Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 20:19:55 GMT -5
NAME: Adderstrike
Why is he named Adderstrike?
Adderstrike has markings similar to an adder, thus his parents named him Adderkit. Not only does he look like a European viper, but he has predictably sharp wit and is quite in touch with his argumentative, aggressive, and ambitious nature.
His fighting skills are very impressive, thus his leader granted him the suffix of -strike.
AGE: 42 moons
GENDER: Tom
ALLIANCE: Rainclan
RANK: Warrior
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PICTURE:
DESCRIPTION:
Adderstrike is a small and stout light brown tabby tom with faint yellow-green eyes and a pink nose. He has a white muzzle and one white toe on his front right foot. His pelt is an amber-brown color and he has stunning marbled tabby markings that almost look chocolate brown in bright sunlight. His fur would be classified as short and his build is a little bulkier than most Rainclan cats, mostly due to his father's half heritage from Nightclan. Adderstrike is quite small, and although his height isn't necessarily problematic, his strides are certainly shorter than the normal standards in Rainclan. His body is built for strength rather than lengthy bouts of speed. Adderstrike, for his build, is surprisingly agile and quick in bursts, though stamina is not his forte.
He does have a noticeable limp on his hind right from when he was attacked by a fox as an apprentice. Fortunately, it hasn't quite hindered his hunting capabilities, though his fighting style and his gait had to be significantly adapted to compensate for what many would consider one of few physical weakness.
DESCRIPTION SUMMARY:
Adderstrike is a small and stout tom with short length light brown tabby fur and faint yellow-green eyes.
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PERSONALITY:
POSITIVE
+) Alert (quick to notice any unusual and potentially dangerous or difficult circumstances)
Ever since his brother's demise, Adderstrike has been extensively alert and aware of his surroundings. The death of kin has instilled a respectable caution within Adderstrike; he is very slow to trust, both in others and his environment. Change and adaptation are not his strong-suits, partially due to his rigid and vigilant character.
+) Resolute (admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering)
Adderstrike's dedication and perseverance is commendable. His steadfast spirit has pulled him out of many difficult and dangerous situations, whether against cats, foxes, badgers, or any other bad circumstances. Some call him courageous, while some deem him adamant, and depending on the situation, Adderstrike could be either or. Regardless, the image that Adderstrike presents to his clan brags an unyielding and persistent psyche than many have recognized as a trait of power and charisma.
+) Punctual (happening or doing something at the agreed or proper time; on time)
Whatever his state of mind may be, Adderstrike's tasks are always completed up to par in a timely manner. Many unfortunate things have happened in his life, though this tom hasn't let that sway his prompt response to complete either duty or desire. Since the death of his mother, Adderstrike has yet to be behind schedule.
+) Meticulous (showing great attention to detail; very careful and precise)
Adderstrike's precision and mindfulness to even the smallest and seemingly unimportant things has helped him much over the many moons of his life. Whether it be the footprints of prey, or the dew missing from morning leaves, this tom is always drinking in his environment like a sponge. Most cats don't notice his super-awareness, though when they do, it's hard to say whether or not his meticulous behavior is praiseworthy or nerve-racking.
+) Diligent (having or showing care and conscientiousness in one's work or duties)
Adderstrike is an extremely diligent worker. All of his duties and his hobbies are completed in the utmost of care and correctness. Over the moons, he has honed his amazing work ethic in his warrior career, which in turn has distracted Adderstrike in his lowest states of mind and of matter, ultimately pulling him through any lingering neurotic behaviors. His industriousness is one of the most important traits he has, as without it, the temptation of falling into depression, anxiety, and obsessive behavior would be too great to withstand.
NEGATIVE
-) Neurotic (suffering from symptoms of stress (depression, anxiety, obsessive behavior, hypochondria) but not having a radical loss of touch with reality)
Adderstrike's severe neuroticism is mostly triggered by death or intense anger, though fighting his inner stresses is almost a daily occurrence. His early morning rises and late night outings are routine, a hope to fend off the usual nightmares and unsavory dreams that often bring about the surfacing of his inner depression and anxieties. It has been many moons since he has been seriously afflicted, and since that moment, he has detached himself from society as much as possible. Unfortunately, due to his 24/7 grumpy behavior, it is difficult to tell if Adderstrike is stressed out, or if he is just being his normal angry, bitter self.
