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[ General Information ]
| Name(s) | Peachcloud
| Pronunciation | Puh-each-kl-oud

| Origins |
|| Peach - for his soft orange pelt color
|| Cloud - requested
| Nickname(s) | N/A
| Age | 18 moons (Last updated: 4/12/18)

| Birth Season | New-Leaf
| Sex | Male | Gender Identity | Male
| Breed | Oriental short hair x American short hair x Siamese x Abyssinian

| Clan | Riverclan
| Birth clan | Riverclan
| Rank | Water bearer
| Mentor(s) | -
| Current Apprentice | -
| Previous Apprentice(s) | -

[ Appearance ]
| Book Description | A soft cream ginger tom
| Pelt |
| Fur Statistics |
2/10 :: ●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Rough
4/10 :: ●●●●○○○○○○ ➟ Dry
9/10 :: ●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Smooth
9/10 :: ●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Soft
Short :: ●○○○○○○○○○ :: Long
| Eyes | Gold
| Body Type | Slim with long limbs
| Height | 10 in
| Weight | 8 lbs
| Most Noticeable Features |
his pale ginger fur
| Disabilities or Scars |
none
| Accessories |
None
| Body Movement | bouncy and entergetic
| Scent | fresh rain and new grass
| Voice | light and melodic

[ Skills ]
1. Element - Your character can hold their breath for long periods of time.
2. Saint - Your character can walk on water as if it's a solid.
3. Swimmer - Your character can breathe underwater.
4. Reign - Your character can levitate or control water about the size of another cat.
5. Vapor - Your character can change the state of water from vapor to liquid and to solid.
[ Romantic Relations ]
| Orientation | The Gay
| Preference(s) |
Some one fun and as good looking as he is (if someone like that even exists)
| Looking For | Yes :: No
Quick Fling
Lasting Relationship
Not Sure
| Currently Attracted to |
- None
| Previous Attractions/Relationships |

- None
| Sexual Activity | Looking

[ Personality ]
Positive :: Neutral :: Negative ::

[ Affectionate ::]
Peachcloud is very touchy-feely. He likes to cuddle and share tongues. If he's you're friend, you will know it. He doesn't like to be alone often, so he surrounds himself with friends and acquaintances as he gets lonely easly.

[ Energetic ::]
This tom can not sit still. He needs to be out and about. Being confined to camp would be akin to death for this tom. He needs to move, and if he isn't given the chance to during the day, he finds it difficult to sleep or pay attention. He's always up for an adventure, and you can count on him to get even the laziest of cats moving.

[ Passionate ::]
Something that is not always evident, but this tom cares a lot, probably sometimes too much. He puts his all into everything he does, and doesn't really know how to put things down half finished. He wants to see things to the end, even if it runs him ragged. He doesn't know when to give up and often times just won't.

[ Flirty ::]
Its no secret that Peachcloud loves attention, particularly of the romantic kind. He's known for playing the field a bit. He's a flirt and a tease, and while he plays pretty hard for one team, he is not above leading a pretty she-cat on just for the attention. He loves to be the center of everyone's life.

[ Playful ::]
Going hand in hand with his seemingly never ending energy, Peachcloud is also quiet playful. He has a hard time taking serious things (not involving himself of course) seriously, and often turns things into games or competition. watch out though, he is one hell of a sore looser.

[ Arrogant ::]
Its no secret that Peachcloud is full of himself. He seems to spend most of his time preening like a peacock and showing off. Be that to friends or crushes. Because of that, he doesn't handle sharing the spot light or being shown up well, and insulting his appearance is a great way to make him mad.

[ Reckless ::]
Peachcloud doesn't exactly think things through. Its not that he thinks he's the best of the best, but he wants to show others that he is not afraid, so he tends to jump headlong into the fray in an effort to be seen as brave or a good leader. Trying to hold him back is often a difficult feet as he tends to disregard authority.

[ Argumentative ::]
Peachcloud is right. He is always right. There is not changing his mind, and frankly, he doesn't particularly want to change anyone else's mind either, he just wants them to know that he is right. Every time.
[ History ]
[ Before Birth :: Kithood / 0-6 moons :: Apprenticeship / 6-12 moons :: Adulthood / 12+ moons ]
| Before Birth :: |

Both Swiftstream and Ripplesong had been born in Thunderclan, only a moon apart and with Riverclan marks. They had played some as denmates for the few moons before Swiftstream was escorted to the riverclan border. He was missed by his parents and littermates, having to make the journey alone, and not long after, so did Ripplesong. She had almost forgotten the tom by the time she made her own journey. He blended right in with the other riverclan cats, his fur already sleek and smooth from the fish oil, with all the grace of the warriors. It wasn't until he had approached her like he had known her that it all clicked, and they were inseperable ever since.

