Open Backwritten Event Territory Taste the Air, I Know a Storm is Coming, Can't be Scared this Time

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This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom

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SLICK, He/Him / 17 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, 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 1 of the Latesummer Downpour event

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Within the moons that he had since stumbled across Windclan, Slick had been hanging around the area for a while waiting to see if he could find his brothers. His search radius increased as he went further out but he always found himself gravitating back around to the farmland even as the weather continued to brew something nasty up above. It was as though he had to be around here, which he just chalked up to having an instinct as to where his brothers were at. He never thought it could be much more than that.

In any case, he was hunting for something to munch on early on in the day, the mud that was splattered everywhere and the rain that was coming down hardly made it easy but he eventually got his sights on some decent prey which he chased and chased and chased, unintentionally passing the border of Windclan's territory- normally he would have at least stopped and waited out of respect for the few Windclanners he had met rather than respect of any sort of rule but the downpour seemed to have partially washed away some of the border's scent- or at least enough for Slick to not properly notice it in time.

Eventually, he pounced on his prey and took it down, admiring what he had accomplished in such a circumstance and on his own. "Heh.." He was proud for a moment, thinking about what his brothers might say about it only to deflate and sadly lower his head. "Who am I kiddin'. This sucks.." He scoffed, picking up his prey before finding something to sit under...

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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

today

 

[Sunnyspring]

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SUNNYSPRING

WINDCLAN

WARRIOR

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32 MOONS

DINGO

All this bad weather had made border patrols a real hassle as of late... And not to mention the scent markers, why, she'd of been surprised if they hadn't been up and washed away at this point from all this rain! Sunnyspring had taken it upon herself to do a little check of some of them just in case, though she'd told other cats where she was going in case any cat had wanted to come along with.

Sunnyspring's nose twitched while trying to smell for the usual scent markers but like she suspected there was nothing but the faintest traces which were rapidly fading further due to the rain. A much fresher scent caught her nose too though-- Another cat! They didn't strictly smell of WindClan though but she figured that maybe this was because they had just been caught out in the rain long enough for it to be faint? Either way she'd follow the scent trail, which as she drew closer started to mingle with prey scent as well... "Ah!" She exclaimed in surprise, at the end of the scent trail was indeed a cat! Though not one she had seen before-- Though something about them was familiar... Either way though they were in WindClan territory and had caught prey, though she wasn't about to chew their ear off for it as the scent markers had all but faded by now, the cat probably hadn't even realized they were trespassing!

"Well howdy there! What might yer name be?" She approached cautiously only in body language, her overall demeanor friendly and bright otherwise. She noticed too that like WindClan, he too had found something to shelter under to get out of the weather. Still though, his familiarity evaded her but sat on the tip of her tongue at the same time. Surely this was a cat one of her siblings had spoken about before? His appearance was too familiar to not be and she hoped that hearing his name would ring the right bells in her memory. "Weather's been a real treat as of late, ain't it?"

Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all

A fluffy longhaired red tabby molly with low white and caramel eyes. Has a long white mohawk-like head of "hair" that goes all the way down the back of her head and joins up to her fluffy mane around the neck. Big girl! Though not quite as big as her big brother Goldy!

Sister to GOLDENROAR and MERRYSTALK
"speech" // "thoughts" // #bd3618

 

[ZephyrdriftZephyrdrift's icon]

This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom

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SLICK, He/Him / 17 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of UMBRA, 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
Tagging [@]

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Slick huffed with slight frustration once he had managed to find somewhere dry to situate himself. Looking out into the land he just kind of zoned out to the point that he almost forgot that he had caught something to eat until he realized he was absentmindedly kneading it with his paws. "Oh. Right. This." Truthfully, he wanted to share this catch of his with his brothers, but the had no clue where they were, and whenever he started thinking about it he couldn't focus on anything else until something drew him out of it.

The presence of another cat, one that spoke to him would do the trick... After a second or so, at least. "Wh-?" Slick blinked at this new cat with surprise. He hadn't met them before, but he could swear he had maybe heard about them? Or... No, they seemed similar to someone, but who? Slick tilted his head, curiously examining this cat that had found him. They were Windclan, surely, he could smell it, it was there, even if the rain had begun to wash it away. "Uhh? Hey.."

"I'm Slick, and you?" He asked, keeping an eye on them but not in a manner that suggested he found her suspicious like most might. "Pfft, yeah. Great weather." There was some comedy to phrasing it that way, he supposed.

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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

today