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Description
Basics--

Name: Ternstride
           Ternkit / Ternpaw
Name meaning:
Tern. The tern is a small pale grey bird with a white breast. This name fitting to the mottled grey and white kit. Terns are typically found near the coast, however, they, like many other seabirds came further inland, preying on the fish caught in shallows and washed up by floodwater. They, in turn, were preyed upon by the cats whom would go on to form the clans. Although, few Terns are seen in the clan territories at present, the birds are still recognised.
Stride was given to Ternpaw in honour of her renowned speed and her forward going nature, always striding forward into the next challenge. Ternpaw became a warrior in the eve of a heavy attack on her clan. Whilst the wounded healed, the clans students kept their evening vigil, with each of them, of which there were three at the time, recieving their warrior names in recognition for their loyalty to their clan.
Sex: She-cat
Gender: She-cat
Pronouns: She / her
Age: Twenty Eight moons

Physical information--

Brief description:Ternstride is a striking she-cat with starkly pale colours prone to standing out in her environment. Her build is one built for speed, with her muscle being wired down to her frame, almost invisible beneath her fur, despite this fur being fairly thin due to being a moggy. She is particularly tall and often stands over most warriors, even tom cats, however, this height comes from incredibly spindly limbs, her body itself is small and wiry. She has a noticably long tail which remains at a reasonable width without really thinning down, even to the tip.
Breed: Moggy
Pelt: Her base coat is a pale cream with grey patches across her body, particularly on her face, back and side.
Eyes: Her eyes are a very dark blue, this being common in felines with white pelts, her right eye tends to have a slight squint too it, however this does not affect her vision in any way.
Nose/Pawpads: Ternstride's paws are incredibly rough with moons of being up and about on them hardening them on the dirt, she has many small cuts and scabs which she barely notices, they are simply par of the course. They are a slightly darker pink than her nose, which is fairly small and surrounded by a splay of wire thin whiskers.
Height: Tall
Weight: Underweight

Ability Statistics-

(1-10 - ex. 6/10)
Moor hunting: 10 /10 - Hawkclan is Turnstrides home, her entire life, she has been prepared for and practiced moor hunting. As a kit, her siblings were rabbits which were to be ran down, or birds whom had to be snared before they could take off from the ground. Her age has granted her only more experience in the matter, a daily and familiar task, yet, even still, she pushes to improve herself, each time striding for a swifter, neater and more abundant hunt.
Forest hunting: 4 /10 - Due to her incredibly worn pads, Turnstride is not marvellous at hunting forest prey such as mice and voles due to their incredibly skittish nature and sensitive hearing. She is also less efficient in hunting where her range of vision is cut short as she tends to loose prey much faster. Yet, all the same, she is still a natural huntress and instinct guides her a certain distance, meaning she is capable.
Marsh hunting: 5 / 10 - The marsh is a slightly more familiar field in that the prey she would be after in such an area is swift and not quite as sensitive in terms of auditory talent. This is better suited towards hunting here. However, Turnstride struggles to distribute her weight evenly on such ground and is prone to slip and stumble. She is also slowed down as she does not have any talent in recognising where marsh pools become deeper, this can leave her, quite literally, in cold water.
Swimming: 2 /10 - Ternstride may have been named after a seabird, but she cannot swim at all, even in shallow and still water, the only ability she has which prevents her statistic from sitting at a one, is her incredibly long legs. This is because they allow her to stand above some pools of water, allowing her to safely cross even without any swimming ability. It also helps to keep her head out of water, even if she does come into deeper streams.
Fishing: 1 /10 - Ternstride has never been in an environment where she had the chance in which to learn how to hunt fish, her distaste and almost fear for water only consolidate the idea that she will not be catching any fish any time soon. Even if she did manage to get one out of the water, she would be caught off guard by its violent thrashing and splashing, this probably alarming her enough that she could then loose the fish back into the water.
Intelligence: 8/10 - Ternstride's strength is not only in her speed, it is in her intelligence, her mind, she has a photographic memory which serves her well in remembering all the names and faces of any cats she has met, and any cat that she has fought with, including their strengths and weaknesses. This impressive memory also serves her in hunting and conflict as she is easily able to retain her training. Further to this, she does not just recall and use information, she is also able to analyse this information allowing her to learn from her mistakes and employ tactics both in the heat of the moment and in the calm before the storm. This is what serves her as an intelligent feline.
Speed: 9/10 - This is what gave Ternstride her warrior suffix, after all. Her frame is built for speed and she knows it, honing and working on it on every hunt or scrap. In combat, Ternstride uses her speed to evade blows to her frame which is fairly delicate, by circling her opponant. She will very rarely throw herself into combat head on as it is equally as rare that she could win a straight forward tussle. She tends to lunge in, inflict as much damage as she can as swiftly as she can before springing back before repeating this.
Stamina: 4/10 - When it comes to hunting rabbits, stamina is not something which Ternstride has cultivated, this is because there is no point, almost no feline will be able to keep up with a rabbit once it gets fully up to speed. The success of the hunt comes from a quick burst of speed and the element of surprise, not a chase. This means she will drop off before chasing for long, this has the unfortunate side effect of dropping her general stamina to be reasonably short.
Offence: 6/10 - When it comes to offence, Ternstride can inflict some damage when she truly puts her mind too it, however, the damage she can inflict is restricted by the short time she is willing to maintain any sort of offence. In terms of offence, the damage comes over a period of time rather than in one incredibly powerful strike.
Defence: 5/10 - Ternstride has only one defence and that is avoiding any blows, due to the slender and wiry nature of her frame, when blows land, they hit with a great amount of potential force. This lack of variety in her ability to defend and the limit of her fortitude makes her defence somewhat poorer than her defensive stats. However, it must be noted that she is very effective at avoiding these hits despite the lack of variety due sheerly to her impressive speed.
Patrolling: 8/10 - Ternstride is naturally very swift, thorough and effective when it comes to patrolling the borders, she is very apathetic towards other clans and this means that border skirmishes involving her are incredibly rare as she is difficult to rile. Her intelligence ensures that she knows when it is worth unsheathing her claws and when she ought use verbal enforcement when any warriors or students test her at the border.
Mentoring: 7/10 - As a mentor, Ternstride will make an amazing warrior out of any student that she is given. However, this student may come out of it loathing her, this is because she has very short patience and is unsympethetic to any complaints or struggles of the student. She expects no messing around and some students complain that she is a killjoy and work them too hard. However, others come out with nothing but respect as they become the warriors she shaped them into.
Medicine: 1/10 - Nope
Sight: 6/10 - Her senses are unhindered
Scenting: 6/10
Hearing: 6/10