Like Swiftstream before her, Ripplesong fit right in, and soon enough, they both earned their names, Swiftstream as a warrior, and Ripplesong as a skilled weaver. They enjoyed their easy lives, finding friends in the strangest of faces. They were both friendly and kind and in a way, kind of fell into a relationship. They never really had any sort of formal announcements, they had simply been friends for so long, it all just sort of... happened.

Another litter of kittens in the clan sparked the conversation, with Swiftstream bringing it up to the sweet she-cat about starting a family, little did he know, she had been thinking the same thing, and it wasn't long before the young she-cat was heavy with kits. She celbrated her Queen's day with Swiftstream, surrounded by her friends and family, though they may have not been blood, she considered them as such, and on one of the first few days of new-leaf, they welcomed three healthy kittens into the clan.

| 0-6 moons :: |

Peachkit was the youngest of this siblings and the only tom, named after his pale ginger coat that somewhat resembled the fruit. He was the quiet one, happy to follow around in his sister's pawsteps, easily falling into trouble with the lot of them. Ripplesong considered him her sweet boy and tended to coddle him a little when his sisters teased him for being softer than them. He was prone to crying at the slightest provication, and as much as he loved his siblings and love their adventures, as his mother said, he was a little sensitive to their rough housing. Of course, his sisters loved him to, but they liked to wrestle and play rough and shout, and Peachkit would have much rather spent his time listening to the elders stories, and that was how he spent most of his kithood.

When the weather was warm and the river was gentle, Swiftstream took the three of them out for their first swim. Peachkit had been originally skittish, but with a little encouragement from his sister, he jumped right in along with them, enjoying their time together. They were nearing their apprenticeships, but their parents had still had not broken the news to them. Blossemkit would not be training with them. She had been born with Thunderclan marks, and would soon be leaving them.

Naturally, the three of them were devastated. They had noticed their sister had different marks to them, but they hadn't really known what all of that meant until then. They spent their last couple of days together playing, Cloudkit determined not to let their last days together as denmates be sad. Unfortunately, they had not been allowed to escort their sister to the Thunderclan border, but they were allowed to walk with them to the river, before it would be too dangerous for them to try and cross.

| 6-12 moons :: |
Not long after, Peachkit became Peachpaw. He had been placed as a Water bearer with an older tom named Smoothfur as a mentor. Luckily for him, his sister had been given the same assignment, her mentor being the tom's older brother, so the two of them often trained together. Still being rather skittish and nervous, he latched onto his older sister, almost like he was scared to leave her side. He didn't make friends well, even with the other apprentices that had been born in Riverclan. Some of the other apprentices teased him for messing up or being so quiet, though his sister would always chase them off with a stern look. In his eyes, she was the toughest cat he knew. Of course, she teased him from time to time, though only in the way that siblings do. She was his protector in every sense of the word.

They trained together often, nearly everyday, and the days they didn't, they spent their afternoons sharing their days. They were best friends, pure and simple. Peachpaw felt better around his older sister and seemed to open up more when she was around. With her help, he learned to make a few friends with his denmates, though he was always the quiet one, a little shy but sweet and always willing to be a listening ear when they needed it. He was well liked by those that knew him, though many did not know him well, he was slowly starting to work his way out of his shell.

All seemed to be going well for the two of them, they would soon be graduating as water bearer, all that was left was their final assessment. They needed to inspect one of the river's tributaries and make sure they were clear and free of debris. The weather did not seem to want to make it easy either, dark clouds loomed on the horizon, and the strong wind brought the scent of rain. Their mentors thought it would be a good challenge for the pair and sent them off, silently watching from the sidelines as they got to work. Naturally, Cloudpaw took point, but Peachpaw did his best to be take some initiative. All seemed to be going well until the winds started to pick up, wind whipped the trees and beat the branches against trunks as the rain broke, drenching the two of them in moments. They decided it would be best to take some shelter while the worst of the storm passed, but lightning cracked the sky and split branches from the trees, sending them crashing down on top of the party. They jumped back to avoid the crash, but Cloudpaw was not so lucky. The branches had her pinned, the leaves obscuring her body as they rushed to free her, they carried her back to camp as quickly as they could given the storm, but there was nothing the medicine cat could do but ease her pain.

