This is a letter from the fallen, from the long forgotten
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom
We're sick of being pushed and living at the bottom
SLICK, He/Him / 17 moons / Loner (Future Windclan Warrior)
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son ofUMBRA, 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
Black self tom with white finnish roaning and vibrant green eyes
Son of
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 [@]
NOTE: This thread takes place during PHASE 1 of the Latesummer Downpour event
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...
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...
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
And living like we're never gonna find a way but it starts
today