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POSTED ON: May 2, 2022 9:45:16 GMT 12
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night warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
It had been a terrifying shock to return to camp to utter chaos. Bisontooth was astonished at how brazen Antlercloud had been. It seemed like his frustrations had been brewing some time, but enough had been enough. [break][break]
Bisontooth didn’t really understand the tuxedo tom’s argument. Some of his points seemed to be seemingly valid - like Mothwing’s search instead of aid from another clan, or the lack of accountability for RiverClan’s prey theft. But, he also didn’t believe he was in a position to judge the inky furred leader. He could understand why Condorstar took the paths he did. And they hadn’t been bad decisions, in the least. Others - like comparing him to a tyrant, or claiming he did not have the clan’s interest at heart, were of course tactics to cause chaos. [break][break]
Bisontooth ran his tongue now around the edge of the thick, herby paste that coated his back leg. The tom had caught Salamanderclaw standing over Skinktail’s body; blood coating his pelt. The two had been siblings. Bisontooth even thought they were perhaps friends. But, Salamanderclaw’s actions proved otherwise. [break][break]
In an instant, Bisontooth turned on his once comrade and fought him with ease. However, the young tom did manage to get a claw or two in. Bisontooth had killed the reddish brown tabby. Although, it had not been intentional. Bisontooth would never intentionally do such a thing. But, he underestimated the strength of his attacks and ended up knocking a blow all too powerful for the young warrior. [break][break]
Bisontooth was wracked with guilt, but he had reassured himself that it was almost like justice for Skinktail. Although, an eye for an eye made the forest blind. He exhaled, pushing the thoughts from his mind. He had asked Myrtlesky to join him in the camp for a bite to eat. Despite his injury, he was still able to hunt - perhaps less successfully than usual, but still well enough. In his recent hunt, he had taught a squirrel. The warrior lay sprawled out in the camp, a paw placed across the top of the brown squirrel - awaiting his companion.
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POSTED ON: May 3, 2022 14:13:08 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Myrtlesky  [attr="class","khaltable"]The deputy was fairly injured. She had wrestled but not with one, but two enemies of ShadowClan during the rebellion. Her fight with Cameliarose had been tricky. The calico had lashed out at her several times, but ended up striking nothing but air. Her aggressive attacks had kept the deputy on her paws, shifting like a shadow in the night. Ratwhisker had gone better, but only just. Perhaps it was the maternal instincts in her that truly drove that fight; pumping her with adrenaline and determination to succeed. Myrtlesky’s body screamed at her; her joints aching as she moved. The fight had exhausted her and many of her muscles hadn’t been used extensively for a small while. She spied Bisontooth lying in the camp with a squirrel. She felt a small smile tug at her maw; almost a smirk. The tom had managed to hunt her favorite prey. A coincidence? She had heard about his run-in with Salamanderclaw and what he did. However, she did not judge him. Tensions had been exceptionally high, with many of their loved ones threatened and hurt in the fray. Death had unfortunately been inevitable. The feline eased herself down, slowly laying down beside the warrior. She also had thick, herby pastes and mixtures patched across her pelt. She smelt like a walking medicine cat den. She flicked her brown fluffy tail across her paws; her pale blue eyes studied Bisontooth with intrigue. He was actually a rather attractive tom. His brown and white tabby fur was pretty. She liked his darkened ear tufts, and comforting green eyes. Also, now that she thought about it - she rather liked his company too. She always had, really. But, perhaps the distance only now just made her realize her true appreciation for the warrior. “Are you trying to get on my good side?” Myrtlesky asked, her eyes drifted to the squirrel. [newclass=".khaltable"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass][newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: May 6, 2022 21:25:56 GMT 12
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The camp was surprisingly quiet. Several cats were resting and recovering. It had, after all, only been about a quarter-moon since the rebellion took hold of ShadowClan. Bisontooth exhaled slowly, enjoying the peace and quiet. He could hear distant chatter, murmurs and meows, even the faint songs of birds in the trees surrounding the camp.. But, it was ambience. [break][break]
Myrtlesky approached as he was basking in the silence of the camp. However, she could not disrupt such a perfect moment - even if she tried. If anything, she only made it better. The smell of her poultices burned at his nostrils, but he didn’t say anything; he merely nodded to her warmly. [break][break]
There was no sun where he was sprawled out. He lay against a cold, large rounded boulder pitched outside the main cave system. The rock provided some shade, while his paws were stretched out into faded sunlight. Myrtlesky’s presence brought a small but noticeable smile to his muzzle. His green eyes went to the squirrel and he lifted his paw up, and nudged it towards her, placing it directly in between them. [break][break]
“I didn’t realize I was ever on your bad side,” he replied; his teeth showing briefly in a clumsy smile. “But, at least I know the way to your heart is through prey.” He knew she was teasing. But, he wasn’t very good at being all playful. He tried, although he always felt a bit clumsy and awkward. [break][break]
He flicked his tabby ears and nodded to the squirrel. “I hope you’re hungry - I caught this one near the forest.”