Naturally, the clan was rocked by her death, but no one more than Peachpaw. They had been on the eve of their adulthood, both should have been receiving their new names, not mourning a loss. The leader gave the tom some time to adjust before approaching him about receiving his name. They knew it would be hard for him, given he should have been going through it with his sister, it was then Peachpaw requested that he take his sister's name. they took some time to think on the request, but eventually agreed.

| Warrior hood 12+ moons :: |

Peachpaw became Peachcloud, named after his sister, and with a new name, seemed to come a new tom. Gone was the quiet, sweet, sensitive Peachpaw, he was down right mean. Having lost a big part of him, he needed to be seen. No longer did he have the person he could go to tell everything to, so instead he put himself in positions to be seen, sometimes getting him into trouble as put himself in the eyes of his clan mates. He threw himself into other's lives, living for the attention. As he got a little bit older, and he began drawing a different kind of attention, he started wanting that to. He wanted to be wanted. Peachcloud likes to consider himself the most eligible riverclan bachelor, because then at least he knew someone wanted to be around him.

Even moons after, the ginger tom has struggled to regain his footing after his sister's death. He lost a bit of himself along with her, and he's still trying to figure that out, not that he's willing to say it, or even knows it himself. He seems to have soured to the world, becoming a bit of a pessimist, and its goign to take some really special someones to drag him out of it.

[ Heritage ]
| Father's Side ||
Father || Swiftstream || Riverclan warrior || Alive ||

| Mother's Side ||
Mother || Ripplesong || Riverclan weaver || Alive ||

| Siblings |
Sister || Cloudpaw || Riverclan Apprentice || Deceased ||
Sister || Blossombreeze || Windclan warrior || Alive ||

| Nieces + Nephews | None

| Mate(s) | -
| Kit(s) | -

[Relationship and Plot tracker]

★ t r i v i a

Likes:
♦ Thing || Cool water on a hot day
♦ Smell || Rain
♦ Food || Fatty Fish
♦ Place || The river
♦ Feeling || Swimming
♦ Sound || Running water

Dislikes:
♦ Thing || Floods
♦ Smell || rotting plants
♦ Food || squirrels
♦ Place || swamps
♦ Feeling || thick mud
♦ Sound || harsh wind

Fears:
♦ death
♦ 5ever alone
♦ Cats not liking him

Dreams:
♦ He doesn't even know
♦ He just wants to be loved by everyone and have cats fight over his affection. Thats the real dream right there. Shallow acceptance.

Habits
♦ He tends to bounce on his toes when he gets antsy

Hobbies
♦ He likes to collect stones/shells and show them off

Theme Songs:
♦ Young Love by Eli Lieb
♦ All the King's Horses by Karmina
♦ Flares by The Script

★ r o l e p l a y

timezone || CET

cursing || yes
violence || yes
gore || within reason
Sexual || I don't do R rated rps, but i'm fine with flirty rp

role play example ||
Leopardpaw had waited, with baited breath and racing heart to sneak out of camp until the last of his clan mates retired, listening keenly for the sounds of their easy breath before he even dared to move. A soft voice in the back of his head, breathing down the back of his neck, urging him out of his nest, walking him through how to sneak out of camp and across the thunderpath, making his heart race only that much faster as he darted out of the glowing gazes of roaring monsters. Fear gripped him, though it didn’t feel like him that it had suck its claws into, but rather something outside of him, someone he was leaving behind at the thunderclan border as he prowled through the dark.

Scorchfur snapped at him to straight his gaze, roll his shoulders, he had been invited. Tonight, he wasn’t an intruder, and he wasn’t going to be stepped on like a homeless rat, or at least that’s what the glowing eyes flicking in the corners of his vision and barley audible whispering told him as he willed himself forward, his molted pelt blending into the dark shadows as he found himself in the tiny clearing, though he was clearly not the first to arrive. He spotted the apprentice first, Leopardpaw felt like he had seen the tom before, at a gathering once, but that felt like another life time ago, and the other tom, leopardpaw couldn’t even be bothered to remember, even if he had seen him before. He slipped into the clearing, quiet with set emerald eyes fixated on the rogue, feeling something inside him jump with excitement, though he felt himself silently hoping that it wasn’t him that had.