-) Argumentative (given to expressing divergent or opposite views)
It's hard to say whether Adderstrike truly likes being difficult and agitating by his constant challenging, or whether he honestly strives to defend a different point of view because of its opportunity or outcome. Adderstrike would limit decisiveness within a group due to his constant battling, though his points and concerns are always legitimate. Although he likes disputing, he would never lie or fight a losing battle. In other words, Adderstrike picks his quarrels wisely and speaks true to his heart, no matter how bitter and angry he is inside. He neither embraces dishonesty, nor conformity.
-) Prejudice (dislike, hostility, or unjust behavior deriving from unfounded opinions)
Adderstrike tries to be social and amiable, he sincerely does, though his father's prejudice stained him when he was a young kit. Specifically with non-clan cats, he is quite harsh and unforgiving. His hostility and hatred towards loners and rogues is overpowering and almost dangerous, though he isn't outgoing about his dislike; if anything, no one really knows how much he opposes those who wouldn't take up the warrior code. Adderstrike tolerates the other clans' cats, though it can be easily assumed that he isn't fond of them either. At gatherings, he stomachs his hostile behaviors and can seem quite winsome to the general observer, though deep inside, the dark sides of his personality gnaw at his insides like a buzzard picks at road-kill.
-) Rigid (not adaptable in outlook, belief, or response)
The dark side of Adderstrike's resolute behavior is his rigidness. Although courageous, he is also very stubborn, unforgiving, and not very adaptable. He takes change very rough, and significant shifts in lifestyle can spark his neurotic tendencies. His opinions stand firm, and regardless of the clan's universally accepted morals, or personal morals from friends, family, or clanmates, Adderstrike will not change his way of thinking or his ethical views. Saying this tom is obstinate is a serious understatement.
-) Hostile (unfriendly; antagonistic)
Adderstrike, unlike many of his peers growing up, is inherently unfriendly and reclusive thanks to his father. Even though this didn't always use to be true, death and struggle pushed him down the dark path of suspicion and hostility of which he was genetically predisposed to. Adderstrike is unafraid to torment or insult others if they approach him in an unusually foul mood, though he isn't loud about it. Most often, he hisses and growls in a tone just louder than a breath, which can make meeting him in this mood quite unnerving. Though despite his emotions, he does make it a point to keep a civil tongue in his head when addressing authority. Most often he isn't cruel to his clanmates, though it is important not to get on Adderstrike's bad side. He has a way of making life difficult, or death easy, for those he despises.
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HISTORY:
Adderstrike was born in a complicated family situation. His father was a very rigid, stubborn, grumpy, and hostile cat (often noted as "emotionally harsh") and expressed that quite openly with his family, specifically with Adderstrike. Adderstrike had always displayed a strong interest in medicine cat duties; it was an art in which he grew to enjoy greatly, and one might say most of his kithood was spent helping sort herbs against his father's will. Adderstrike's dad vigorously disapproved of his son's interest in medicine and healing. Both seemed to fight frequently due to their varying interests, passions, and views. At a very early age, Adderstrike firmly opposed almost everything his father said or did.
Despite conflicts between his father, Adderstrike was a very amiable, exuberant, and outgoing kitten. He was constantly participating in games, stories, and mock-training sessions with the other kits. He was especially close to his "younger" brother, Blackkit; a small, lithe, black tom-kit with strikingly vivid, golden eyes. Adderstrike often convinced his brother to leave camp on secret missions, and almost every time, the two kits made it back without being discovered. Though the adventure and exhilaration was short lived.
The kits were found out in the snow one winter day during a snowstorm on one of their little journey andwere sent to rest in the medicine cat's den. After a few days Adderkit had recovered strongly, but Blackkit had come down with greencough and was severely sick. The brothers were allowed little to no contact with each other in fear of spreading the sickness to other cats. It was only a few short days before Blackkit was pronounced dead. His father blamed Adderkit, and Adderkit strongly denied. In fact, from this point onward, Adderkit denied any responsibility in less than desirable results. In his world, nothing is ever his fault.