Belief in The Lost: 50/100
Loyalty to their clan:100/100

Personality-

Positive
+ Perceptive
Ternstride is able to see far more from most felines and situations than others, this is due to her keen perception. This makes her a difficult feline to fool as she is incredibly aware of potential deceit. She is also able to easily use what she percieves in the formation of tactics.
+ Loyal
Ternstride may say what she likes, but the warrior code and her clan are written into her blood and she will always fight for them, to the very last breath she may draw.
+ Genuine
To look at Ternstride, one sees exactly what they will get, she doesnt feel any need to hide any aspect of herself, this tends to create a feeling of trust as she is not one to hide anything. She is completely and can sometimes be painfully honest.
Neutral
= Apathetic
Ternstride's apathy can be taken as either a good or a bad trait. It keeps her calm in stressful situations, allowing her to think clearly and remain alert. However, it can also make her cold and unsympathetic as she can turn her nose off from the suffering of others.
= Alert
Ternstride is always on alert, her ears most often pricked and flicking as she surveys her surroundings with all of her senses, this makes her difficult to sneak up on and makes her a talented hunter even in difficult times.
= Un-motherly
Ternstride is not a big fan of kits and really doesnt want any of her own, this can easily be put down to the fact that she is more focused on serving her clan and is too restless to remain curled up in the nursery for any length of time. She finds kits dirty little troublemakers at worst and itty bitty bothers at best.
Negative
- Shut off
Ternstride will not disclose her emotions to others, remaining statuesque in her outward prose . This makes her unrelatable and unapproachable for many cats, however, it also causes pressure to build up within her as she cannot let out her emotions, instead, these emotions build up and fester, creating a darker mood.
- Unforgiving
No second chances will ever be given by this she-cat. her photographic memory supports this as she will never forget the sins against her in high detail. This can cause her too refuse help simply because she was once betrayed by this feline.
- Arrogant
Ternstride does not know when to back down, especially not from a challenge, this can lead her to push herself more than she should, causing injury. It also leads to an overinflated ego which makes her ignorant to criticisms from others.

Relationship Information-

Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Gender Preference: Toms
Activity: Virgin
Likes: Ternstride is incredibly picky, she does not fall easily. She tends to be drawn towards personalities that are similair to her own. This means she tends to defer too calmer toms, she also prefers quieter toms as she too can be quiet and enjoys spending time with someone whom can settle into comfortable silence with her. Intelligence, however, is valued above all else.
Dislikes: Stupidity will turn her right away, in fact, stupidity is the worst trait she can concieve of a feline. She tends to end up turned against any feline with a hot temper as she finds this leads to foolishness. She dislikes showy or over prissy toms.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Former partner(s): Rainwhisker - Rainwhisker was killed by a severe bout of greencough, although the two were never officially together, the two were incredibly close and spent a great amount of time with one another. She did not react very severely at all to his passing, the only sign of grief being a loss of appetite, she did not eat for three days, after that, everything seemed normal. However, internally, she knew that she would never forget the tom.
Offspring: N/A

Family Information-

Mother: Rosethorn
Father: Blackfeather
Sibling(s) {youngest to oldest}: Mousepaw, Palepaw, Blizzardbelly, Swankit, irispetal
Other relations: None notably

Education-

Mentor: Ebonyfox
Student(s): Littlepaw {Littlebird}, Honeypaw {Honeyheart}
Learning Ability: Quick learner

History-

Kit: Ternstride was born to a rather large litter consisting of four kits, herself, Blizzardkit, Swankit and Iriskit, there was never really much competition between Ternkit and any of her siblings as she tended to mostly seek for her own company. However, she had to put up with constant fighting between Blizzardkit and Iriskit whom were in fervent competition. This caused their mother to become most focused on those two, keeping an eye on them as they would often fight more roughly than they should. Ternkit didnt really care about this, it simply gave her more freedom. She was somewhat deviant as a kit and would constantly get in trouble around the entrance to camp as she would often want too 'just look.'
As a kit she seemed fearless, not in the way that she would insist she could fight a hawk on her own, but in the fact that she would say every time 'it wont happen to me.' She was right in some ways about that, it didnt happen to her, not when she poked her head out, not when she took a few more steps, not when she shook her little head in excitement and trotted into the long grass, sniffing about at all the new scents.
No, it didnt happen to her, but, it happened to her brother, as Swankit bound after her, calling her name in concern, his pure white coat blatant from above. Ternkit would turn to his calls, ready to hiss at her brother for being a big baby. Instead, she would fall into shocked silence as a hawk would strike her brother dead. Ternkit would scream, a passing patrol changing course and racing towards the scene. All that was left was clumps of fur, and a single kit shaking and cowering and pushing her cheek against the fluff as she sobbed. The kit was carried back to camp, where her mother was furious, screaming until she broke down completely, collapsing to the ground. This, of course, only upset Ternkit further, she pawed at her mother whilst her siblings looked on in fear and confusion, her mother would brush her away, ignoring her as Ternkit wailed for her attention. Eventually, Ternkit gave up, scampering off to the nursery where she would put herself to bed. Rosethorn would settle eventually, finally bringing Ternkit to her chest and holding her close once more.
Swankit wasn't really mentioned after that