Description

[ General Information ]
| Name(s) | Peachcloud
| Pronunciation | Puh-each-kl-oud

| Origins |
|| Peach - for his soft orange pelt color
|| Cloud - requested
| Nickname(s) | N/A
| Age | 18 moons (Last updated: 4/12/18)

| Birth Season | New-Leaf
| Sex | Male | Gender Identity | Male
| Breed | Oriental short hair x American short hair x Siamese x Abyssinian

| Clan | Riverclan
| Birth clan | Riverclan
| Rank | Water bearer
| Mentor(s) | -
| Current Apprentice | -
| Previous Apprentice(s) | -

[ Appearance ]
| Book Description | A soft cream ginger tom
| Pelt |
| Fur Statistics |
2/10 :: ●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Rough
4/10 :: ●●●●○○○○○○ ➟ Dry
9/10 :: ●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Smooth
9/10 :: ●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Soft
Short :: ●○○○○○○○○○ :: Long
| Eyes | Gold
| Body Type | Slim with long limbs
| Height | 10 in
| Weight | 8 lbs
| Most Noticeable Features |
his pale ginger fur
| Disabilities or Scars |
none
| Accessories |
None
| Body Movement | bouncy and entergetic
| Scent | fresh rain and new grass
| Voice | light and melodic

[ Skills ]
1. Element - Your character can hold their breath for long periods of time.
2. Saint - Your character can walk on water as if it's a solid.
3. Swimmer - Your character can breathe underwater.
4. Reign - Your character can levitate or control water about the size of another cat.
5. Vapor - Your character can change the state of water from vapor to liquid and to solid.
[ Romantic Relations ]
| Orientation | The Gay
| Preference(s) |
Some one fun and as good looking as he is (if someone like that even exists)
| Looking For | Yes :: No
Quick Fling
Lasting Relationship
Not Sure
| Currently Attracted to |
- None
| Previous Attractions/Relationships |

- None
| Sexual Activity | Looking

[ Personality ]
Positive :: Neutral :: Negative ::

[ Affectionate ::]
Peachcloud is very touchy-feely. He likes to cuddle and share tongues. If he's you're friend, you will know it. He doesn't like to be alone often, so he surrounds himself with friends and acquaintances as he gets lonely easly.

[ Energetic ::]
This tom can not sit still. He needs to be out and about. Being confined to camp would be akin to death for this tom. He needs to move, and if he isn't given the chance to during the day, he finds it difficult to sleep or pay attention. He's always up for an adventure, and you can count on him to get even the laziest of cats moving.

[ Passionate ::]
Something that is not always evident, but this tom cares a lot, probably sometimes too much. He puts his all into everything he does, and doesn't really know how to put things down half finished. He wants to see things to the end, even if it runs him ragged. He doesn't know when to give up and often times just won't.

[ Flirty ::]
Its no secret that Peachcloud loves attention, particularly of the romantic kind. He's known for playing the field a bit. He's a flirt and a tease, and while he plays pretty hard for one team, he is not above leading a pretty she-cat on just for the attention. He loves to be the center of everyone's life.

[ Playful ::]
Going hand in hand with his seemingly never ending energy, Peachcloud is also quiet playful. He has a hard time taking serious things (not involving himself of course) seriously, and often turns things into games or competition. watch out though, he is one hell of a sore looser.

[ Arrogant ::]
Its no secret that Peachcloud is full of himself. He seems to spend most of his time preening like a peacock and showing off. Be that to friends or crushes. Because of that, he doesn't handle sharing the spot light or being shown up well, and insulting his appearance is a great way to make him mad.

[ Reckless ::]
Peachcloud doesn't exactly think things through. Its not that he thinks he's the best of the best, but he wants to show others that he is not afraid, so he tends to jump headlong into the fray in an effort to be seen as brave or a good leader. Trying to hold him back is often a difficult feet as he tends to disregard authority.

[ Argumentative ::]
Peachcloud is right. He is always right. There is not changing his mind, and frankly, he doesn't particularly want to change anyone else's mind either, he just wants them to know that he is right. Every time.
[ History ]
[ Before Birth :: Kithood / 0-6 moons :: Apprenticeship / 6-12 moons :: Adulthood / 12+ moons ]
| Before Birth :: |

Both Swiftstream and Ripplesong had been born in Thunderclan, only a moon apart and with Riverclan marks. They had played some as denmates for the few moons before Swiftstream was escorted to the riverclan border. He was missed by his parents and littermates, having to make the journey alone, and not long after, so did Ripplesong. She had almost forgotten the tom by the time she made her own journey. He blended right in with the other riverclan cats, his fur already sleek and smooth from the fish oil, with all the grace of the warriors. It wasn't until he had approached her like he had known her that it all clicked, and they were inseperable ever since.

