October's Activity Reward Claim is up! See your clan's OOC board to post in the claim thread.
x
The patchwork tom hardly finds time to walk on his own when it comes to hunting or patrols, he knows that it's safer in numbers rather than on his own, but he's capable of handling himself and whatever the forest may throw at him. His paws carry him through the woodland territory that makes up Thunderclan's home, his ears occasionally curving in certain directions at the softest of sounds, and it doesn't take long until he catches the sight of a bird; a pigeon. Blisteringfury wouldn't be picky with whatever he ends up bringing back to camp, his muscles rippling underneath his mismatched pelt, and his pupils narrowing into dangerous slits as he focuses on the bird. He wonders if it struggles to find any food itself and how long it would be before a lot of the birds end up leaving to search for warmer weather where they don't risk starving.
One wrong pawstep and its head lifts, the pigeon quickly unfurls its wings to fly and leaps forth into the air but the ranger is swift on his paws. He closes the tail-length of a distance between them and knocks it out of the air with outstretched claws, droplets of scarlet painting the ground, and the avian flailing around as it continues to try flying away from him. It struggles in doing so but Blister simply follows not realizing how close he is to the Thunderpath and he finally slams a paw down to capture the bird with his claws. The creature flails around as if slapping the tomcat's limb would cause him to release it and he doesn't hesitate to allow his head to dip as his teeth latch around its thin neck.
The body finally goes limps once he yanks at flesh to break it and cause feel the way that the blood paints his jaws. Despite the scent of copper, he manages to pick up another one and his head lifts from his kill only to find a growl emitting from his throat. A scowl forms on his face as he realizes who it is that stares at him from across the Thunderpath. "Dunehusk." There's no warmth in his voice, he held none of it for the tom that had abandoned him especially in his hour of need, and had run off to Shadowclan with Blacktree leaving him behind to raise his brood on his own. Even if there's a faint flutter of his heart within his chest, his mind cages whatever feelings stir from the battered thing, and his tail lashes behind him.
He's ready to part from this scene and to give his former mate the cold shoulder yet his paws remain frozen to the ground as if the leaf-bare frost had formed upon them and made it difficult to leave. His heart seems to fight back with a sense of hopefulness and truthfully, Blisteringfury knows that nothing might come out of this interaction and he might be lucky enough if Dunehusk left him first… he had expertise in that regard. His claws flex against the ground prepared for whatever may happen, whether it be for better or worse.
One wrong pawstep and its head lifts, the pigeon quickly unfurls its wings to fly and leaps forth into the air but the ranger is swift on his paws. He closes the tail-length of a distance between them and knocks it out of the air with outstretched claws, droplets of scarlet painting the ground, and the avian flailing around as it continues to try flying away from him. It struggles in doing so but Blister simply follows not realizing how close he is to the Thunderpath and he finally slams a paw down to capture the bird with his claws. The creature flails around as if slapping the tomcat's limb would cause him to release it and he doesn't hesitate to allow his head to dip as his teeth latch around its thin neck.
The body finally goes limps once he yanks at flesh to break it and cause feel the way that the blood paints his jaws. Despite the scent of copper, he manages to pick up another one and his head lifts from his kill only to find a growl emitting from his throat. A scowl forms on his face as he realizes who it is that stares at him from across the Thunderpath. "Dunehusk." There's no warmth in his voice, he held none of it for the tom that had abandoned him especially in his hour of need, and had run off to Shadowclan with Blacktree leaving him behind to raise his brood on his own. Even if there's a faint flutter of his heart within his chest, his mind cages whatever feelings stir from the battered thing, and his tail lashes behind him.
He's ready to part from this scene and to give his former mate the cold shoulder yet his paws remain frozen to the ground as if the leaf-bare frost had formed upon them and made it difficult to leave. His heart seems to fight back with a sense of hopefulness and truthfully, Blisteringfury knows that nothing might come out of this interaction and he might be lucky enough if Dunehusk left him first… he had expertise in that regard. His claws flex against the ground prepared for whatever may happen, whether it be for better or worse.
-
ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?
-
BLISTERINGFURYTHUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/ITx"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone
venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.