Adderkit was a changed cat after his brother's death. The fun, confident kit the clan once knew grew into an irritable, insecure, morose, and surly apprentice. His visits to the medicine cat's den stopped. He slept all the time. He was severely detached from the clan and barely ate. Adderkit grew thin and emotionally unstable also becoming very aggressive and argumentative.
Adderpaw's ambitions of becoming a highly respected warrior took over his life. He separated himself from the clan socially, constantly practicing battle moves and strategies. Hunting was never his strong suite, perhaps because of his newfound impatience and irritability. He grew to be an excellent fighter, and much more offensive than all of the other apprentices. The emotions fueling his success and aggression were a growing concern to the senior warriors.
It was his parents' death that provoked his inner neuroticism. Nearing the end of his apprentice training, his mother was killed by a fox when the two of them were hunting. Adderpaw's mother was killed despite his efforts of trying to fight. Due to his inexperience, his onslaughts came to a grinding halt when the fox managed to snag his hind right leg, crunching it in its massive jaws. Luckily, a patrol was nearby and heard the racket, bounding to the rescue. Healing both physically and mentally after this was one of Adderpaw's greatest struggles, and he still carries wounds to this day. He has a permanent limp, and a permanent hole in his heart.
Adderpaw's mother's death traumatized him deeply, awaking very unpredictable stages of anxiety, depression, and other stresses. His relationship with his father worsened, and all of their arguments grew dangerously explosive. Only a moon after Adderpaw's mother's death, Adderpaw's father's corpse was found floating in the river by the dawn patrol. His father's death didn't phase Adderpaw one bit as the young cat was still heavily grieving over the loss of his mother. Although he grew to become emotionally unstable after his mother's death particularly, Adderpaw passed his final assessment with flying colors, only a few moons after his peers.
His warrior ceremony brought on a new era of responsibility for Adderstrike. He began to sanely control his negative traits and hone his positive traits. He started expressing very diligent and resolute mannerisms of which were quite impressive changes from his previous self. He also began expressing his aggressive nature in border skirmishes and interclan issues, which many senior warriors saw as intense loyalty and patriotism. He became very punctual, and his ambitions of helping Rainclan prosper were honorable, though his deepest desires were well hidden, right next to his neurotic, argumentative, prejudice, rigid, and hostile tendencies.
Adderstrike has grown into an impressive warrior, and much of his warrior days has been warming up to his clanmates after his rough history. Although he has immersed himself in the clan's social matters and has established himself as useful and dedicated member of the clan in his latter years, he often enjoys his solitude away from all the bustling bodies in camp. The dark sides of his personality seep out randomly and in small concentration. His mind is constantly clouded with death and paranoia. His unwavering morals are sometimes frustrating, especially when paired with his argumentative and manipulative nature.
Though despite all of his downfalls in personality and physique, the loyalty and respect he openly expresses towards his clan is undying.
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RP EXAMPLE:
Out of
suffering
have emerged the
strongest
souls.
Notes: xxx
Why is he named Adderstrike?
Adderstrike has markings similar to an adder, thus his parents named him Adderkit. Not only does he look like a European viper, but he has predictably sharp wit and is quite in touch with his argumentative, aggressive, and ambitious nature.
His fighting skills are very impressive, thus his leader granted him the suffix of -strike.
AGE: 42 moons
GENDER: Tom
ALLIANCE: Rainclan
RANK: Warrior
___________________________________________________________________
PICTURE:
DESCRIPTION:
Adderstrike is a small and stout light brown tabby tom with faint yellow-green eyes and a pink nose. He has a white muzzle and one white toe on his front right foot. His pelt is an amber-brown color and he has stunning marbled tabby markings that almost look chocolate brown in bright sunlight. His fur would be classified as short and his build is a little bulkier than most Rainclan cats, mostly due to his father's half heritage from Nightclan. Adderstrike is quite small, and although his height isn't necessarily problematic, his strides are certainly shorter than the normal standards in Rainclan. His body is built for strength rather than lengthy bouts of speed. Adderstrike, for his build, is surprisingly agile and quick in bursts, though stamina is not his forte.
He does have a noticeable limp on his hind right from when he was attacked by a fox as an apprentice. Fortunately, it hasn't quite hindered his hunting capabilities, though his fighting style and his gait had to be significantly adapted to compensate for what many would consider one of few physical weakness.
DESCRIPTION SUMMARY:
Adderstrike is a small and stout tom with short length light brown tabby fur and faint yellow-green eyes.