Like Swiftstream before her, Ripplesong fit right in, and soon enough, they both earned their names, Swiftstream as a warrior, and Ripplesong as a skilled weaver. They enjoyed their easy lives, finding friends in the strangest of faces. They were both friendly and kind and in a way, kind of fell into a relationship. They never really had any sort of formal announcements, they had simply been friends for so long, it all just sort of... happened.

Another litter of kittens in the clan sparked the conversation, with Swiftstream bringing it up to the sweet she-cat about starting a family, little did he know, she had been thinking the same thing, and it wasn't long before the young she-cat was heavy with kits. She celbrated her Queen's day with Swiftstream, surrounded by her friends and family, though they may have not been blood, she considered them as such, and on one of the first few days of new-leaf, they welcomed three healthy kittens into the clan.

| 0-6 moons :: |

Peachkit was the youngest of this siblings and the only tom, named after his pale ginger coat that somewhat resembled the fruit. He was the quiet one, happy to follow around in his sister's pawsteps, easily falling into trouble with the lot of them. Ripplesong considered him her sweet boy and tended to coddle him a little when his sisters teased him for being softer than them. He was prone to crying at the slightest provication, and as much as he loved his siblings and love their adventures, as his mother said, he was a little sensitive to their rough housing. Of course, his sisters loved him to, but they liked to wrestle and play rough and shout, and Peachkit would have much rather spent his time listening to the elders stories, and that was how he spent most of his kithood.

When the weather was warm and the river was gentle, Swiftstream took the three of them out for their first swim. Peachkit had been originally skittish, but with a little encouragement from his sister, he jumped right in along with them, enjoying their time together. They were nearing their apprenticeships, but their parents had still had not broken the news to them. Blossemkit would not be training with them. She had been born with Thunderclan marks, and would soon be leaving them.

Naturally, the three of them were devastated. They had noticed their sister had different marks to them, but they hadn't really known what all of that meant until then. They spent their last couple of days together playing, Cloudkit determined not to let their last days together as denmates be sad. Unfortunately, they had not been allowed to escort their sister to the Thunderclan border, but they were allowed to walk with them to the river, before it would be too dangerous for them to try and cross.

| 6-12 moons :: |
Not long after, Peachkit became Peachpaw. He had been placed as a Water bearer with an older tom named Smoothfur as a mentor. Luckily for him, his sister had been given the same assignment, her mentor being the tom's older brother, so the two of them often trained together. Still being rather skittish and nervous, he latched onto his older sister, almost like he was scared to leave her side. He didn't make friends well, even with the other apprentices that had been born in Riverclan. Some of the other apprentices teased him for messing up or being so quiet, though his sister would always chase them off with a stern look. In his eyes, she was the toughest cat he knew. Of course, she teased him from time to time, though only in the way that siblings do. She was his protector in every sense of the word.

They trained together often, nearly everyday, and the days they didn't, they spent their afternoons sharing their days. They were best friends, pure and simple. Peachpaw felt better around his older sister and seemed to open up more when she was around. With her help, he learned to make a few friends with his denmates, though he was always the quiet one, a little shy but sweet and always willing to be a listening ear when they needed it. He was well liked by those that knew him, though many did not know him well, he was slowly starting to work his way out of his shell.

All seemed to be going well for the two of them, they would soon be graduating as water bearer, all that was left was their final assessment. They needed to inspect one of the river's tributaries and make sure they were clear and free of debris. The weather did not seem to want to make it easy either, dark clouds loomed on the horizon, and the strong wind brought the scent of rain. Their mentors thought it would be a good challenge for the pair and sent them off, silently watching from the sidelines as they got to work. Naturally, Cloudpaw took point, but Peachpaw did his best to be take some initiative. All seemed to be going well until the winds started to pick up, wind whipped the trees and beat the branches against trunks as the rain broke, drenching the two of them in moments. They decided it would be best to take some shelter while the worst of the storm passed, but lightning cracked the sky and split branches from the trees, sending them crashing down on top of the party. They jumped back to avoid the crash, but Cloudpaw was not so lucky. The branches had her pinned, the leaves obscuring her body as they rushed to free her, they carried her back to camp as quickly as they could given the storm, but there was nothing the medicine cat could do but ease her pain.

