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INSIDIOUS IS BLIND INCEPTION

Frogchaser

Goldhawk.

The name flashed in Frogchaser's mind, his brother's ginger pelt flared behind his eyes, sending envy rushing over him like a tsunami. His kin was everything he was not: handsome, self-confident, successful...It seemed like Goldhawk knew what role he wanted to play in the world the moment he opened his eyes. Frogchaser cringed visibly, his paws gliding over moist earth. He's just lucky. The brown tabby tom thought, his plain appearance camouflaging kindly with the trees in the Wooded Cove. A small piece of Frogchaser was glad his brother was so well-off, but the rest of him hated his brother: hated Goldhawk for drowning him in the shadows, always stealing the spotlight, the victory, the praise.

The comfort of green sprouts reaching for the faint, warm sunlight was overlooked.

Frogchaser sunk his claws into the nearest tree, relishing the peeling bark beneath his paws, imagining it to be his brothers pelt. He hated how arrogant and superior the ginger tom acted, as if he was clan leader already: as if Frogchaser was inferior. I'm just as good as him. The brown tabby thought, his hazel eyes vaguely inspecting the brown channels and groves within the bark. I'm better than Goldhawk.

That's not what everyone else thinks.

That's not what the fresh-kill pile says, or the Sand Bar.

Frogchaser's sub-conscience made him hiss in frustration. The tom's tail flicked angrily as he pulled away from the tree, choosing to sit beside the pool of water in the midst of the small grove of trees, watching as a soft breeze sent ripples rushing towards the perimeter. It was calming, looking into the shallow water, though as the water settled and his reflection became still, lucid...Frogchaser blinked, eyes tracing his face and form dispassionately.

No wonder. He mused jealously. No wonder he gets all the attention, against this.

The brown tabby's hazel gaze lifted from the water, glancing around the still forest, a peaceful heaven compared to the hellish fires burning in his soul.

RAINCLAN - WARRIOR - 33 MOONS

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Frogchaser Biography

[Aqua]

Mousenose had been spending his time inside camp, bored out of his mind. He had gotten a break from patrols for the day so he had had a rough time coming up with something to occupy his time. He wasn't one to just sit around so he was getting a bit antsy. His paws fidgeting as he watched the clan bustling around him. A thought crossed his mind about going for a small hunt. It was something to do afterall.

The tabby tom made his way out of camp, stopping only for a moment to ponder what piece of the territory to explore. He often found himself at the river during his hunting patrols so it was about time for a change of scenery. Maybe he would wander around the Wooded Cove to look for some prey to hunt or something for the afternoon. So with a slight pivot on his paws, he turned to head for the wooded area.

As the tom finally reached the woods lining the cove, his fur raised on the back of his neck. He had the overwhelming feeling of not being alone anymore. He freezes in place, golden eyes glancing around on either side of him. At first, it didn't appear like anyone else was here. That is until he heard the unnerving sound of something raking across a nearby tree reached his ears. He blinks and instinctively sneaks towards the source of the noise. To his surprise, he finds a very large tom, who lets out a frustrated hiss. From the looks of it, the cat had taken out some of his stress on the tree in front of him. The claws marks in the bark obvious from where Mousenose was crouched.

Mousenose's eyes narrowed as he tried to recognize who he was watching. That was when the brown, tabby tom turned to move towards the pool of water at the center of the cove. There was no mistaking it at that point. It was a large tom named Frogchaser. Mousenose didn't have many run-ins with the other cat aside from passing each other in camp or the occasional patrol. So he didn't totally know the tom's personality. He very well might have just walked into a psychological break down or something. So he took caution as he inched closer to where the tom had moved.

Frogchaser had taken a spot beside the pool of water, looking out across it. His eyes seemed to focus on something reflected in the water. In that moment, Mousenose saw himself in this big tom. He too found solace in the water. When his mind would wander to "bad thoughts," he would take time beside the water.

"The water helps me calm my thoughts as well...." The tom meows as he steps out of the shadows.

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