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PERSONALITY:
POSITIVE
+) Alert (quick to notice any unusual and potentially dangerous or difficult circumstances)
Ever since his brother's demise, Adderstrike has been extensively alert and aware of his surroundings. The death of kin has instilled a respectable caution within Adderstrike; he is very slow to trust, both in others and his environment. Change and adaptation are not his strong-suits, partially due to his rigid and vigilant character.
+) Resolute (admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering)
Adderstrike's dedication and perseverance is commendable. His steadfast spirit has pulled him out of many difficult and dangerous situations, whether against cats, foxes, badgers, or any other bad circumstances. Some call him courageous, while some deem him adamant, and depending on the situation, Adderstrike could be either or. Regardless, the image that Adderstrike presents to his clan brags an unyielding and persistent psyche than many have recognized as a trait of power and charisma.
+) Punctual (happening or doing something at the agreed or proper time; on time)
Whatever his state of mind may be, Adderstrike's tasks are always completed up to par in a timely manner. Many unfortunate things have happened in his life, though this tom hasn't let that sway his prompt response to complete either duty or desire. Since the death of his mother, Adderstrike has yet to be behind schedule.
+) Meticulous (showing great attention to detail; very careful and precise)
Adderstrike's precision and mindfulness to even the smallest and seemingly unimportant things has helped him much over the many moons of his life. Whether it be the footprints of prey, or the dew missing from morning leaves, this tom is always drinking in his environment like a sponge. Most cats don't notice his super-awareness, though when they do, it's hard to say whether or not his meticulous behavior is praiseworthy or nerve-racking.
+) Diligent (having or showing care and conscientiousness in one's work or duties)
Adderstrike is an extremely diligent worker. All of his duties and his hobbies are completed in the utmost of care and correctness. Over the moons, he has honed his amazing work ethic in his warrior career, which in turn has distracted Adderstrike in his lowest states of mind and of matter, ultimately pulling him through any lingering neurotic behaviors. His industriousness is one of the most important traits he has, as without it, the temptation of falling into depression, anxiety, and obsessive behavior would be too great to withstand.
NEGATIVE
-) Neurotic (suffering from symptoms of stress (depression, anxiety, obsessive behavior, hypochondria) but not having a radical loss of touch with reality)
Adderstrike's severe neuroticism is mostly triggered by death or intense anger, though fighting his inner stresses is almost a daily occurrence. His early morning rises and late night outings are routine, a hope to fend off the usual nightmares and unsavory dreams that often bring about the surfacing of his inner depression and anxieties. It has been many moons since he has been seriously afflicted, and since that moment, he has detached himself from society as much as possible. Unfortunately, due to his 24/7 grumpy behavior, it is difficult to tell if Adderstrike is stressed out, or if he is just being his normal angry, bitter self.
-) Argumentative (given to expressing divergent or opposite views)
It's hard to say whether Adderstrike truly likes being difficult and agitating by his constant challenging, or whether he honestly strives to defend a different point of view because of its opportunity or outcome. Adderstrike would limit decisiveness within a group due to his constant battling, though his points and concerns are always legitimate. Although he likes disputing, he would never lie or fight a losing battle. In other words, Adderstrike picks his quarrels wisely and speaks true to his heart, no matter how bitter and angry he is inside. He neither embraces dishonesty, nor conformity.
-) Prejudice (dislike, hostility, or unjust behavior deriving from unfounded opinions)
Adderstrike tries to be social and amiable, he sincerely does, though his father's prejudice stained him when he was a young kit. Specifically with non-clan cats, he is quite harsh and unforgiving. His hostility and hatred towards loners and rogues is overpowering and almost dangerous, though he isn't outgoing about his dislike; if anything, no one really knows how much he opposes those who wouldn't take up the warrior code. Adderstrike tolerates the other clans' cats, though it can be easily assumed that he isn't fond of them either. At gatherings, he stomachs his hostile behaviors and can seem quite winsome to the general observer, though deep inside, the dark sides of his personality gnaw at his insides like a buzzard picks at road-kill.
