(Song based off of Hamilton's Blow Us All Away and Stay Alive (reprise) just for funsies!)
Aldertail is a strong, young warrior who thinks life is perfect, but one day he over hears Adderstrike. He is bad mouthing his father. Aldertail confronts Adderstrike, and all Adderstrike stays nonchalant as usual. He walks away, leaving Aldertail to be enraged. Young and foolish, Aldertail follows Adderstrike and continues to confront him. He is then insulted in response to his confrontations. This was the last straw. Aldertail challenges Adderstrike to a battle. Nothing more than a sparring match. Adderstrike eagerly accepts.
The next morning Aldertail speaks to his [Father]. His [Father] instructs him on how to properly spar. Aldertail listens with intent, and heads off to spar with Adderstrike. [Father] secretly follows to make sure his son will be okay. Aldertail and Adderstrike prepare to fight. Then, it begins. In a matter of seven seconds exactly, Aldertail is struck in the throat. Blood pours out of his neck, staining the grass red. Adderstrike flees from the scene. [Father] emerges from behind a hill, and rushes to his son's side. They both quietly chat, [Father] making sure he saves his breath. There is nothing he can do. He can't leave Aldertail there to fetch help, and there wasn't a single piece of moss in sight.
[Mother] is passing by when she sees her son lying on the grass, bleeding out. She screeches in horror, and sprints to his aid. [Mother] immediately questions [Father], and turns her attention to Aldertail as he speaks. He delusionally recalls memories between him and [Mother]. Then, Aldertail, [Father] and [Mother] talk for a few moments before Aldertail dies. The parents are both devastated. They both drag Aldertail back fo camp, and explain what happens.
The end!
Requirements:
WindClan Warrior- prepare your charrie to kill! He or she may be exiled or kill and leave forever!
Father- must be concerned for his son, but teach him to do the right thing.
Mother- must be devastated at the sight of her son's bleeding body.
Name: Adderstrike Age: 36 moons Gender: Tom Role: WindClan Warrior Appearance:Boop Personality: Adderstrike is brash and tends to act before thinking. He's rather impatient and these things combined can lead to him getting into quite a bit of trouble or even danger. He's loyal to his Clan above all, but will rarely bat an eye if a single cat is lost; he cares more for the whole. Roleplaying Example:
A dark, blue-grey shape slipped into the camp, green eyes narrowed and tail tip twitching. They turned their head and scanned the clearing, amused to see Flashpaw and Breezepaw messing around with Aspenkit. Pumpkinpaw seemed to be watching them. This blue-grey cat, Bluepaw, named for his rare coat colour, looked around for his other friends.
He noticed Wolfpaw nearby and frowned thoughtfully. He could go join in the tussle with Flashpaw, Breezepaw and Aspenkit; go and watch with Pumpkinpaw; or go up to Wolfpaw. Bluepaw had just come back from a failed hunting mission and didn't feel much like talking to or fighting with anyone, even if it was just play. Still sour about the fat mouse that had just barely evaded his claws, the apprentice began to pad across the clearing to his friends.
He settled down beside Pumpkinpaw, wrapping his silver-tipped tail his paws, green eyes narrowing slightly against the gentle breeze flowing through the camp. He glanced over at his friend and meowed, "Have they been at it for long?" The sturdy tom's calm emerald eyes followed his clanmates as they tussled, apprentices and kit. He allowed himself a small smile as he remembered just why his loved his Clan.
Other: Nope
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"If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell." —Virgil, The Aeneid
Name: Adderstrike Age: 36 moons Gender: Tom Role: WindClan Warrior Appearance:Boop Personality: Adderstrike is brash and tends to act before thinking. He's rather impatient and these things combined can lead to him getting into quite a bit of trouble or even danger. He's loyal to his Clan above all, but will rarely bat an eye if a single cat is lost; he cares more for the whole. Roleplaying Example:
A dark, blue-grey shape slipped into the camp, green eyes narrowed and tail tip twitching. They turned their head and scanned the clearing, amused to see Flashpaw and Breezepaw messing around with Aspenkit. Pumpkinpaw seemed to be watching them. This blue-grey cat, Bluepaw, named for his rare coat colour, looked around for his other friends.
He noticed Wolfpaw nearby and frowned thoughtfully. He could go join in the tussle with Flashpaw, Breezepaw and Aspenkit; go and watch with Pumpkinpaw; or go up to Wolfpaw. Bluepaw had just come back from a failed hunting mission and didn't feel much like talking to or fighting with anyone, even if it was just play. Still sour about the fat mouse that had just barely evaded his claws, the apprentice began to pad across the clearing to his friends.
He settled down beside Pumpkinpaw, wrapping his silver-tipped tail his paws, green eyes narrowing slightly against the gentle breeze flowing through the camp. He glanced over at his friend and meowed, "Have they been at it for long?" The sturdy tom's calm emerald eyes followed his clanmates as they tussled, apprentices and kit. He allowed himself a small smile as he remembered just why his loved his Clan.
Other: Nope
Accepted! ^^
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:”3 Yikes. Talk about a hiatus.
I’m back and gayer! than ever!!
~Blow Us All Away~
