TW: Sensitive Content Private Backwritten Territory SPEAK TO ME IN THE BACK SEAT = [ ghoststrike ]

[THUNDERFLASH]

Stepping out of the leader's den felt instantly freeing, but the bubbling of emotion behind his eyes didn't help. Not when his eyes stung like this, not when his shoulder still cried out in pain if he moved from. His ears flattened against his skull, moving from what had been a charged, and frankly loud, environment. Between the wound on his shoulder that was briefly treated and the screaming and the utter bomb that got dropped on him all at once, his head ached. Thunderflash's eyes remained on the ground as he moved through camp, from the leaders den to the entrance, slipping free. And the instant he was free, paws were drumming against the ground, heading towards Fourtrees.

Measured breathing followed, the only way that he knew how to run now. Early morning runs were the only thing that were getting him up early, but spending the time with Ghoststrike alone was rewarding, and not only that, he was forced to learn how to run properly. Not just sprinting to his destination. His paws drummed evenly on the ground, despite the way he wished to run wild, to yowl and scream until his throat was dry. No, that wasn't any good, not right now. It was only going to get him killed. So he ran, until his paws ached, until his shoulder was screaming and likely bleeding worse. He ran, until it came into sight.

Thunderflash didn't know why he ran here. Maybe, because things were simpler, back then. Maybe because he wasn't stuck between his clan hating him, and a leader breathing at his throat like she might rip it out. Boar-headed. He stopped, shoulders heaving and chest ragged with breaths he struggled to breath in, leaning against a fallen old hollowed out log, where he had been stuck inside twice. He thinks, possibly by choice, but maybe not. Maybe Ghoststrike had kept him there on purpose. Slowly he sags into a sitting position, head tilting backwards to lean against the log. No, he hadn't even made it out of the borders. How laughable to think that this log, of all of them, still remained within the borders.

Blue eyes widened, snapping towards where had come from, the sound of approaching pawsteps causing him to stand once more, despite how tired he was.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

• "speech"
  // right after the skirmish -> juniper private with tav
  // @GHOSTSTRIKE
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty one 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.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WON'T SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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While Ghoststrike did not appear angered at a glance, he certainly wasn't happy with the latest development. Sables lot– Shadowclan-- was closer than ever, and despite Juniperstars insistence that she had things under control, todays encountered had proved fully to him that she in fact, did not. Brightpetal wasn't ready. She wasn't ready. None of these cats were. They had no idea what kind of monster was sitting on their doorstep, or what their attempt at showing it patience and fairness would do. These were the cats who'd attacked early the night of the battle in an attempt to turn the tides in their favour. Who then hunted Hawthorne down on his way to get his lives and killed him.

Now they were taking territory as well,

As irritated as he was by all of it, he didn't slink off to go train or to unalive whatever poor piece of prey crossed paths with him out in the forest. Instead, he lingered in camp while Thunder was pulled into the leaders den to be torn a new one.

Ghost couldn't say he disagreed. He hadn't changed his mind about them being too quick to jump into things– like a speeding monster with no thunderpath to guide it, wanting to run down anything in it's way regardless of the damage it received for it's recklessness.

He wondered if Thunderflash had ever seen what happened to a speeding monster when it smashed into something stronger than it.

The muffled shouting match from the old tree trunk didn't last long. Out of the leaders den, right past Serpentberrys, and up the side of the ravine Thunderflash went, frowning and tense and still fucking bleeding.

And Ghost was tempted to let them go. To let them deal with the fallout of nausea and dizziness and potential infection that was sure to come from running through the territory with a bleeding wound. If he was back in the Coalition he wouldn't have looked twice in the pups directions, but… things were different here, Thunderflash was different. It pissed him off to no end, but it didn't change the fact that the night of Sables betrayal, Ghost hadn't been able to leave him behind.

How could he, when there was so much fucking trust in those eyes every time they looked at him? When it made him feel like just as much of a traitor for turning his back?

