HE/HIM
12 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PRECOGNITION | PHYSICAL
PENNED BY PLOT
His body was still sore from the fight with the dogs, his pride still strong from the Clan meeting. Briarfox had slept well tonight, dreaming of bringing glory to his Clan and his name. He'd done it, without the help of family or by sucking up to their leader or by foolish decision.
He'd earned every pawstep he'd taken to get here, and while he celebrated, he celebrated alone.
His sleeping form traveled across the border of ThunderClan territory, leaving his victorious battle behind, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself walking in a deep forest, the scent of dead leaves and moss almost choking him. He glanced around, curious - he'd never seen such a forest before, where the sun and stars didn't breach the canopy. Pawsteps that were not his own cracked a twig or crunch leaves, and he turned around to see another cat - one he did not recognize - standing before him, enshrouded in the cover the forest provided.
"Who are you?" he asked, his tail tip flicking warily.
He'd earned every pawstep he'd taken to get here, and while he celebrated, he celebrated alone.
His sleeping form traveled across the border of ThunderClan territory, leaving his victorious battle behind, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself walking in a deep forest, the scent of dead leaves and moss almost choking him. He glanced around, curious - he'd never seen such a forest before, where the sun and stars didn't breach the canopy. Pawsteps that were not his own cracked a twig or crunch leaves, and he turned around to see another cat - one he did not recognize - standing before him, enshrouded in the cover the forest provided.
"Who are you?" he asked, his tail tip flicking warily.
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