Student: Ternstride was to become a student at the regular age of six moons, along with her siblings, whom were still in hot competition, whilst also having withdrawn from Ternstride after the death of Swankit. They would whisper about how she was bad luck and would get them hurt if they were around them. She quite firmly decided that they were foxhearts. Along with her siblings, a kit named Rainkit and Ratkit was also made an apprentice, Ternpaw preferred to spend her time with these two twin brothers. One would often make the comment that they were more like siblings one another. They werent exactly friends, at least not on the same level, Ratpaw was a little slow and naive, he tended to pad after Rainpaw and Ternpaw, a minion of sorts, they would shamelessly use him to get them extra prey and the like. They were apprentices, foolish and young and so intelligent both, they thought that they could do whatever they wished. They fantasised about deputy and leader and Rat would ask whether he could be deputy too. They'd roll their eyes and say sure, simply because it was easier.
Ternpaws mentor was a no nonsense senior warrior by the name of ebonyfox. A warrior whom would shape Ternpaw into a better cat. Of course, she will remember all of the teachings from this warrior, but one lesson almost never fails to turn her mind over and over. A patrol was wounded, when a hawk tried to pluck one of its members, fortunately, the two others were swift enough to react, bringing down the bird by leaping on its wings. However, the cat, albeit lucky to survive, was heavily injured. 'How do you feel?' her mentor would ask, and Ternpaw would think this was a ridiculous question, 'nothing.' She'd reply brusely, looking at her mentor whom looked at her in equal measure. And she would speak, 'you have to care.' Ebonyfox would insist, 'there's not point of me teaching you any of this if you're not going to use it to feed and protect your clan.' Ternpaw would nod and accept this, but she would never understand it. She didnt have to care to be loyal to her clan. At least she didnt think so.
She would learn this lesson later on, learn that to truly protect and serve, she had to care, even if she didnt show it. She had to use the skills that Ebonyfox had taught her to do whatever she had to for her clan. She had to care about the lives of her clanmates, had to stop being so selfish. Ratpaws death taught her that, killed by a fox. The she sat and watched the vigil of her clan, she had not witnessed Swankits. She saw the remorse across all faces, Irispaw and Foxpaw, she asked them, 'why do you even care? You didnt ever talk to him.' Their reply would make her think further, that it was always sad to loose a clan member, whomever they were. She considered this, one less apprentice to feed the clan, to fight for them, he would never become a warrior. She realised that they were right, they should care and she found the feeling inside her meant that she did. She hoped that he was among the lost tribe.

Warrior: Ternstrides first apprentice was Littlepaw, a tiny little spitfire whom was desperate to learn all she could. Ternstride had already developed her distaste for kits, and generally tended to see Littlepaw as one, too impulsive and too small. Ternpaw was dismissive at first, she didnt think Littlepaw would make anything of a warrior, even trying to encourage her to give up when she messed up. This infuriated the small feline whom would hiss and spit at her mentor, whom would only scoff and turn away. Until, one day, Littlepaw threw herself at Ternstride, 'i am good enough. Youre wrong' She would cry as she knocked Ternstride into a perfect pin. Ternstride was silent with complete shock as the student smacked her ear, not hard, but notably. 'Youre supposed to be helping me. If you dont believe in me, then thats fine, ill speak too {leader} for a new mentor.' Ternstride would knock the student off of her, regarding her coldly. An ear would twitch, before, finally, she would speak, 'you just made me believe in you.' That day, they would train intensively and every day after that. Littlepaw stretched and stretched and stretched herself, until, she would knock Ternstride half of the times in their mock spars. Littlepaw's final test would come and she would pass with flying colours. Littlebird was named for her amazing jump, catching birds in mid flight. It was incredible to observe and she became known as the cat who jumped for the lost tribe. Ternstride had learnt just as much as Littlebird had. Lessons she would not forget, she would believe in her clanmates, so long as they tried, she would not scorn them. Littlebird remains the fire to Ternstrides ice and enjoys hanging around with her old mentor.
Honeypaw was her next apprentice, Honeypaw was soft and delicate, shy and lowly, Ternstride believed in her and she pushed her hard. Honeypaw grew too despair as each night she stumbled into her den, paws aching, only to awake at the crack of dawn or even just before. Yet, Ternstride kept pushing, she expected her to excel like Littlebird had when shed put in this much effort, and she became frustrated soon enough. She would complain to Irispetal particularly, that her apprentice was not as shed expect her to be. From this, however, she would learn another lesson, that not every cat could excel. Of course, she believed she exceled due to her arrogance, but she had previously believed, that she could force any cat to excel. Through this lesson, she learnt limits. When Honeypaw would hide in the dirtplace to escape training, Ternstride learnt that not every cat worked in the same way. She began to realise that pushing too hard would lead to a break. She knew not to send Honeypaw after rabbits that were too large. Or to attack border crossers with average warriors. She learnt to value and be aware of what each cat was capable of. Her tactics were shaped by this realisation, it made her smarter. Honeypaw became Honeyheart not long after, for saving the life of a clanmate by carrying them across the entire moor. Ternstride had learnt a lot once more.

Relationships-

// Dislike ||// Hate ||// Despise
// Like ||// Respected ||// Greatly Respected
// Wary ||// Cautious ||// Avoided
// Slight crush ||// Crush ||// Obsession
// Friend ||// Good friend ||// Close friend
// Wants to get to know them ||// Misses ||// Can't bear without
// Not trusted ||// Slightly suspicious ||// Very suspicious
// Shy ||// Jumpy/Nervous ||// Fearful //// Unsure
// Lust||// Love||//Infatuated

// Dead

// Family

// Mate

// Platonic love

// Mentor/Apprentice

Hawkclan
Thoughts on the group: Thoughts on my clan do not matter, will not change anything. My loyalty will always be to my clan, wherever this loyalty may carry me, i will travel.
Blizzardbelly // NPC // // Oh brother
Irispetal // NPC // // Sister, always hanging off of Blizzardbelly tsk
Littlebird // NPC //    // My first apprentice, i cant stand your endless enthusiasm, but at the same time, i cant stand to see you unhappy
Honeyheart // NPC //  // My second apprentice, nothing more, nothing less
Hazelmoon // Splair //  // Our leader. As a deputy or a warrior, either way, my life is to serve my clan.

