Feed the Hunger - big game hunting

[Ashmoon]

C'mon and leave your mark - Vandalize my heart!

indent A lot had changed for Ashmoon in just a few days. A new name, new home, new way of life. It was a whole lot to take in. However, despite everything - the bloodshed that had lead them here, the disillusion of the colony, the disastrous last fight with Vampire - He held a small flicker of hope in his heart. Maybe this was a sign to start over, to trace things back to the beginning and push forward on a new path. 'I don't want to be a downtrodden bait cat from the city anymore. I want to serve Thunderclan and Juniperstar, to the fullest of my abilities. That's the sort of cat 'Ashmoon' is.'

indentMoods around camp had been, understandably, pretty dire. Even pushing aside the dire circumstances, leaf-bare is always a melancholy time of year. The harsh cold bites at the nose and paws, and the stillness of the forest leaves one feeling a bit hollow. Not to mention the lack of food, which was worse this year more than others. 'I could help, though. It's well within my abilities to fix this.' She couldn't do it alone, though. The quarry she had in mind was a bit too much for one cat alone, no matter how big or how powerful. She scans the camp, looking for a capable candidate, and quickly makes her decision.

indentGhost is waiting idly about camp. Although his face is steely and stoic, Ashmoon can see the boredom tainting the edges of his expression. The tomcat had been doing quite a bit of 'nothing', recently. Allegedly, he was just biding his time to ensure Thunderflash doesn't keel over before he leaves for greener pastures. His act isn't very convincing. Ashmoon can't help but be a bit bitter, thinking about how idyllic a love story Ghost seems to have gotten. 'Another brute from the city, but he gets a happy ending. good for him.'

indentPlacing his personal concerns aside, Ghost really is the best cat for the job. He's large, and more than strong enough for Ashmoon's means. And he definitely wasn't busy helping in any other ways.
"You." Ashmoon says, coldly, as he approaches Ghost. "Come with me. I need help with something."

Ashmoon | 30 moons | Warrior of Thunderclanysdfgjuoiuyufgduuhgjyfg

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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It'd been a few weeks since the clan had settled in their new camp, and still, Ghost remained unnamed as a Thunderclan warrior. Rightfully so, a part of him would chime each time the topic was broached in his head, and yet it was getting to a point where not even he could deny the fact that he should have been gone days ago if his only motivation was Thunder. It was clear the cats insides were going to stay inside and that there was enough food in these parts to support the group.

So what was he still doing here?

"You."

Dark eyes flicker up in time to catch the approach of one of the newer named cats, an odd looking thing with shaggy fur draped over their topside. They weren't among the few who'd made a habit of approaching him from time to time, but he recognised the names 'Werewolf' and 'Ashmoon' well enough to know what to call them by.

And apparently, they needed the tabbys help with something.

Lips slumped into a subtle frown despite the curved scar of a permanent half-smile tugging persistently upwards, suspicious even though he really had no reason to be aside from the tone he was met with. He'd been living side-by-side with these cats– Thunderclan– for weeks without issue, no sign of any traitors in their midst, but old habits die hard, particularly with cats who might think they hold authority over him.

With the Coalition gone, no cat owned Ghost anymore.

But, he was trying to do better. Trying to understand what 'normalcy' was for a cat out in the real world. And for the forest-dwellers that seemed to mean helping each other– even the ones with attitude or a tonal problem.

"Lead on, then." came his gruff response, even though he'd been half-tempted to tell them to sod off and bother another cat. The truth of the matter was that their assessment hadn't bee inaccurate; Ghost was bored, still caught in that veil of uncertainty where he was unsure of how to act on his own accord, still looking for boundaries and orders and harsh lessons learned.

"And explain." he added as he got to his paws, not about to go chasing after their heels like some obedient puppy just because they'd requested his presence.
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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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