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Originally Posted by Gemini
the white Tom sprinted into the battle. His mitchmatched eyes scanned the clearing for a cat to attack, his fluffy large frame looked like a white cloud in a stormy sky. As Cottonspirit stood bus ground he licked his paw and ran it over his ear before unshelthing his claws he slowly strolled in hoping that he would not have to fight the other cats he had never really enjoyed fighting to say the least, yet he was only following his clan. He had seen Asterbounce leave camp and just had to follow. As his mitchmatched gaze darted around the fray of cats and fangs he thought back to the first battle and the horrors that he had witnessed he had seen so much and it was.. terrifying to say the least, by no means was this his first battle but he always hoped that it would be the last one seen in his lifetime he always hoped for that. As he watched all of the other cats fighting he scanned the clearing for the possibility of any other cats to take on, that wouldn’t be to scared to come for him. Though in fact he was very sweet and lazy he was a massive cat.
The white maine coon rushed away from where he was standing and looked at his surroundings trying his best to find an open space with maybe a few flowers. Cottonspirit looked around upon noticing a grassy patch and began to walk over hoping his white coat would not become spattered with blood turning him red. Hopefully it wouldn’t make Asterbounce fret over him. If anything he would fret over Asterbounce but he wouldn’t let it happen the other way around with his white fur fluffed out he looked like a giant. He wasn’t preparing to fight only repelling others he plucked up a flower and yet kept his claws unsheathed. With the flower he moved it behind his ear and slowly took another step twards the mess of claws and teeth.
He saw the blood fly off another cat spattering his muzzle he hated the way that it looked with his eyes narrowing it appeared that he was going to leap into battle yet he was truly angry that this cat fighting had ruined his perfect white pelt. That his maw was now tinged red. With a lick he tried to get the blood of yet spat it out for he hated the way that it was thick on his tongue. He slowly took a step forward knowing that it his face was tinted red which made him appear to want a fight. With a careful pawsetep he prepared himself while his thoughts were still in Asterbounce he would fight for the tom’s love and show him his strength. With that he ran into the battle and smiled at his new motives.
[WindClan peacemaker OPEN] |
Pikerunner stood staring at the Riverclanners growling slightly,” Fox hearts.” He spat. Pikerunner was a former Riverclanner, but his entire family was murdered by Riverclanners and resulted in a life-long hatred towards Riverclan and him leaving the clan to join Windclan. His eyes drifted apon a tom he recognized
Cottonpaw.... Due to living in Riverclan for all of his kithood and half of his apprenticehood he knew most of the warriors. He approached Cottonpaw with unsheathed claws, snarling,” Cottonpaw.” He spat before aiming a blow for his nose.