Private Shipyard Backwritten RiverClan 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 // Adder

[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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Stepping through the shipyard filled Torrentpaw with a familiar sense of unease, his fur prickling restlessly. His tongue felt acrid as the scents of metal and rot flooded his senses, but it wasn't enough for him to lose what he had been tracking. The shipyard carried countless memories that attempted to creep into Torrentpaw's mind, but he pushed them away. He did not travel here with the intention of reminiscing.

Slipping out of Riverclan's camp unheard had been tedious, as Torrentpaw took extra caution not to wake Galepaw and his other denmates as he crept from his nest. He had pawed the sides of his bedding under his friend's head and around his body, hoping to mimic the feeling of his own body around him in attempts to keep him asleep. Foolish as it was, Galepaw hadn't stirred.

Adrenaline began to pound throughout his chest as he continued through the shipyard, leaping over the debris and litter scattered across the sand. The sun had started to set, marking a day since he had left Riverclan territory. Pineheart would have a stern word with him once he returned, but that didn't matter to him now–he had to do this. He needed more answers to his questions.

Suddenly, the young tom froze as the scent he had been following without a moment's break hit his nose, much stronger than before. His body stiffened, lowering himself into a crouch as he began to prowl onward, small muscles rippling beneath his pelt as he prepared himself for whatever was about to happen.

As brown fur flashed into his vision, a low and almost unintentional growl tumbled from the tom's throat, fueled by pure adrenaline. The wiry and scarred form of the tom before him was unmistakable. Torrentpaw unsheathed his claws, circling around the side of the tom, just a couple of fox-lengths away now. His gaze was hard, but behind it carried questions that were just a few heartbeats from blurting from his muzzle.

"Adderfang." Torrentpaw snapped, his body tensing once more in preparation to counter the other's claws if need be. His heart pounded, hard enough to make him want to sway on his paws, but the young tom fought it.

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• ⟡ OOC -
  Takes place July 13th
  
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• Torrentpaw
  ‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Apprentice
  
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  "speech" - text - thoughts
  
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  Mentored by Pineheart
  
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  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
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  Has a sturdy build with a large head and paws, and short thick fur.
  
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  Holds a zealous and determined demeanor.
  
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  Usually seen with Squid