Naturally, the clan was rocked by her death, but no one more than Peachpaw. They had been on the eve of their adulthood, both should have been receiving their new names, not mourning a loss. The leader gave the tom some time to adjust before approaching him about receiving his name. They knew it would be hard for him, given he should have been going through it with his sister, it was then Peachpaw requested that he take his sister's name. they took some time to think on the request, but eventually agreed.

| Warrior hood 12+ moons :: |

Peachpaw became Peachcloud, named after his sister, and with a new name, seemed to come a new tom. Gone was the quiet, sweet, sensitive Peachpaw, he was down right mean. Having lost a big part of him, he needed to be seen. No longer did he have the person he could go to tell everything to, so instead he put himself in positions to be seen, sometimes getting him into trouble as put himself in the eyes of his clan mates. He threw himself into other's lives, living for the attention. As he got a little bit older, and he began drawing a different kind of attention, he started wanting that to. He wanted to be wanted. Peachcloud likes to consider himself the most eligible riverclan bachelor, because then at least he knew someone wanted to be around him.

Even moons after, the ginger tom has struggled to regain his footing after his sister's death. He lost a bit of himself along with her, and he's still trying to figure that out, not that he's willing to say it, or even knows it himself. He seems to have soured to the world, becoming a bit of a pessimist, and its goign to take some really special someones to drag him out of it.

[ Heritage ]
| Father's Side ||
Father || Swiftstream || Riverclan warrior || Alive ||

| Mother's Side ||
Mother || Ripplesong || Riverclan weaver || Alive ||

| Siblings |
Sister || Cloudpaw || Riverclan Apprentice || Deceased ||
Sister || Blossombreeze || Windclan warrior || Alive ||

| Nieces + Nephews | None

| Mate(s) | -
| Kit(s) | -

[Relationship and Plot tracker]

★ t r i v i a

Likes:
♦ Thing || Cool water on a hot day
♦ Smell || Rain
♦ Food || Fatty Fish
♦ Place || The river
♦ Feeling || Swimming
♦ Sound || Running water

Dislikes:
♦ Thing || Floods
♦ Smell || rotting plants
♦ Food || squirrels
♦ Place || swamps
♦ Feeling || thick mud
♦ Sound || harsh wind

Fears:
♦ death
♦ 5ever alone
♦ Cats not liking him

Dreams:
♦ He doesn't even know
♦ He just wants to be loved by everyone and have cats fight over his affection. Thats the real dream right there. Shallow acceptance.

Habits
♦ He tends to bounce on his toes when he gets antsy

Hobbies
♦ He likes to collect stones/shells and show them off

Theme Songs:
♦ Young Love by Eli Lieb
♦ All the King's Horses by Karmina
♦ Flares by The Script

★ r o l e p l a y

timezone || CET

cursing || yes
violence || yes
gore || within reason
Sexual || I don't do R rated rps, but i'm fine with flirty rp

role play example ||
Leopardpaw had waited, with baited breath and racing heart to sneak out of camp until the last of his clan mates retired, listening keenly for the sounds of their easy breath before he even dared to move. A soft voice in the back of his head, breathing down the back of his neck, urging him out of his nest, walking him through how to sneak out of camp and across the thunderpath, making his heart race only that much faster as he darted out of the glowing gazes of roaring monsters. Fear gripped him, though it didn’t feel like him that it had suck its claws into, but rather something outside of him, someone he was leaving behind at the thunderclan border as he prowled through the dark.

Scorchfur snapped at him to straight his gaze, roll his shoulders, he had been invited. Tonight, he wasn’t an intruder, and he wasn’t going to be stepped on like a homeless rat, or at least that’s what the glowing eyes flicking in the corners of his vision and barley audible whispering told him as he willed himself forward, his molted pelt blending into the dark shadows as he found himself in the tiny clearing, though he was clearly not the first to arrive. He spotted the apprentice first, Leopardpaw felt like he had seen the tom before, at a gathering once, but that felt like another life time ago, and the other tom, leopardpaw couldn’t even be bothered to remember, even if he had seen him before. He slipped into the clearing, quiet with set emerald eyes fixated on the rogue, feeling something inside him jump with excitement, though he felt himself silently hoping that it wasn’t him that had.