-) Rigid (not adaptable in outlook, belief, or response)
The dark side of Adderstrike's resolute behavior is his rigidness. Although courageous, he is also very stubborn, unforgiving, and not very adaptable. He takes change very rough, and significant shifts in lifestyle can spark his neurotic tendencies. His opinions stand firm, and regardless of the clan's universally accepted morals, or personal morals from friends, family, or clanmates, Adderstrike will not change his way of thinking or his ethical views. Saying this tom is obstinate is a serious understatement.
-) Hostile (unfriendly; antagonistic)
Adderstrike, unlike many of his peers growing up, is inherently unfriendly and reclusive thanks to his father. Even though this didn't always use to be true, death and struggle pushed him down the dark path of suspicion and hostility of which he was genetically predisposed to. Adderstrike is unafraid to torment or insult others if they approach him in an unusually foul mood, though he isn't loud about it. Most often, he hisses and growls in a tone just louder than a breath, which can make meeting him in this mood quite unnerving. Though despite his emotions, he does make it a point to keep a civil tongue in his head when addressing authority. Most often he isn't cruel to his clanmates, though it is important not to get on Adderstrike's bad side. He has a way of making life difficult, or death easy, for those he despises.
NEUTRAL
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HISTORY:
Adderstrike was born in a complicated family situation. His father was a very rigid, stubborn, grumpy, and hostile cat (often noted as "emotionally harsh") and expressed that quite openly with his family, specifically with Adderstrike. Adderstrike had always displayed a strong interest in medicine cat duties; it was an art in which he grew to enjoy greatly, and one might say most of his kithood was spent helping sort herbs against his father's will. Adderstrike's dad vigorously disapproved of his son's interest in medicine and healing. Both seemed to fight frequently due to their varying interests, passions, and views. At a very early age, Adderstrike firmly opposed almost everything his father said or did.
Despite conflicts between his father, Adderstrike was a very amiable, exuberant, and outgoing kitten. He was constantly participating in games, stories, and mock-training sessions with the other kits. He was especially close to his "younger" brother, Blackkit; a small, lithe, black tom-kit with strikingly vivid, golden eyes. Adderstrike often convinced his brother to leave camp on secret missions, and almost every time, the two kits made it back without being discovered. Though the adventure and exhilaration was short lived.
The kits were found out in the snow one winter day during a snowstorm on one of their little journey andwere sent to rest in the medicine cat's den. After a few days Adderkit had recovered strongly, but Blackkit had come down with greencough and was severely sick. The brothers were allowed little to no contact with each other in fear of spreading the sickness to other cats. It was only a few short days before Blackkit was pronounced dead. His father blamed Adderkit, and Adderkit strongly denied. In fact, from this point onward, Adderkit denied any responsibility in less than desirable results. In his world, nothing is ever his fault.
Adderkit was a changed cat after his brother's death. The fun, confident kit the clan once knew grew into an irritable, insecure, morose, and surly apprentice. His visits to the medicine cat's den stopped. He slept all the time. He was severely detached from the clan and barely ate. Adderkit grew thin and emotionally unstable also becoming very aggressive and argumentative.
Adderpaw's ambitions of becoming a highly respected warrior took over his life. He separated himself from the clan socially, constantly practicing battle moves and strategies. Hunting was never his strong suite, perhaps because of his newfound impatience and irritability. He grew to be an excellent fighter, and much more offensive than all of the other apprentices. The emotions fueling his success and aggression were a growing concern to the senior warriors.
It was his parents' death that provoked his inner neuroticism. Nearing the end of his apprentice training, his mother was killed by a fox when the two of them were hunting. Adderpaw's mother was killed despite his efforts of trying to fight. Due to his inexperience, his onslaughts came to a grinding halt when the fox managed to snag his hind right leg, crunching it in its massive jaws. Luckily, a patrol was nearby and heard the racket, bounding to the rescue. Healing both physically and mentally after this was one of Adderpaw's greatest struggles, and he still carries wounds to this day. He has a permanent limp, and a permanent hole in his heart.
Adderpaw's mother's death traumatized him deeply, awaking very unpredictable stages of anxiety, depression, and other stresses. His relationship with his father worsened, and all of their arguments grew dangerously explosive. Only a moon after Adderpaw's mother's death, Adderpaw's father's corpse was found floating in the river by the dawn patrol. His father's death didn't phase Adderpaw one bit as the young cat was still heavily grieving over the loss of his mother. Although he grew to become emotionally unstable after his mother's death particularly, Adderpaw passed his final assessment with flying colors, only a few moons after his peers.