Foxclan
Thoughts on the group: Foxclan, what an appropriate name.
Cat Name // Roleplayer Username // Bullets // Thoughts

Adderclan
Thoughts on the group: I do not care for the creatures of sludge and dirt, dirty land and dirty cats, they cannot be trusted.
Cat Name // Roleplayer Username // Bullets // Thoughts

Wanderers
Thoughts on the group: Wanderers are strong, they are the most capable of us all to walk this world alone. Yet, this lifestyle hardens a cat, they are the most untrustworthy foxhearts, no matter what visage they fold it under.
Cat Name // Roleplayer Username // Bullets // Thoughts

Roleplay Information

Preferred Roleplay Locations: Skype, Discord, Kik, Notes
Activity Status: I am very active
Delays: I work Mondays and Sundays and am on and off due to appointments and commitments on Wednesdays and Tuesdays. I am free, however, all of these evenings and barely sleep so have most of the night. I am also free all day on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays
Roleplay Limits: I will RP gore and violence up too M levels, give me all youve got. But i will not RP anything sexual
Roleplay Example: {I dont have time to write one at the moment as I have to bounce, so ill throw in an old one, although it is human {well, werewolf} central. I shall update this with one for Ternstride as soon as possible.}

Margo's breath was slow and laboured, as it had been for the longest time. It was a background now, a slow, even melody to accompany the low voices of chatter that would emanate from the many bodies pressed into that tight little room. Some had bunks to themselves, most sat on the floor, talking in groups or staring unseeingly, trying to gaze beyond the walls. Perhaps at something no one else could see, their own imaginings of paradise. Equally, many had fallen asleep, their heads drooping and eyes shuttering closed. Sleep was painless, being awake in a place like this, was not. The room was usually ever so dark, the only light in the room had blown, shrouding the hunched figures in darkness. But today, cold winter moonlight slanted through the grimy barred windows. Illuminating tired and dirty faces. One form pounded clenched fists against the wall, shouting until his voice croaked out. On the other side of the room, two girls were half crouched as if ready to lunge at each other, their teeth were bared to reveal fangs. The full moon's illumination was full of darkness, anger and hate. Control was chased out like the shadows of that room, the opaque silver trailing along the wooden floor. It illuminated the cracks and the scratches, slowly reaching for the prone form of Margo.
   It was almost tradition for Millie and Germ to take sentry seats either side of her. In their corner closed off from the room. The two were as close as close could be, Greyson would once joke that they may as well have been a couple. Greyson had always so free hearted. Germ and Millie had always blushed. Yet, the closeness of the two would not protect them from the moonlight's taunting call. And, they would argue, their voices low and bitter. “I told ya, i don't know where ya bloody toothbrush went, ya loony.” Germ would crow, he was a skinny male, his ribs poking out at his flanks. “I don't even know why it matters so much to ya,”
    “It's mine, you chickenshit. My mama gave it to me and you.” She pointed, jabbing furiously at his chest, “you took it.”
    “It's pink. Why the ell would i want a pink toothbrush?!” Germ responded coarsely. He had a thick Bronx accent, these werewolves were imported from across the country, a culmination of beings all united under the flag slavery. None with any clue that the flag was about to be torn down under brutal claws. There was a thud, one of the crouched girls had sprung at the other, pinning her against the wall. Swiftly another girl whom had been watching jumped forward to wrestle them apart as they began to claw at one another. This caused both Germ and Millie to turn and look. A sound closer caused both to look back just as swift.
    Their argument was forgotten in a heartbeat.

“Ugh.” For the first time in the weeks of her prone weakness, Margo was slowly rising. Her black hair was slick with grease, her features pale and drawn despite the extra food that had been pushed into her lax jaws. Yet, despite these signs of misfortune and lack of care, her eyes glowed with hypnotic energy. The dull murky green becoming a shocking emerald.
   “Margo!” Millie cried, throwing herself at the girl with Germ only a heartbeat behind. Both locked their arms around Margo and one another, the embrace tight. Millie’s eyes had become stained by tears, a single drop landing on Margo's shoulder. “We thought you were going to die!” She cried, voice muffled by Margo's back where she had pressed her face.
   “Ya scared us like fucking crazy.” Germ exclaimed, his eyes were dew shone, but the water had yet to lapse over the brink of his eyes. His long lashes curled as he closed his eyes tight for a moment in order to properly keep them at bay. Margo nudged them away, or at least that's what she meant to do, it turned more into a shove as her glowing eyes lifted up.
   “Where's Greyson?” She asked, her voice was hard and commanding. Both her friends froze and looked at one another. Other eyes had been drawn over at the mention of the name. He was a friend to all, willing to help wherever he could. With anything, he'd help anyone. His heart never running out of love. Her eyes turned to Millie's expression of horror and Germ’s sorrowful gaze, her hands curled into fists as she repeated her question.
   “Awh Margo, we’re so sorry, but 'e, well 'e passed away not too long ago.” Germ finally explained, he expected some sort of reaction. He got nothing as the wolf beside him breathed in, slowly and evenly, her chest moving up and down with this gentle rhythm. Her gaze stared as unseeingly as those swept up by daydreams. Those piercing eyes dry. Her nostrils were flared, her hands clenched tighter, her nails digging into her palms. All in one moment, she jerked into a standing position, moving to the closest window and curling her grip around it, as if holding onto it was her last hope. Her head tipped back and a feral, guttural howl drew from her lips. Torment curling into the night. She spun around as the sound tapered off after the longest breath, the static in the room had become electric.
   “He's going to die. Tonight he's going to die. I'll kill him.”
   Germ rushed to her side, this time Millie was the one whom was a step behind. “What are ya talking about?” Germ called, but once again she shrugged him off. Her lips curling upwards into a hateful grimace. She turned away as a low, doleful shrieking sound serenaded the movement. In her palm was clasped the bars she had just been holding. They had been wrenched from the window frame. Millie froze, sucking in a breath as her eyes widened. All eyes were on her now as she tossed the bars away, her gaze snapping to the door. She didn't seem to notice the eyes on her, but repeated like a battle cry.
   “He's going to die.” Her fists suddenly slammed into the metal door forming deep dents.
   “Margo - you need to sit down.” Millie crowed in alarm, her voice drowned out by exhilarated howls as wolves began to press closer.
   “Oi. Knock it off in there.” There was a heavy fisted bang from the outside, where human guards stood promptly. But not as heavy fisted as Margo as she threw her frame against the door. This time the hinges shuddered violently and the guards outside spun to face the door, “hey!” They yelled, but their voices were cut off as the door was blasted out of the frame. Crushing one underneath it's weight, the other trapped with half his body under. The wolves flooded out into the bitter night air, rallying around Margo as she turned around her. Instinct awoken, Germ and Millie bound to stand at Margo's flanks as she'd spin to face the others, lights had flared on in the manor as the commotion stirred awareness.