So Ghost had gone back for him. Had accepted that they were clanmates. And he was trying to act the part, even if he was a gruff, anti-social, hardass most of the time.

Which meant he couldn't just sit there while Thunder let his emotions get the better of him again.

His pace was slower than the irate, watery-eyed sun guards as he ascended the quarries wall and disappeared into the woodland beyond. He was in no particular rush, figuring Thunder could do with a few minuted to cool off anyway, but he wasn't in the mood to linger long.

Eventually he did catch up, recognizing the spot without much surprise. He wasn't sure why this place was so important to the other, but it wasn't the first time he'd found them here and he doubted it would be the last.

Thunderflash was leaning against the old log, shoulder bloody as he panted for breath, expression one of frustration and pain. A large paw came down rather purposefully on a nearby stick as he moved among the brush, and dark eyes narrowed as Thunder shakily forced his way to his paws with wide eyes.

He wouldn't have even known I was here if I hadn't just announced myself. he thought darkly, and while most cats didn't tend to hear him coming, in a state like this Thunderflash was particularly vulnerable. Bloody, unsteady on his feet, and probably coming off his second adrenaline rush after being screamed at by Juniper, Ghost doubted he had his head on straight enough to react right to a predator or enemy.

"If I'd been a fox, you'd be dead right now." The words were calm spoken as he emerged, but not in a good way. There was something cold about them, a sharpened edge to match his glare that wasn't normally pointed in the mocha cats direction. Annoyance. Disapproval.

Not quite the white-hot-rage Juniperstar had directed at him, but the message was clear just the same; you fucked up and I'm not happy.

"Full of 'bright ideas' today, aren't you?"

A question without real need for answer as he made his way over, gaze dropping from blue eyes to the red-stained fur along their shoulder. It wasn't gushing blood, but Ghost knew enough about injuries to know the sluggish bleeding hadn't been given time to properly clot thanks to Thunders impromptu run, and that it was probably throbbing like a bitch.

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thunderclan warrior- male - a towering dark tabby with a white mask and dark amber eyes.

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[THUNDERFLASH]

Where hope had flickered, perhaps someone to lick his wounds, a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen to his frustrations, it was snuffed out like a dying ember. Ghoststrike looked just as pissed as normal, yet the tone he used caused Thunderflash to hesitate. Very, very rarely had this tone ever passed his way- actually, he couldn't remember a time it did. Maybe it had happened during his 'almost-dying' moment, but Thunderflash couldn't speak to it. The cool undertones to seemingly normal words, yet the threat they carried anyways made his spine all but crawl. Instead of rolling over and baring his neck to this, his ears drew backwards, the anger that he hadn't been able to quell against Juniperstar flaring once more.

"Feels like everyone would be happier with tha', right at tha' moment." He says back, matching ice for fire, tongue sharper then he intended it. He didn't want pity or a threat or support this is a lie, this is a lie, this is a lie, he just wanted space. Annoyance and disapproval. Not only was that thematic for his life, it was showing it's ways in many facets. Juniperstar barking at him to take ownership of what he had done. That it wasn't just his life on the line. Ghoststrike baring his disappointment for Thunderflash to mull over, given the fact he could have gotten himself killed.

.. He doesn't want that, does he?

He ignores the ringing thoughts in his brain, the wound on his shoulder screaming for attention, even as Ghoststrike looms over him. Blue eyes, thunderstormed over, narrowed at him briefly then dropped away. Even he couldn't deny the guilt eating at him. "Shu' up. I already know. Go' a fuckin' earful already." He starts quiet, the anger tensing his neck and spine. "Needed t' think. Didn't wan' to see Serpentberry. Couldn't bear t' see her face." Thunderflash says, sentences short and disjunctioned, thoughts pieced together like they were nothing but afterthoughts. "Couldn't bear t' see anyone." He says.

Thunderflash is still looking away as he attempts to sit back against the log, gnawing on his cheek. It's starting to taste like iron, the longer he does.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

• "speech"
  

• 

• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty one 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.