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POSTED ON: May 10, 2022 12:39:47 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Myrtlesky [attr="class","khaltable"]It was relaxing lying in the shade with Bisontooth. Part of her body was covered by the rock’s shelter, the other exposed to the low sunlight. She realized how quiet the camp was; most warriors were asleep - resting and recovering from their injuries, or were out doing light duties. She exhaled slowly, stretching out her pointed paws briefly, before retracting them in, under herself. “It’s so quiet around here,” she mused, “I guess everyone is still recovering…Or in shock,” she said, quieter, her ears flattened against her head. Myrtlesky knew that Condorstar was not holding up very well. He had taken the rebellion very personally; like an attack on himself as a leader and cat of ShadowClan. She understood why he was so upset - it seemed only natural. He had after all poured his everything into changing ShadowClan and making it a reputable clan. But, you couldn’t please everyone. And, perhaps the rebellion was a very cruel reminder of that. The deputy felt her chest grow warm, her smile widened as Bisontooth stated that he now knew the way to her heart. Apparently, it was squirrels. And maybe, she couldn’t deny that. She leaned forward and inhaled the warm scent of the squirrel. It was earthy and fresh. Her mouth began to salivate. Myrtlesky hadn’t really eaten much today, and it became increasingly clear as her stomach gave off a low growl. The deputy embarrassedly felt her cheeks flush as she took a few gentle bites of the squirrel. Its meat was tender and delicious. The point ate about half of the squirrel and left the remainder for Bisontooth. She looked up to him and nudged it across, before beginning her usual groom. “That was lovely,” she said with a happy sigh, “It seems you really can read minds.” [newclass=".khaltable"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass][newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: May 13, 2022 20:15:47 GMT 12
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night warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Bisontooth listened as the molly explained how quiet it was, and he nodded slowly to her in agreement. He flattened one ear as he thought about his clan-mates - those that were left. Many took side with Antlercloud and joined his crew; wherever they were now. Bisontooth hoped that they wouldn’t get far. They didn’t deserve to get far; not after the stunt they pulled. [break][break]
“How are you feeling by the way?” He asked, as he looked to the molly’s covered wounds. He had heard that she fought two of the rebels; Camelliarose and Ratwhisker. Camelliarose had never been a particularly friendly or capable warrior. He had always thought pretty poorly of her, and even more so now that she had become a traitor. [break][break]
Ratwhisker however had always been a mysterious character…One that Bisontooth wasn’t sure he could actually trust. When he heard that Ratwhisker had attacked Scorchkit; Bisontooth instantly felt his attitude for Ratwhisker shift into hatred. “Where do you think they are now?” He ended up asking the she-cat. [break][break]
The tom felt his chest swell with happiness as Myrtlesky polished half of the squirrel. He had guessed that she would be hungry. The deputy was a selfless cat; who always put the clan and others before herself. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she forgot to eat, or had given her prey up to another. Bisontooth remembered how she still kept managing the clan while Condorstar was sick, and she was heavily pregnant. It had been very dangerous and risky, but she did what she had to - for ShadowClan. “Absolutely any time,” he said as he hooked a claw around the squirrel, pulling it closer. Bisontooth took his time tearing into the squirrel and swallowing the bites of prey. He was hungry, but he kept pausing to study the deputy and her soft, gentle, blue eyes. She was so pretty.