( Bla bla bla don't want to ramble, they got through the manor )

The master was hiding when she found him, tucked under his bed, the beast stalked towards him on all fours. From his lowly position, he could see only four paws the size of saucers. Claws that made a steady click clack against the floor. The dumpy male clasped a hand to his mouth, his eyes widening as his pupils shrank into pinpricks. He had a dagger clasped in a meaty hand, it was curled to his chest. It soon became a blur as a single paw suddenly reached under the bed, the knife embedding itself in its skin. There was a crack as it pushed aside bone, a howl to accompany as pain surged through the creature’s system. The master felt a breath of relief as the hand was wrenched back, blood turning the wooden floor slick and crimson. This relief turned into terror as the creature lurched forward, its body slammed into the bed, shoulders flexing as the king-sized bed was tossed like a matchstick. Leaving the crouched man exposed.
   “Back, back demon.” He was making the cross with his arms, his head tilted away in terror. The wolf almost smiled, it could have been somewhat cute had it not been for the blood and sinew that dripped from her jaws. That she had trailed in with her paws. The sound that came from deep within her chest was a deep rumble, it was almost a laugh. The creature limped now, taking her weight off of her mangled paw. That didn't seem to slow her much as she stalked closer. His eyes were clenched closed, he felt a paw, no wait, a hand grab his chin, forcing him to look into emerald eyes. The demon had a human form, to speak human words. The last words he would ever hear.
   “That's right. A demon, sending you to hell.” She whispered, releasing his face as he could watch serrated claws extend from dirty nails. He could watch his blood spill out as these claws burrowed into his chest. His eyes would roll back into his head as footsteps would pound into the room.
   “We did it! Holy fucking hell! We did it! You did it!” It was Germ, his face a bloodstained mess and his claws and teeth still bared. He raced across the room as Margo stood prone. He threw the balcony open, revealing lawns of more blood. “C’mon Margo,” he cried in excitement. Wolves were looking up at his form, what had once been battle had become silent as the morning crept towards the horizon. Margo looked slowly up, her eyes dulling and claws retracting. Her gaze returned to the dead man, she plucked his pompous hat from his balding head and stood. Germ bound aside to let her pass, her face stoic as she came to the balcony. Cheers began to bellow out across the lawns. Only increasing in volume as she tossed the hat up into the air.
   “The master is dead.”

Description
Basics--

Name: Ternstride
           Ternkit / Ternpaw
Name meaning:
Tern. The tern is a small pale grey bird with a white breast. This name fitting to the mottled grey and white kit. Terns are typically found near the coast, however, they, like many other seabirds came further inland, preying on the fish caught in shallows and washed up by floodwater. They, in turn, were preyed upon by the cats whom would go on to form the clans. Although, few Terns are seen in the clan territories at present, the birds are still recognised.
Stride was given to Ternpaw in honour of her renowned speed and her forward going nature, always striding forward into the next challenge. Ternpaw became a warrior in the eve of a heavy attack on her clan. Whilst the wounded healed, the clans students kept their evening vigil, with each of them, of which there were three at the time, recieving their warrior names in recognition for their loyalty to their clan.
Sex: She-cat
Gender: She-cat
Pronouns: She / her
Age: Twenty Eight moons

Physical information--

Brief description:Ternstride is a striking she-cat with starkly pale colours prone to standing out in her environment. Her build is one built for speed, with her muscle being wired down to her frame, almost invisible beneath her fur, despite this fur being fairly thin due to being a moggy. She is particularly tall and often stands over most warriors, even tom cats, however, this height comes from incredibly spindly limbs, her body itself is small and wiry. She has a noticably long tail which remains at a reasonable width without really thinning down, even to the tip.
Breed: Moggy
Pelt: Her base coat is a pale cream with grey patches across her body, particularly on her face, back and side.
Eyes: Her eyes are a very dark blue, this being common in felines with white pelts, her right eye tends to have a slight squint too it, however this does not affect her vision in any way.
Nose/Pawpads: Ternstride's paws are incredibly rough with moons of being up and about on them hardening them on the dirt, she has many small cuts and scabs which she barely notices, they are simply par of the course. They are a slightly darker pink than her nose, which is fairly small and surrounded by a splay of wire thin whiskers.
Height: Tall
Weight: Underweight

Ability Statistics-

(1-10 - ex. 6/10)
Moor hunting: 10 /10 - Hawkclan is Turnstrides home, her entire life, she has been prepared for and practiced moor hunting. As a kit, her siblings were rabbits which were to be ran down, or birds whom had to be snared before they could take off from the ground. Her age has granted her only more experience in the matter, a daily and familiar task, yet, even still, she pushes to improve herself, each time striding for a swifter, neater and more abundant hunt.
Forest hunting: 4 /10 - Due to her incredibly worn pads, Turnstride is not marvellous at hunting forest prey such as mice and voles due to their incredibly skittish nature and sensitive hearing. She is also less efficient in hunting where her range of vision is cut short as she tends to loose prey much faster. Yet, all the same, she is still a natural huntress and instinct guides her a certain distance, meaning she is capable.
Marsh hunting: 5 / 10 - The marsh is a slightly more familiar field in that the prey she would be after in such an area is swift and not quite as sensitive in terms of auditory talent. This is better suited towards hunting here. However, Turnstride struggles to distribute her weight evenly on such ground and is prone to slip and stumble. She is also slowed down as she does not have any talent in recognising where marsh pools become deeper, this can leave her, quite literally, in cold water.
Swimming: 2 /10 - Ternstride may have been named after a seabird, but she cannot swim at all, even in shallow and still water, the only ability she has which prevents her statistic from sitting at a one, is her incredibly long legs. This is because they allow her to stand above some pools of water, allowing her to safely cross even without any swimming ability. It also helps to keep her head out of water, even if she does come into deeper streams.
Fishing: 1 /10 - Ternstride has never been in an environment where she had the chance in which to learn how to hunt fish, her distaste and almost fear for water only consolidate the idea that she will not be catching any fish any time soon. Even if she did manage to get one out of the water, she would be caught off guard by its violent thrashing and splashing, this probably alarming her enough that she could then loose the fish back into the water.
Intelligence: 8/10 - Ternstride's strength is not only in her speed, it is in her intelligence, her mind, she has a photographic memory which serves her well in remembering all the names and faces of any cats she has met, and any cat that she has fought with, including their strengths and weaknesses. This impressive memory also serves her in hunting and conflict as she is easily able to retain her training. Further to this, she does not just recall and use information, she is also able to analyse this information allowing her to learn from her mistakes and employ tactics both in the heat of the moment and in the calm before the storm. This is what serves her as an intelligent feline.
Speed: 9/10 - This is what gave Ternstride her warrior suffix, after all. Her frame is built for speed and she knows it, honing and working on it on every hunt or scrap. In combat, Ternstride uses her speed to evade blows to her frame which is fairly delicate, by circling her opponant. She will very rarely throw herself into combat head on as it is equally as rare that she could win a straight forward tussle. She tends to lunge in, inflict as much damage as she can as swiftly as she can before springing back before repeating this.
Stamina: 4/10 - When it comes to hunting rabbits, stamina is not something which Ternstride has cultivated, this is because there is no point, almost no feline will be able to keep up with a rabbit once it gets fully up to speed. The success of the hunt comes from a quick burst of speed and the element of surprise, not a chase. This means she will drop off before chasing for long, this has the unfortunate side effect of dropping her general stamina to be reasonably short.
Offence: 6/10 - When it comes to offence, Ternstride can inflict some damage when she truly puts her mind too it, however, the damage she can inflict is restricted by the short time she is willing to maintain any sort of offence. In terms of offence, the damage comes over a period of time rather than in one incredibly powerful strike.
Defence: 5/10 - Ternstride has only one defence and that is avoiding any blows, due to the slender and wiry nature of her frame, when blows land, they hit with a great amount of potential force. This lack of variety in her ability to defend and the limit of her fortitude makes her defence somewhat poorer than her defensive stats. However, it must be noted that she is very effective at avoiding these hits despite the lack of variety due sheerly to her impressive speed.
Patrolling: 8/10 - Ternstride is naturally very swift, thorough and effective when it comes to patrolling the borders, she is very apathetic towards other clans and this means that border skirmishes involving her are incredibly rare as she is difficult to rile. Her intelligence ensures that she knows when it is worth unsheathing her claws and when she ought use verbal enforcement when any warriors or students test her at the border.
Mentoring: 7/10 - As a mentor, Ternstride will make an amazing warrior out of any student that she is given. However, this student may come out of it loathing her, this is because she has very short patience and is unsympethetic to any complaints or struggles of the student. She expects no messing around and some students complain that she is a killjoy and work them too hard. However, others come out with nothing but respect as they become the warriors she shaped them into.
Medicine: 1/10 - Nope
Sight: 6/10 - Her senses are unhindered
Scenting: 6/10
Hearing: 6/10

