land here, Slick managed to spot a few defining landmarks past the barriers of water. Past one of these, there was a tall series of rocks, unbothered by these freak flash currents, beyond another there looked to be some fallen yellow thing, and over the last flow of rushing water was further away but it lead towards the trees in the distance. It looked quite dire, Slick's ears fell back in shame that he had no way to progress, that was until he heard something, voices! His ears flicked as he tried to sniff the air too, and he got faint scents similar to that of the others in the cornfield. "Hey! A-are there any Windclanners out there!? Can you hear me!? I-I'm with some of your lot up here in the cornfield!"
Slick had chosen to keep to himself somewhat unless he was asked by Meadow to help, but now with most cats being busy or doing something else he chose to take a look around the immediate area as safely as he could. The rain didn't seem to be getting any worse, but the bad news was that it didn't get any better. It was almost as if a river had formed through the area, blocking off some sections of the territory with meter wide rushing water far too dangerous to cross. Slick would only dare to do so without a second thought if he saw someone had fallen in. "... This is awful." Slick frowned, trying his best to see if he could find some landmarks, or better yet, other Windclanners.
Thankful for the overall flatness of the land here, Slick managed to spot a few defining landmarks past the barriers of water. Past one of these, there was a tall series of rocks, unbothered by these freak flash currents, beyond another there looked to be some fallen yellow thing, and over the last flow of rushing water was further away but it lead towards the trees in the distance. It looked quite dire, Slick's ears fell back in shame that he had no way to progress, that was until he heard something, voices! His ears flicked as he tried to sniff the air too, and he got faint scents similar to that of the others in the cornfield. "Hey! A-are there any Windclanners out there!? Can you hear me!? I-I'm with some of your lot up here in the cornfield!"
We're done with taking what they're giving, over faking it
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts
today