His warrior ceremony brought on a new era of responsibility for Adderstrike. He began to sanely control his negative traits and hone his positive traits. He started expressing very diligent and resolute mannerisms of which were quite impressive changes from his previous self. He also began expressing his aggressive nature in border skirmishes and interclan issues, which many senior warriors saw as intense loyalty and patriotism. He became very punctual, and his ambitions of helping Rainclan prosper were honorable, though his deepest desires were well hidden, right next to his neurotic, argumentative, prejudice, rigid, and hostile tendencies.
Adderstrike has grown into an impressive warrior, and much of his warrior days has been warming up to his clanmates after his rough history. Although he has immersed himself in the clan's social matters and has established himself as useful and dedicated member of the clan in his latter years, he often enjoys his solitude away from all the bustling bodies in camp. The dark sides of his personality seep out randomly and in small concentration. His mind is constantly clouded with death and paranoia. His unwavering morals are sometimes frustrating, especially when paired with his argumentative and manipulative nature.
Though despite all of his downfalls in personality and physique, the loyalty and respect he openly expresses towards his clan is undying.
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RP EXAMPLE:
RainClan - Senior Warrior - Tom - 42 Moons
The Wooded Cove: a place mostly for starry eyed lovers and herb-hunters, though Adderstrike enjoyed detaching himself from the tense bodies bustling around camp. Even after the resolve of Riverclan's recent and quite intense civil disputes, the purists and the loyalists have been socially divided, and discomfort between the two parties was almost palpable. At least that foolish occurrence is over with. Adderstrike muttered to himself. It's unbelievable. The whole clan is acting like a band of kits. He swiped at a lone pebble by his feet, watching it tumble into the rippling pool a tail-length from his paws.
Adderstrike appreciated the tiny, peaceful pond in the Wooded Cove and watched as the water lightly lapped at its marshy, herb-covered shores like a queen caressing her kit. Thankfully it wasn't cold enough to freeze the pool altogether, but the weather had long since browned the forest and covered it with a thin, soft layer of snow. The delicate fronds of the healing herbs around the water's perimeter were shriveled and dusted with frost, though their smell was still mildly potent despite the season's harsh temperatures and conditions. The scent of herbs still gave him flashbacks to his early kit-hood; Adderstrike felt grief piercing his heart like the teeth of a thousand badgers. I miss Cherryrose. He thought piteously. She was the best medicine cat. Adderstrike took a few steps forward. He felt a soft tingling on his paw pads as the frost melted beneath his feet, and bent his neck down over the pool, lapping a few drops to quench his thirst. The chill rushed through his tongue and down his throat like a breath of gelid air, and the cold mouthfuls of water burned like fire in his belly. Like swallowing shards of ice. He griped to himself.
Adderstrike moved away from the clearing with his slight, yet noticeable limp, leaving a trail of dark paw-prints in his wake. Drear and grim childhood memories weren't something he wanted lingering on his mind when he had his warrior duties to complete. Enough wasting time. Adderstrike scolded himself. I just stopped by for a quick drink. There's more hunting to be done. The brown tabby tom rolled in snow, hoping that the flakes coating his fur would help disguise him if he happened to run across land prey. He had been attempting to catch more mice, voles, shrews, rabbits, and squirrels lately, as the fish have been becoming less and less available. Besides, his tracking skills were much better than his patience by the riverside.
Adderstrike had been walking for what felt like hours. The sun was falling beneath the horizon and all he managed to catch was a thin, scraggly shrew, of which he had retrieved just a few moments before. His muscles ached and it felt like the snow had soaked him to the bone, not to mention his nose was running and his ears and paws were numb from the chill. He passed by the Wooded Cove clearing again, and the pool that he had drank from was almost completely frozen over. An icy breeze whipped between the trees, showering Adderstrike in frost. He he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaws around the shrew, of which shed a few thin droplets of blood in the snow as Adderstrike continued onward towards camp. The shadows grew longer and stronger as the evening wore on, though the warrior's pelt began to prickle. He was exhausted, though still very aware of his surroundings. Something has been following him for the past several minutes. He could feel it. Adderstrike paused and set his fresh-kill on the ground, listening and looking intently, though the freezing wind was making it quite difficult. He heard a faint rustle behind him and whipped around.
