Inferno, the revengeful
Rogue
He/Him
Purrks: Killer Aptitude Tier 1 (Inactive)
Just a quiet day... Strangely, past when he was a ThunderClanner, just a young apprentice... He always believed that the Outskirts of the clans were always a place where blood flowed in crimson rivers.
They were far from what he had believed. Those some beliefs that just became kindling for the fire of hatred that burned within him.
Like so... So... So... Many things in which he believed in a time that wasn't his...
Friendship.
Love.
Loyalty.
Honor.
Family.
Trust.
Home.
Hope.
Himself.
In short, anything that was left in the plate of the damned, the lost, and forgotten... Reborn was Inferno, after all, you can't bury someone alive can you? They'll always come back.
Even if they gave away everything they were to do so. Was it a sin to do so? Perhaps it was, but why would a dead man walking care about this?
The massive tom walked slowly, treading along a path that bigger animals dug behind them, humming for himself an anthem to rage, anger and revenge. The air was cool, not to hot, not to cold, just what he needed to soothe his many burns and scars after another harsh Leaf-Bare...
Maybe he would assist to a new hellfire this year? That were his thoughts as he wandered. His revengeful mind was at ease, for now, burning timidly, fanned by his stroll in the wild...
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