Belief in The Lost: 50/100
Loyalty to their clan:100/100

Personality-

Positive
+ Perceptive
Ternstride is able to see far more from most felines and situations than others, this is due to her keen perception. This makes her a difficult feline to fool as she is incredibly aware of potential deceit. She is also able to easily use what she percieves in the formation of tactics.
+ Loyal
Ternstride may say what she likes, but the warrior code and her clan are written into her blood and she will always fight for them, to the very last breath she may draw.
+ Genuine
To look at Ternstride, one sees exactly what they will get, she doesnt feel any need to hide any aspect of herself, this tends to create a feeling of trust as she is not one to hide anything. She is completely and can sometimes be painfully honest.
Neutral
= Apathetic
Ternstride's apathy can be taken as either a good or a bad trait. It keeps her calm in stressful situations, allowing her to think clearly and remain alert. However, it can also make her cold and unsympathetic as she can turn her nose off from the suffering of others.
= Alert
Ternstride is always on alert, her ears most often pricked and flicking as she surveys her surroundings with all of her senses, this makes her difficult to sneak up on and makes her a talented hunter even in difficult times.
= Un-motherly
Ternstride is not a big fan of kits and really doesnt want any of her own, this can easily be put down to the fact that she is more focused on serving her clan and is too restless to remain curled up in the nursery for any length of time. She finds kits dirty little troublemakers at worst and itty bitty bothers at best.
Negative
- Shut off
Ternstride will not disclose her emotions to others, remaining statuesque in her outward prose . This makes her unrelatable and unapproachable for many cats, however, it also causes pressure to build up within her as she cannot let out her emotions, instead, these emotions build up and fester, creating a darker mood.
- Unforgiving
No second chances will ever be given by this she-cat. her photographic memory supports this as she will never forget the sins against her in high detail. This can cause her too refuse help simply because she was once betrayed by this feline.
- Arrogant
Ternstride does not know when to back down, especially not from a challenge, this can lead her to push herself more than she should, causing injury. It also leads to an overinflated ego which makes her ignorant to criticisms from others.

Relationship Information-

Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Gender Preference: Toms
Activity: Virgin
Likes: Ternstride is incredibly picky, she does not fall easily. She tends to be drawn towards personalities that are similair to her own. This means she tends to defer too calmer toms, she also prefers quieter toms as she too can be quiet and enjoys spending time with someone whom can settle into comfortable silence with her. Intelligence, however, is valued above all else.
Dislikes: Stupidity will turn her right away, in fact, stupidity is the worst trait she can concieve of a feline. She tends to end up turned against any feline with a hot temper as she finds this leads to foolishness. She dislikes showy or over prissy toms.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Former partner(s): Rainwhisker - Rainwhisker was killed by a severe bout of greencough, although the two were never officially together, the two were incredibly close and spent a great amount of time with one another. She did not react very severely at all to his passing, the only sign of grief being a loss of appetite, she did not eat for three days, after that, everything seemed normal. However, internally, she knew that she would never forget the tom.
Offspring: N/A

Family Information-

Mother: Rosethorn
Father: Blackfeather
Sibling(s) {youngest to oldest}: Mousepaw, Palepaw, Blizzardbelly, Swankit, irispetal
Other relations: None notably

Education-

Mentor: Ebonyfox
Student(s): Littlepaw {Littlebird}, Honeypaw {Honeyheart}
Learning Ability: Quick learner

