[Gemini]

WORDS: 870 |
TAG: Hellion with Gracklestrike |
NOTES: here it is,~

Two distinct visionaries blinked, slowly. His eyes were like a clear lake in a dark forest, if one looked closer at that lake, it could seen, a round shallow crevice filled with completely transparent water. The water didn’t tug or ripple in the closed off space, though there was reason enough to. In that already unnaturally beautiful scene were two identical and gigantic green koi fish - trapped in an unbreakable and frighteningly fast chase for each other's long tails, fusing into a seamless circle. The only thing that got through their immortal war was a white light from the moon, a gracious beam to caress the bodies of the two. How it bounced off their scales making the water turn a paler green. His almond-shaped luminaries glimpsed around himself, a sigh escaping his mandibles. He began to strut onward.

Badgerscar's large foundations danced across the terrain as he walked in a rather graceful, glow demeanor. His shoulders were slouched, but other than that, it was decent to observe. Badgerscar remembered his apprentice days, amused by his own scale of attraction. He found himself to be pulchritudinous, though after gaining scars he's become insecure. The tomcat had always became uncomfortable in downpour, since when his thick pelage was drenched, his scars were most prominent. He wanted to accept his scars with his name, but he was unsure of whether or not to be proud since most were received by Blackstag. His own brother, well, half-brother.  On his lonesome, with no one around, he sibilated, scowling upon the thought of his scars. He wouldn't be ashamed if they were earned, but he lied about the majority of his scars, unsure what would happen if warrior cats trained their apprentice with the use of claws. Was that even allowed? 

A shiver crawled down the backbone of the feline, shuddering with a huff through his velveteen nares. To think one scar was earned by a rogue, former LighteningClanner. Blackstag, you mouse-dung. He pondered, feathered tassel oscillating left and right as he ascended forward, one step after another. The charcoal and white feline wanted to inform someone, but he wasn't sure if it was even worth it. If Blackstag is horrid, StarClan will know what to do with him. Badgerscar didn't enjoy talking about his wounds, unless it was the large scar amidst his left flank, earned by the rogue who he fought with courage. He was disappointed Redoak, his mentor of his apprenticeship, made him fall back because of the gash. He wished he had more true stories to tell about his scars, but all that runs through his crania is the ones that Blackstag gave him. It was annoying.

This afternoon was a chilly one, Badgerscar had to admit. Bitterly cold and humid - such an enchanting combination. Every surface, every blade of grass and twig is growing long ice crystals ten or more millimeters in length. They are little forests of ice, pure white "trees" growing without roots. When Badgerscar gazed into the distance he saw the low fog that clings, hiding the forestry at the top of the scenery; he felt it too - winter's breath chasing fall's leaves. Thankfully, he was a furry feline, his fur resting as a blanket of warmth against the bitter temperatures. The scars were left exposed, giving him chills every so often from the strikes of zephyrs swinging through. It was a bit of a windy day, a scoff escaping the tomcat's maw.

The cold that had seemed mild compared to what it could grow to become. What residual heat he had absorbed in the warriors' den was gone, it had been his buffer, but unwittingly he had squandered it believing his thick winter coat growing in and tufted paw pads to the task of preserving his body heat. With each breath more heat rose in puffs of white vapor, with each gust of the wind more heat dissipated into the forest. He was dreading the snowfall, despising the fog and bitterness of Wintry temperatures. The way the snow clung and froze to his embodiment irked him, and he wasn't excited about it in the slightest. He might be able to smile if he observes kits playing in the snow, or even young apprentices. He admired the innocence of the younger cats, considering he was still young himself and felt more mature and wiser than he wished. He wasn't complaining, but he wasn't happy about it either.

