Post by Avery on Oct 12, 2015 19:25:42 GMT -5
Tags: Clemintine
Words: 431
Muse: Good!
Ooc: Here's Hawkblaze in all his gloryyyy <3
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The large frame of a tom was settled among the dark green underbrush that surrounded the spindly blackened tree. Long, scraggly branches arched their way towards the sky as if the tree was still determined to grow even after it's fateful death by flames. Dark brown eyes took in the sight, marveling at how the streaks of soot still clung stubbornly to the white bark. Water dropped onto his thick tabby coat, turning his black marbling into a blurry illusion of markings. It had been a rather unadventurous journey into Stormclan, with no resistance whatsoever by his Clan's neighbor, so the Midnightclan tom had decided to seek out the Charred Pine that he had heard about in Gatherings when he was an apprentice. It was a rare moment of innocence for the stoic tom, and if his partner Foxfire ever found out he was here marveling at a tree, she'd claw his ears clean off.
No, the tom rarely let his past come through.
What did he show?
To most, a charismatic charmer that got his way through sly wording and dashing smiles. To other's if he disagreed with them, or they crossed him the wrong way, he struck fear into their hearts using pure brute strength. Yes, many spoke of him with hushed tones of respect or awe, but if they only knew his true side, they would realize how maniacal he actually was. His heart's desire was to rule the forest with iron claw, restructuring the Clans into his vision of Pureblood's and subordinate she-cat's. He wanted to unify all of them under his banner of bloodshed and war; wishing to complete the his true soulmate's vision. The silver image of Silverstar flashed before his orbs, the only she-cat he believed was truly destined to be on the same level of tom's. She was ambitious, dangerous, and most of all feared... And he had lost the chance to know her since her death in the Battle Against Silverstar. It was a pity... but he knew that she would approve of his plan, and she would approve of the help offered by the equally bloodthirsty she-cat Foxfire. Black streaked tail twitched before he heaved himself to his paws, shaking his whiskers in order to clear the rain that had settled onto the black stalks. It was growing late, he needed to return to his Clan in order to keep up appearances of a good warrior.
A slight smirk painted his black lips;
If only they knew.
Words: 431
Muse: Good!
Ooc: Here's Hawkblaze in all his gloryyyy <3
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The large frame of a tom was settled among the dark green underbrush that surrounded the spindly blackened tree. Long, scraggly branches arched their way towards the sky as if the tree was still determined to grow even after it's fateful death by flames. Dark brown eyes took in the sight, marveling at how the streaks of soot still clung stubbornly to the white bark. Water dropped onto his thick tabby coat, turning his black marbling into a blurry illusion of markings. It had been a rather unadventurous journey into Stormclan, with no resistance whatsoever by his Clan's neighbor, so the Midnightclan tom had decided to seek out the Charred Pine that he had heard about in Gatherings when he was an apprentice. It was a rare moment of innocence for the stoic tom, and if his partner Foxfire ever found out he was here marveling at a tree, she'd claw his ears clean off.
No, the tom rarely let his past come through.
What did he show?
To most, a charismatic charmer that got his way through sly wording and dashing smiles. To other's if he disagreed with them, or they crossed him the wrong way, he struck fear into their hearts using pure brute strength. Yes, many spoke of him with hushed tones of respect or awe, but if they only knew his true side, they would realize how maniacal he actually was. His heart's desire was to rule the forest with iron claw, restructuring the Clans into his vision of Pureblood's and subordinate she-cat's. He wanted to unify all of them under his banner of bloodshed and war; wishing to complete the his true soulmate's vision. The silver image of Silverstar flashed before his orbs, the only she-cat he believed was truly destined to be on the same level of tom's. She was ambitious, dangerous, and most of all feared... And he had lost the chance to know her since her death in the Battle Against Silverstar. It was a pity... but he knew that she would approve of his plan, and she would approve of the help offered by the equally bloodthirsty she-cat Foxfire. Black streaked tail twitched before he heaved himself to his paws, shaking his whiskers in order to clear the rain that had settled onto the black stalks. It was growing late, he needed to return to his Clan in order to keep up appearances of a good warrior.
A slight smirk painted his black lips;
If only they knew.