History-

Kit: Ternstride was born to a rather large litter consisting of four kits, herself, Blizzardkit, Swankit and Iriskit, there was never really much competition between Ternkit and any of her siblings as she tended to mostly seek for her own company. However, she had to put up with constant fighting between Blizzardkit and Iriskit whom were in fervent competition. This caused their mother to become most focused on those two, keeping an eye on them as they would often fight more roughly than they should. Ternkit didnt really care about this, it simply gave her more freedom. She was somewhat deviant as a kit and would constantly get in trouble around the entrance to camp as she would often want too 'just look.'
As a kit she seemed fearless, not in the way that she would insist she could fight a hawk on her own, but in the fact that she would say every time 'it wont happen to me.' She was right in some ways about that, it didnt happen to her, not when she poked her head out, not when she took a few more steps, not when she shook her little head in excitement and trotted into the long grass, sniffing about at all the new scents.
No, it didnt happen to her, but, it happened to her brother, as Swankit bound after her, calling her name in concern, his pure white coat blatant from above. Ternkit would turn to his calls, ready to hiss at her brother for being a big baby. Instead, she would fall into shocked silence as a hawk would strike her brother dead. Ternkit would scream, a passing patrol changing course and racing towards the scene. All that was left was clumps of fur, and a single kit shaking and cowering and pushing her cheek against the fluff as she sobbed. The kit was carried back to camp, where her mother was furious, screaming until she broke down completely, collapsing to the ground. This, of course, only upset Ternkit further, she pawed at her mother whilst her siblings looked on in fear and confusion, her mother would brush her away, ignoring her as Ternkit wailed for her attention. Eventually, Ternkit gave up, scampering off to the nursery where she would put herself to bed. Rosethorn would settle eventually, finally bringing Ternkit to her chest and holding her close once more.
Swankit wasn't really mentioned after that

Student: Ternstride was to become a student at the regular age of six moons, along with her siblings, whom were still in hot competition, whilst also having withdrawn from Ternstride after the death of Swankit. They would whisper about how she was bad luck and would get them hurt if they were around them. She quite firmly decided that they were foxhearts. Along with her siblings, a kit named Rainkit and Ratkit was also made an apprentice, Ternpaw preferred to spend her time with these two twin brothers. One would often make the comment that they were more like siblings one another. They werent exactly friends, at least not on the same level, Ratpaw was a little slow and naive, he tended to pad after Rainpaw and Ternpaw, a minion of sorts, they would shamelessly use him to get them extra prey and the like. They were apprentices, foolish and young and so intelligent both, they thought that they could do whatever they wished. They fantasised about deputy and leader and Rat would ask whether he could be deputy too. They'd roll their eyes and say sure, simply because it was easier.
Ternpaws mentor was a no nonsense senior warrior by the name of ebonyfox. A warrior whom would shape Ternpaw into a better cat. Of course, she will remember all of the teachings from this warrior, but one lesson almost never fails to turn her mind over and over. A patrol was wounded, when a hawk tried to pluck one of its members, fortunately, the two others were swift enough to react, bringing down the bird by leaping on its wings. However, the cat, albeit lucky to survive, was heavily injured. 'How do you feel?' her mentor would ask, and Ternpaw would think this was a ridiculous question, 'nothing.' She'd reply brusely, looking at her mentor whom looked at her in equal measure. And she would speak, 'you have to care.' Ebonyfox would insist, 'there's not point of me teaching you any of this if you're not going to use it to feed and protect your clan.' Ternpaw would nod and accept this, but she would never understand it. She didnt have to care to be loyal to her clan. At least she didnt think so.
She would learn this lesson later on, learn that to truly protect and serve, she had to care, even if she didnt show it. She had to use the skills that Ebonyfox had taught her to do whatever she had to for her clan. She had to care about the lives of her clanmates, had to stop being so selfish. Ratpaws death taught her that, killed by a fox. The she sat and watched the vigil of her clan, she had not witnessed Swankits. She saw the remorse across all faces, Irispaw and Foxpaw, she asked them, 'why do you even care? You didnt ever talk to him.' Their reply would make her think further, that it was always sad to loose a clan member, whomever they were. She considered this, one less apprentice to feed the clan, to fight for them, he would never become a warrior. She realised that they were right, they should care and she found the feeling inside her meant that she did. She hoped that he was among the lost tribe.

Warrior: Ternstrides first apprentice was Littlepaw, a tiny little spitfire whom was desperate to learn all she could. Ternstride had already developed her distaste for kits, and generally tended to see Littlepaw as one, too impulsive and too small. Ternpaw was dismissive at first, she didnt think Littlepaw would make anything of a warrior, even trying to encourage her to give up when she messed up. This infuriated the small feline whom would hiss and spit at her mentor, whom would only scoff and turn away. Until, one day, Littlepaw threw herself at Ternstride, 'i am good enough. Youre wrong' She would cry as she knocked Ternstride into a perfect pin. Ternstride was silent with complete shock as the student smacked her ear, not hard, but notably. 'Youre supposed to be helping me. If you dont believe in me, then thats fine, ill speak too {leader} for a new mentor.' Ternstride would knock the student off of her, regarding her coldly. An ear would twitch, before, finally, she would speak, 'you just made me believe in you.' That day, they would train intensively and every day after that. Littlepaw stretched and stretched and stretched herself, until, she would knock Ternstride half of the times in their mock spars. Littlepaw's final test would come and she would pass with flying colours. Littlebird was named for her amazing jump, catching birds in mid flight. It was incredible to observe and she became known as the cat who jumped for the lost tribe. Ternstride had learnt just as much as Littlebird had. Lessons she would not forget, she would believe in her clanmates, so long as they tried, she would not scorn them. Littlebird remains the fire to Ternstrides ice and enjoys hanging around with her old mentor.
Honeypaw was her next apprentice, Honeypaw was soft and delicate, shy and lowly, Ternstride believed in her and she pushed her hard. Honeypaw grew too despair as each night she stumbled into her den, paws aching, only to awake at the crack of dawn or even just before. Yet, Ternstride kept pushing, she expected her to excel like Littlebird had when shed put in this much effort, and she became frustrated soon enough. She would complain to Irispetal particularly, that her apprentice was not as shed expect her to be. From this, however, she would learn another lesson, that not every cat could excel. Of course, she believed she exceled due to her arrogance, but she had previously believed, that she could force any cat to excel. Through this lesson, she learnt limits. When Honeypaw would hide in the dirtplace to escape training, Ternstride learnt that not every cat worked in the same way. She began to realise that pushing too hard would lead to a break. She knew not to send Honeypaw after rabbits that were too large. Or to attack border crossers with average warriors. She learnt to value and be aware of what each cat was capable of. Her tactics were shaped by this realisation, it made her smarter. Honeypaw became Honeyheart not long after, for saving the life of a clanmate by carrying them across the entire moor. Ternstride had learnt a lot once more.