He came across Ambush Bond, after wandering aimlessly through NightClan territory. He remembered training here occasionally as an apprentice. Badgerscar's tattered physique moved quickly to the pond, glimpsing into the water, his green luminaries staring back at him with a darker silhouette. Drinking cold water in the heat feels like the greatest luxury on earth, but certainly not during the colder seasons. He lowered his crania, salmon-tinged disambiguation lapping up the crystalline liquid. He felt the chill of water run down his esophagus and his head makes an involuntary shake. A numbness creeping  into into his brain - he snorted.

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Hellion]

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I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing
~

Gracklefirst offered no farewell to her denmates or even considered them of importance to be informed of where she had planned to go. Instead, she flicked her tail absently, parting from the camp and heading in any given direction.

Rage grew just under the surface of Gracklestrike most beautiful features. Dull yet captivating, her eyes studied the space around her. On edge since birth, Gracklestrike found no peace in the territory she called home and instead saw it as means to an end. She could hunt for prey, find herself a sizeable meal to present back at camp. Or she could satisfy another need that often yowled louder than hunger ever did.

The need for a fight.

Trapped within the rules of clan life, Gracklestrike extra curricular activities were often put on hold. Her duties as a warrior coming first, the loyalty to Darkstar above all else ensured she stayed on track. Much to her own annoyance.

There were days when her paws ached to feel the flesh of another cat tear and rip from her attack. Other days she'd wait impatiently for a cat to cross a little too close to the border, just to have an excuse to chase them home. Which had started to become few and far between, it seemed TreeClan's warriors had wisened up and left little opportunity for Gracklestrike to extend her claws into leaf-headed TreeClan cats.

Cinderfur, her dead brother, knew of his sister's predilection for violence. Often chided her for such behavior. If only he could see her now, a feline bordering on fiend. How her claws dug into the soft earth of their territory, her jaw clenched with tension. Her nose flaring for the scent of foes.

Cutting her stride abruptly, Gracklestrike headed in an entirely different direction. Her thoughts distracting her enough to relish in the memories of previous fights.

Her love of violence was never about the bloodlust, simply the power and control at the moment. To be able to determine a downed enemy's fate, to allow them to live or die. To watch the panic in their eyes grow, feed the savage beast within in.

Her thoughts came to a halt as her paw pads touched the outer edges of the ambush pond. She knew the place well, her grandmother and primary caregiver in her youth had often brought her and siblings to test them. A vast majority of the clan viewed Starlingcry as a cold and detached warrior.

Gracklestrike only wishes she was. The senior warriors had made it her personal mission to ensure her grand-kits were the best of the best. Training them in ambush pond one of many steps she took and a major factor in Gracklestrike distrust of the territory. Could Starlingcry be lurking in the shadow to attack? Had the lessons and training in paranoia truly ended?

Sensing the presence of a cat, her hackles rose, but when the scent caught in her nose was familiar, she forced her composure. Attempting to will away her fiendish look, with no avail, Gracklestrike rounded a small bend to find herself in the company of Badgerscar. Calling out to him, she made herself known.

"You alright? Or are you trying to hunt?" She made an effort not to shout but still found that task impossible. Gracklestrike's ability to control her volume waxed and wanned with her temper.

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GRACKLESTRIKE

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
Lyrics: Attack - 30 Seconds to Mars
Tag: Gemini

[Gemini]

WORDS: 613 |
TAG: Hellion with Gracklestrike |
NOTES: I apologize if it's a bit short

The charcoal and alabaster tomcat arose, cranium cranking upright as he shifted back against his haunches, abdomen merely touching the plush terrain beneath him. Where he stood has been slightly muddy, his white-tufted foundations cloaked with slushy, stinky mud. The tom exhaled softly, acoustics rotating at the uprising vocalizations from what seemed, a molly within his clan. He hoisted himself upright, prodding the ground uncomfortably from his muddied, stinky digits. Badgerscar's velveteens wrinkled in disgust at the reeking aroma that was lurking on his paws. The tom glanced over his shoulder at the mademoiselle, nodding slowly, "I'm alright, I suppose a bit smelly but that's okay," He uttered sarcastically, recognizing the warrior at Gracklestrike. A fierce one she was.