"Stop lingering in the shadows." Adderstrike hissed, arching his back and fluffing his fur.
Beyond the snow covered undergrowth poked a fierce red snout and the vivid, amber eyes of a fox. It felt as if the wind had stopped completely. The creature stalked forward, rustling the bushes as she scraped past wiry, brittle branches. Her claws raked across the ground at each step, though it was her eyes that enticed Adderstrike. The hunger, power, and craze within its depths awakened a sense of...admiration? Envy? The fox emitted a guttural growl that could have sent any cat turning tail, though Adderstrike continued to stare, unmoved. Drool dripped from the foxes yellowed jaws, and her ribs jutted out like flexed claws. What a powerful creature. He thought.
Adderstrike's fur was still ruffled, though his body began to grow more relaxed and supple. Now that I know what I'm up against... He noted to himself. The intensity between predator and prey grew unbearable, and within only a few moments of silence and prowling, the fox lunged forward with open jaws. Adderstrike faced the beast's gaping jaws head on, scratching wildly at the foxes face and eyes. Eventually, he was forced to dodge her snapping teeth, but instead of a futile retreat, he launched himself on her back and ripped at her skin relentlessly, feeling each bone beneath his claws. The fox snapped at Adderstrike once or twice before rolling over on top of the unsuspecting tom, momentarily dazing him. Though the fox's rancid hot breath on his face brought the tom swiftly up on his paws. This is the smartest fox I've ever seen! Pulling off a move like that! Adderstrike thought to himself. A spark of concern burned lightly in his gut. His limbs were growing numb with exhaustion.
The creature snapped at him again, but Adderstrike darted under her belly before her teeth met his pelt and bit down hard on one of her hind legs. He felt warm blood bathe his tongue. She made a half growl, half yelping noise before latching her jaws on Adderstrike's loin, ripping him out from underneath her. There was a instant of surprise as Adderstrike hung upside-down, dangling from the fox's jaws. Shooting pains momentarily clouded his senses, though his inner stoicism held true. I'm not going to be fox-food tonight! He yowled to himself. The brown tabby tom stretched up and clawed furiously at the fox's face, falling to the ground with a thud. The drop knocked the wind out of his lungs, and jagged teeth rushed towards his face. He rolled to the side to avoid the fox's onslaught and faced his antagonist head on. I don't know how much I can keep this up. He choked to himself. Adderstrike's heart was fluttering, and he felt like melting to the ground in fatigue, though he stood with his back arched and his face wrinkled in an angry scowl.
"Is that all you've got flea-pelt?"
Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs.
Out of
suffering
have emerged the
strongest
souls.
LIBERTY FOR WOLVES IS DEATH TO THE LAMBS
Adderstrike
SENIOR WARRIOR | RAINCLAN | ?? MOONS
The Wooded Cove: a place mostly for starry eyed lovers and herb-hunters, though Adderstrike enjoyed detaching himself from the tense bodies bustling around camp. Even after the resolve of Riverclan's recent and quite intense civil disputes, the purists and the loyalists have been socially divided, and discomfort between the two parties was almost palpable. At least that foolish occurrence is over with. Adderstrike muttered to himself. It's unbelievable. The whole clan is acting like a band of kits. He swiped at a lone pebble by his feet, watching it tumble into the rippling pool a tail-length from his paws.
Adderstrike appreciated the tiny, peaceful pond in the Wooded Cove and watched as the water lightly lapped at its marshy, herb-covered shores like a queen caressing her kit. Thankfully it wasn't cold enough to freeze the pool altogether, but the weather had long since browned the forest and covered it with a thin, soft layer of snow. The delicate fronds of the healing herbs around the water's perimeter were shriveled and dusted with frost, though their smell was still mildly potent despite the season's harsh temperatures and conditions. The scent of herbs still gave him flashbacks to his early kit-hood; Adderstrike felt grief piercing his heart like the teeth of a thousand badgers. I miss Cherryrose. He thought piteously. She was the best medicine cat. Adderstrike took a few steps forward. He felt a soft tingling on his paw pads as the frost melted beneath his feet, and bent his neck down over the pool, lapping a few drops to quench his thirst. The chill rushed through his tongue and down his throat like a breath of gelid air, and the cold mouthfuls of water burned like fire in his belly. Like swallowing shards of ice. He griped to himself.
