[Aolani]

Originally Posted by Bean

Spot Formerly known as Wildtwist
He/They/Leaf - Former ThC Hornet

What? Why was everyone calling him Wildtwist? "L-Listen. Ya got the wrong cat. I'm not wildtwist, well not anymore. Whoever the hell this Drippingpelt is, I don't care, much less can I remember," leaf spat, curling their tail around their swollen belly. I will protect you, they vowed silently to their unborn kits. "I don't want to fight. If we can just talk this out I-" he paused. What the hell was wrong with everyone!? Why the hell was everyone picking a fight with spot? He knew he had a life he couldn't remember, but he wasn't causing anyone harm! He was just looking for shelter and food, and was trying to care for the unborn kits they carried. What was wrong with that? Yet leaf was getting picked on because of what his past self did. They couldn't remember anything, and yet almost instinctively spot shifted to a battle stance. Where the hell did I learn this? they thought. "I Uh-" they stammered, folding their one ear down. He didn't want blood, but leaf would draw if they had to. Their green eyes glared at the stranger, his face confused. What had he done to everyone to make them hate leaf so much?

[ @hades. - sorry its so crappy my brain had a brainfart in the middle of typing this]

The lithe golden tom's eyes traced his opponent's outline. Something was... off. Did Thunderclan decide to supply there food from twolegs like kittypets? Sounded thunderclan-like enough. Wait, no. They weren't just fat, otherwise they would be obese- how would a tom be- ohh, he got it.

You're Wildtwist, the cat who killed the greatest Shadowclanner who ever lived, and don't play dumb with me because that is A HORRIBLE lie." He snapped. So apparently Wildtwist was an idiot as well as a murderer, which was to be expected from a Squirrelclanner.

"You don't care? YOU DON'T CARE?!" A bullet of anger struck him. A cat could mistake him for a tall golden and black bush with his bristling fur. (That was gonna take a hell of a lot of grooming!) "You ruin and end lives and then you say you don't care? I should've expected such from someone like a Squirrelclanner." His tail lashed and his noseless snout changed into a furious expression. He stepped forward.

'Talk this out.'

"You're a monster!" He yelled, tearing up. He backed up in preparation to pounce. The spark that was revenge was a wildfire; the memory was burning with it. Even if he was blinded, deafened, and completely covered in scar tissue with no legs, he was gonna give this guy a hell of a beating.

Wait, was it ethical to attack a cat carrying kits? When would another chance show, though? There were punishments worse than death. Invisible vines choked any content left in Yellowtwist as Wildtwist took battle stance. Blood would be taken.

Wait. Yellowtwist silently took a breath. The cat wouldn't weaken from his traditional insults. "Aren't you so protective of your kits? Then why, do tell, would you kill Drippingpelt for the sake of pride?" Yellowtwist wouldn't even kill just because. "I was her apprentice, and you took her from me." He waited for the reaction.