Badgerscar diligently observed the opposing feline carefully, taking in her features and the sound of her vocals. He was precise when he scrutinized others, genuinely curious about anyone's intentions. It was always something he had done ever since his apprenticeship began, being a very curious and observant young feline from almost the start. He was a curious kit, but not so much observant as he was a rather rambunctious and joyous kit. His malachite gaze solidified, shades of malachite intertwining with pine and evergreen. The tom's gaze became hard and mysterious, a darkening glint appearing within them. Badgerscar abruptly tore his visage from Gracklestrike, feeling as though he stared to long. He might have looked as if he was going to snatch her soul and send it off to StarClan.

The tom's glare moments ago was as if he'd returned from the Dark Forest of the dead, reaping cat's of their lives, despite innocence or not.  There were tons of unknown mysteries to be discovered about the tom, as he hadn't really figured himself out completely. The bachelor figured he'd grown in agony, daunting and cowardice of his own brooding he'd do in the future. Or who knew. Badgerscar exhaled softly, gazing toward the vast abyss above for a moment before return his softening countenance back to the mademoiselle. After a long, awkward silence, the achromatic tomcat tore the air's silence. "Gracklestrike, right?" He inquired, dipping his crania respectfully to greet the opposing warrior. 

"What brings you out here, fellow warrior?" The black and white tomcat sarcastically joked in question. He had known about the opposing feline for her tumultuous voice and perfervid persona, intrigued by the way she somewhat ached for violence. She was interesting and could make a different friend to talk to. He wanted a variety of different friends with drastically different personalities to share his thoughts with and have deep conversations with. He was honestly concerned about angering the hot-headed molly, not particularly wanting to be disdained by a fellow NightClanner. Not really being much of an orator to unfamiliar felines, he wasn't sure what to say. The worst part was attempting to gain these possible friendships, keeping them hasn't been too challenging yet.

The idea of conversation was being procrastinated by the young warrior, not quite sure of what to say to this Molly. He wasn't quite terrified, he was just a skeptical, careful feline when it came to new ones, whether they were within his clan or not. Sure, Gracklestrike wasn't completely unfamiliar to him, but she was barely acquainted to the tom himself. After all, Badgerscar was more on the reclusive side, being introverted and mostly enjoying the times when he's on his lonesome. The behemoth tomcat waited for the femora's response, his gaze gentle upon her.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

no one is actually dead,

until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Hellion]

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I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing
~

Gracklestrike wasn't one to find humor in anything and most considered her dry or dark with what she found comical. His comment about the mud, if an attempt at humor was lost on her. "What do you expect? This place reeks of duck dirt and rotten logs," She commented on the area, flicking a forepaw to rid herself of a newly formed muddied boot. She was no more inclined to like the ambush pond.

It did make for good hunting if the cat was inclined to balance on sinking logs and could tell safe earth from the boggy ground. Her uncle, Coalmask, was far more skilled at the task and he was one of the few cats to prefer this place for hunting. His reasoning forever lost on Gracklestrike.

Badgerscar guessed at her name, her brow rose. How could a clanmate be unsure of her name? It was perhaps one of the more unique names, aside from his own. "I'm the only one there ever has been or will be," She snarked his reply and confirmed her name in a single phrase.

He called her 'fellow warrior', but Gracklestrike found no similarities with him. He was another warrior, yes, but the level she was on and the level he dwelled, in her eyes were vastly different. If anything she was on the tier as legendary and he somewhere among the fodder for wars that she won.

"I'm here to stretch out my legs, see if anything is stupid enough to cross me," Her commented, mouth opening slightly to taste the air. "I'm always eager to find a loner or two desperate enough to venture far into our territory," What she had planned for those would-be trespassers was not spoken, instead of with a flick of her tail she changed the subject.

"What brings you out here?"

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GRACKLESTRIKE

MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
Lyrics: Attack - 30 Seconds to Mars
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