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POSTED ON: May 16, 2022 11:14:13 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Myrtlesky [attr="class","khaltable"] Myrtlesky drew her paws across her long, ivory whiskers several times before tucking them back under herself. She relaxed, dropping her shoulders down. She felt relaxed around Bisontooth, truly relaxed. And, what was even better? Her stomach was now warm and full. The she-cat wrapped her long tail around her body. “I’m doing okay,” she admitted, “I guess I’m still rather shocked and angry about what happened. Condorstar feels like he has failed himself and everyone else; while I just feel anger..And I guess sadness? I don’t know yet if at myself or at the traitors,” she said. “Maybe we have failed you all..” The deputy wasn’t really an open cat. She tended to keep much of her thoughts and feelings to herself; sealed away inside. Knowledge was power, after all. But, she trusted Bisontooth. He, Dawnpelt, Hibiscusbloom, and Skywhisper were likely the only ones she really felt she could trust with her thoughts. “My body aches a little - the wounds still burn slightly too. But, nothing that won’t heal in time,” she added. The deputy’s gaze traveled to the tom’s cuts; the ones caused by Salamanderclaw. “What about you?”Myrtlesky had been thinking about Antlercloud a lot. She had a feeling she knew why he decided to strike out. Power. But, he had lost… Surely, he wouldn’t have risked all that for nothing? What was next? The borders had been pushed by rogues and she didn’t feel that was a simple coincidence. She believed they were helping Antlercloud. It seemed simply too suspicious to be anything else. But, where was he going now? To another clan? Or, would he try and forge his own? Myrtlesky knew the stories of rogues or former clan-cats trying to create their own clans, none of which were ever accepted by StarClan. But, they existed, acting as thorns in the sides for most clans. A frown crossed her maw. “I don’t know,” she said, simply, “ But, that troubles me. I doubt this will be the last we see of them.”[newclass=".khaltable"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass][newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: May 17, 2022 20:50:19 GMT 12
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night warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Bisontooth was a great listener. Perhaps a better listener than talker, most would say. Myrtlesky was someone, though, that he could listen to all sunrise without ever getting tired of what she had to say. [break][break]
Myrtlesky was honest with him. She always had been. Their friendship did after all span across seasons upon seasons. It only felt natural that they were able to communicate with each other so easily, so openly. [break][break]
He couldn’t truly understand how both she and Condorstar felt; ShadowClan had always been his home, but he hadn’t put everything he had into its leadership. He hadn’t made decisions that impacted everyone like they had. He couldn’t say he knew exactly how it felt. But, he could imagine. “Have you ever heard the saying about gemstones?” He asked, raising a brow. “They say that a gemstone can never be shiny without friction. Perhaps this applies to you too, Myrtlesky. Perhaps you are a gemstone, who is undergoing friction so you can truly shine..” [break][break]
Bisontooth wasn’t sure whether his words were helpful or not. But, he had heard the analogy many moons ago, and it had always resonated well with him. “I think it’s natural to be angry. But, I think it’s in times like these, that we discover our true strength. We can band together and show Antlercloud that our hope and passion is not dimmed by his actions, or we can cower and let him win. We won the physical fight. But, now it is time for us to win the mental one.” [break][break]
The warrior shifted closer and draped his tail loosely across the molly’s shoulders. He enjoyed being close to her, but in that moment - he only wished to reassure her, to comfort her. “I think you’re right. I think we will see them again. But, we will be prepared.”
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POSTED ON: May 20, 2022 11:34:09 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Myrtlesky [attr="class","khaltable"] Myrtlesky felt the warm tail of Bisontooth brush against her shoulders. She wasn’t really one for physical touch and romance, but she felt herself lean into him and relish at the touch. The deputy could taste Bisontooth’s scent under her nose, and she felt her skin burn briefly with embarrassment. Bisontooth wasn’t really a talker. And she knew that. But, she didn’t mind. She actually perhaps preferred it. The tom asked if she knew the saying about gems and instantly, the deputy shook her head. Myrtlesky while clever, was not really wise. She had heard the stories told by elders, but she didn’t know the inspirational stories and sayings that were designed to lift moods. The only one she really knew was ‘a tabby cannot change it’s stripes’. The rest, were completely unknown to her. The saying was enlightening and it made her smile slightly. His words continued though, almost surprising her. She could have sworn she had never heard him talk this much before. She appreciated it though; his words of comfort, his intentions. He felt right too. The tom’s words spoke the truth. They almost seemed to motivate her. She didn’t really have anything to say, so instead she leaned into him; pressing her pointed pelt into his. [newclass=".khaltable"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass][newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#d2e3d1;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: May 24, 2022 16:10:01 GMT 12
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night warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
IHis words were met by silence. However, the deputy’s actions spoke louder than words ever could. He noted a flash of a smile, and then she leaned into him, pressing into him. Bisontooth automatically felt his skin burn. He hadn’t intended on this turning into a romantic moment, but he certainly didn’t mind it. [break][break]
The silence was actually nice. It was peaceful. Bisontooth lowered his head, placing it atop of the she-cats. They were cuddled together in an embrace. This had once been a dream of his, but it was now a reality. Bisontooth pushed the thoughts aside though. He’d hate to ruin a moment so perfect.
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