Adderstrike moved away from the clearing with his slight, yet noticeable limp, leaving a trail of dark paw-prints in his wake. Drear and grim childhood memories weren't something he wanted lingering on his mind when he had his warrior duties to complete. Enough wasting time. Adderstrike scolded himself. I just stopped by for a quick drink. There's more hunting to be done. The brown tabby tom rolled in snow, hoping that the flakes coating his fur would help disguise him if he happened to run across land prey. He had been attempting to catch more mice, voles, shrews, rabbits, and squirrels lately, as the fish have been becoming less and less available. Besides, his tracking skills were much better than his patience by the riverside.
Adderstrike had been walking for what felt like hours. The sun was falling beneath the horizon and all he managed to catch was a thin, scraggly shrew, of which he had retrieved just a few moments before. His muscles ached and it felt like the snow had soaked him to the bone, not to mention his nose was running and his ears and paws were numb from the chill. He passed by the Wooded Cove clearing again, and the pool that he had drank from was almost completely frozen over. An icy breeze whipped between the trees, showering Adderstrike in frost. He he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaws around the shrew, of which shed a few thin droplets of blood in the snow as Adderstrike continued onward towards camp. The shadows grew longer and stronger as the evening wore on, though the warrior's pelt began to prickle. He was exhausted, though still very aware of his surroundings. Something has been following him for the past several minutes. He could feel it. Adderstrike paused and set his fresh-kill on the ground, listening and looking intently, though the freezing wind was making it quite difficult. He heard a faint rustle behind him and whipped around.
"Stop lingering in the shadows." Adderstrike hissed, arching his back and fluffing his fur.
Beyond the snow covered undergrowth poked a fierce red snout and the vivid, amber eyes of a fox. It felt as if the wind had stopped completely. The creature stalked forward, rustling the bushes as she scraped past wiry, brittle branches. Her claws raked across the ground at each step, though it was her eyes that enticed Adderstrike. The hunger, power, and craze within its depths awakened a sense of...admiration? Envy? The fox emitted a guttural growl that could have sent any cat turning tail, though Adderstrike continued to stare, unmoved. Drool dripped from the foxes yellowed jaws, and her ribs jutted out like flexed claws. What a powerful creature. He thought.
Adderstrike's fur was still ruffled, though his body began to grow more relaxed and supple. Now that I know what I'm up against... He noted to himself. The intensity between predator and prey grew unbearable, and within only a few moments of silence and prowling, the fox lunged forward with open jaws. Adderstrike faced the beast's gaping jaws head on, scratching wildly at the foxes face and eyes. Eventually, he was forced to dodge her snapping teeth, but instead of a futile retreat, he launched himself on her back and ripped at her skin relentlessly, feeling each bone beneath his claws. The fox snapped at Adderstrike once or twice before rolling over on top of the unsuspecting tom, momentarily dazing him. Though the fox's rancid hot breath on his face brought the tom swiftly up on his paws. This is the smartest fox I've ever seen! Pulling off a move like that! Adderstrike thought to himself. A spark of concern burned lightly in his gut. His limbs were growing numb with exhaustion.
The creature snapped at him again, but Adderstrike darted under her belly before her teeth met his pelt and bit down hard on one of her hind legs. He felt warm blood bathe his tongue. She made a half growl, half yelping noise before latching her jaws on Adderstrike's loin, ripping him out from underneath her. There was a instant of surprise as Adderstrike hung upside-down, dangling from the fox's jaws. Shooting pains momentarily clouded his senses, though his inner stoicism held true. I'm not going to be fox-food tonight! He yowled to himself. The brown tabby tom stretched up and clawed furiously at the fox's face, falling to the ground with a thud. The drop knocked the wind out of his lungs, and jagged teeth rushed towards his face. He rolled to the side to avoid the fox's onslaught and faced his antagonist head on. I don't know how much I can keep this up. He choked to himself. Adderstrike's heart was fluttering, and he felt like melting to the ground in fatigue, though he stood with his back arched and his face wrinkled in an angry scowl.
"Is that all you've got flea-pelt?"
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