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~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN - AMAB HE/HIM - BEEFED UP TIER 1 ~

Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with light cream-gray fluff on the front of his neck and chest; amber eyes.

Character bio can be read here.

It was an effort for Wolffang to keep his head upright. He felt like he was standing in a river, its greedy waves dragging his fur toward the ground. But one whiff of ShadowClan's reek was all he needed to remain on his paws. None of them could see him as weak. None of them could think that he wasn't strong enough to fight off those minks. After all, they were a mix of predators and prey. Nothing Wolffang couldn't handle. He'd just gotten incredibly unlucky. So unlucky that Dawnstar felt a need to save you, his thoughts hissed. The WindClan warrior's claws sank into the bloodstained earth. The thought wasn't any less repulsive than the act itself. He squared his shoulders and ignored the wet, sticky feeling of his blood as it oozed out of the bite marks on his throat, expertly hidden behind his copious amounts of chest fluff.

Yet the throat wound, the overwhelming stench of blood, the dizziness... it sent bad memories swirling back into Wolffang's mind. He could see himself standing in front of the WindClan camp, swaying, watching tears cloud Leopardsong's beautiful copper eyes...

Someone called his name. Then his nickname.

Startled, Wolffang turned a little faster than he should've, prompting a burst of pain from his throat that almost made him gag. He bit down on it as he came face-to-face with... Deadmoon. He blinked. For some reason, even though she hadn't come with them, he'd expected Leopardsong to stand there, fretting over his wounds as his sister was now. What will Leopardsong think when I come home and she sees me like this? he wondered with a thrill of fear and pain. My first battle, and I'm this roughed up... He had to fight for his Clan, but he didn't want to scare her. Not again.

He realized he'd been quiet for a bit. Forcing himself to focus on Deadmoon's brown tabby figure, he rasped, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I can make it back to camp. Just a bite." It wasn't a lie, not really. The mink bite wasn't severe. But it wasn't light, either. Weird how it was the only wound he'd received.

"Are you al-" he began.

Dawnstar's yowl rang through the air. Wolffang gritted his teeth. He didn't want to take orders from her. Hawkfur's the patrol leader. But it seemed like he had to. "Let's head back," he grunted, doing his best to ignore the flare of pain that occurred whenever he spoke. He gave her a tiny smile. "I'm glad you're here. You're a fine fighter." How could I have ever thought she couldn't be a warrior? The thought filled him with guilt, but it passed like a newleaf rain. Quick and evaporated by the sun. As he'd learned, the past was the past.

Unlike someone.

Wolffang bent to collect his recently-caught mink and tucked it against his throat. Although the wound burned, its dense, glossy pelt helped to stem the bleeding - and hide the bite from prying eyes. Wolffang walked over to the other mink he'd killed - hardly a few steps away - and gathered that one, too, clutching it between his jaws.

Heavy pawsteps made his ear prick. He turned toward it - right as Leechscar's massive dark gray face spoke.

Rage boiled within Wolffang's stomach. The mink dropped from between his teeth and fell to the ground with a thump. The other mink remained in place. His teeth gritted together, and his eyes narrowed into fiery amber slits. It didn't help that he was already feeling guilty about Leopardsong. And right when he was starting to feel decent about Leechscar, the tom rubbed an incredibly sensitive topic in his face and showed just how insufferable he was.

Wolffang shoved his face into Leechscar's as best he could, temporarily ignoring the order to go see Lightningstorm. He was more than a little irked that Leechscar was bigger than him. It made holding the other mink against his throat tougher. "Now you listen here, apprentice," he hissed. He'd never stoop to Leechscar's level, but he might as well throw something in the Fury's face.

"I know you like being insensitive and disrespectful, but I will not tolerate anything aimed at Leopardsong. You think it's funny, rubbing in my face how much she and I both hurt? Well, it's not, and I don't want you to remind us of it, either." His throat was burning now, but he didn't give a rat's behind. "I don't want to upset her, I never had, and it ripped out my insides when I learned how badly it hurt, and you acting like I did so intentionally with my death, which I never wanted to occur, is worse than clawing out my eyes. I never meant to abandon you, either.

"You also seem to have forgotten that I've accepted you as a warrior. I'll stay out of your business as long as you stay out of mine. How you became a Fury with your lack of Clan loyalty astounds me, but I also understand that you are a fine warrior, smart and skilled and strong. I accepted it. Then you go and remind me how much of a fox-heart you really are. I'll stay out of your fur, but you'd better shut up about that-"

A sudden coughing fit overtook Wolffang, and his legs trembled. His throat burned like fire now, and his continual talking caused a rush of blood to squeeze out from behind the mink he clutched with his chin. He forced himself to stay upright, to ignore the rush of dizziness that almost knocked him off his paws. With a gasp, he squeezed out, "And I'm going to Lightningstorm now, though I won't waste her time here. I'll be treated back at camp. And-" Something he'd been meaning to ask Leechscar came bubbling to the surface, something he was astounded came up now when he was so furious.

"...and, while we're at it..." His voice had turned into a weak rasp. "Keep an eye on Twistedpaw, will you? I've done my best, but I can't be there all the time. I... I don't want her... to be treated like... I treated... Ashfeather..."

Why was he still here, talking to Leechscar? Wolffang's pelt boiled, yet it felt like he'd released some pent-up words he'd needed to say for a while. Ones he'd tried to avoid. Swaying slightly, blood oozing from behind the mink, he grabbed the other one he'd dropped. Without looking back, he hurried toward Lightningstorm and put it down.

"I'm fine," he croaked immediately before breaking off with a cough. He tried to swallow, but that just caused another wave of blood to trickle down. He reluctantly let the mink fall from his throat so she could take a better look at it. "I can walk back. Won't waste time... just hard to speak..."

Maybe he'd sound better if he hadn't let everything loose at Leechscar. Ugh, now two cats he hated were going to have to see how weak he was.

@gs29513 @Undertaker (Whew! Meant for Wolffang to say this for a while, but I could never find a good opportunity. Have fun. ) @Alchemist Kitsune (He can make it back to camp, but I'd understand if Lightningstorm is worried. The bite on his throat is bleeding fairly badly, but it's not severe or life-threatening.)