Relationships-

// Dislike ||// Hate ||// Despise
// Like ||// Respected ||// Greatly Respected
// Wary ||// Cautious ||// Avoided
// Slight crush ||// Crush ||// Obsession
// Friend ||// Good friend ||// Close friend
// Wants to get to know them ||// Misses ||// Can't bear without
// Not trusted ||// Slightly suspicious ||// Very suspicious
// Shy ||// Jumpy/Nervous ||// Fearful //// Unsure
// Lust||// Love||//Infatuated

// Dead

// Family

// Mate

// Platonic love

// Mentor/Apprentice

Hawkclan
Thoughts on the group: Thoughts on my clan do not matter, will not change anything. My loyalty will always be to my clan, wherever this loyalty may carry me, i will travel.
Blizzardbelly // NPC // // Oh brother
Irispetal // NPC // // Sister, always hanging off of Blizzardbelly tsk
Littlebird // NPC //    // My first apprentice, i cant stand your endless enthusiasm, but at the same time, i cant stand to see you unhappy
Honeyheart // NPC //  // My second apprentice, nothing more, nothing less
Hazelmoon // Splair //  // Our leader. As a deputy or a warrior, either way, my life is to serve my clan.

Foxclan
Thoughts on the group: Foxclan, what an appropriate name.
Cat Name // Roleplayer Username // Bullets // Thoughts

Adderclan
Thoughts on the group: I do not care for the creatures of sludge and dirt, dirty land and dirty cats, they cannot be trusted.
Cat Name // Roleplayer Username // Bullets // Thoughts

Wanderers
Thoughts on the group: Wanderers are strong, they are the most capable of us all to walk this world alone. Yet, this lifestyle hardens a cat, they are the most untrustworthy foxhearts, no matter what visage they fold it under.
Cat Name // Roleplayer Username // Bullets // Thoughts

Roleplay Information

Preferred Roleplay Locations: Skype, Discord, Kik, Notes
Activity Status: I am very active
Delays: I work Mondays and Sundays and am on and off due to appointments and commitments on Wednesdays and Tuesdays. I am free, however, all of these evenings and barely sleep so have most of the night. I am also free all day on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays
Roleplay Limits: I will RP gore and violence up too M levels, give me all youve got. But i will not RP anything sexual
Roleplay Example: {I dont have time to write one at the moment as I have to bounce, so ill throw in an old one, although it is human {well, werewolf} central. I shall update this with one for Ternstride as soon as possible.}

Margo's breath was slow and laboured, as it had been for the longest time. It was a background now, a slow, even melody to accompany the low voices of chatter that would emanate from the many bodies pressed into that tight little room. Some had bunks to themselves, most sat on the floor, talking in groups or staring unseeingly, trying to gaze beyond the walls. Perhaps at something no one else could see, their own imaginings of paradise. Equally, many had fallen asleep, their heads drooping and eyes shuttering closed. Sleep was painless, being awake in a place like this, was not. The room was usually ever so dark, the only light in the room had blown, shrouding the hunched figures in darkness. But today, cold winter moonlight slanted through the grimy barred windows. Illuminating tired and dirty faces. One form pounded clenched fists against the wall, shouting until his voice croaked out. On the other side of the room, two girls were half crouched as if ready to lunge at each other, their teeth were bared to reveal fangs. The full moon's illumination was full of darkness, anger and hate. Control was chased out like the shadows of that room, the opaque silver trailing along the wooden floor. It illuminated the cracks and the scratches, slowly reaching for the prone form of Margo.
   It was almost tradition for Millie and Germ to take sentry seats either side of her. In their corner closed off from the room. The two were as close as close could be, Greyson would once joke that they may as well have been a couple. Greyson had always so free hearted. Germ and Millie had always blushed. Yet, the closeness of the two would not protect them from the moonlight's taunting call. And, they would argue, their voices low and bitter. “I told ya, i don't know where ya bloody toothbrush went, ya loony.” Germ would crow, he was a skinny male, his ribs poking out at his flanks. “I don't even know why it matters so much to ya,”
    “It's mine, you chickenshit. My mama gave it to me and you.” She pointed, jabbing furiously at his chest, “you took it.”
    “It's pink. Why the ell would i want a pink toothbrush?!” Germ responded coarsely. He had a thick Bronx accent, these werewolves were imported from across the country, a culmination of beings all united under the flag slavery. None with any clue that the flag was about to be torn down under brutal claws. There was a thud, one of the crouched girls had sprung at the other, pinning her against the wall. Swiftly another girl whom had been watching jumped forward to wrestle them apart as they began to claw at one another. This caused both Germ and Millie to turn and look. A sound closer caused both to look back just as swift.
    Their argument was forgotten in a heartbeat.

“Ugh.” For the first time in the weeks of her prone weakness, Margo was slowly rising. Her black hair was slick with grease, her features pale and drawn despite the extra food that had been pushed into her lax jaws. Yet, despite these signs of misfortune and lack of care, her eyes glowed with hypnotic energy. The dull murky green becoming a shocking emerald.
   “Margo!” Millie cried, throwing herself at the girl with Germ only a heartbeat behind. Both locked their arms around Margo and one another, the embrace tight. Millie’s eyes had become stained by tears, a single drop landing on Margo's shoulder. “We thought you were going to die!” She cried, voice muffled by Margo's back where she had pressed her face.
   “Ya scared us like fucking crazy.” Germ exclaimed, his eyes were dew shone, but the water had yet to lapse over the brink of his eyes. His long lashes curled as he closed his eyes tight for a moment in order to properly keep them at bay. Margo nudged them away, or at least that's what she meant to do, it turned more into a shove as her glowing eyes lifted up.
   “Where's Greyson?” She asked, her voice was hard and commanding. Both her friends froze and looked at one another. Other eyes had been drawn over at the mention of the name. He was a friend to all, willing to help wherever he could. With anything, he'd help anyone. His heart never running out of love. Her eyes turned to Millie's expression of horror and Germ’s sorrowful gaze, her hands curled into fists as she repeated her question.
   “Awh Margo, we’re so sorry, but 'e, well 'e passed away not too long ago.” Germ finally explained, he expected some sort of reaction. He got nothing as the wolf beside him breathed in, slowly and evenly, her chest moving up and down with this gentle rhythm. Her gaze stared as unseeingly as those swept up by daydreams. Those piercing eyes dry. Her nostrils were flared, her hands clenched tighter, her nails digging into her palms. All in one moment, she jerked into a standing position, moving to the closest window and curling her grip around it, as if holding onto it was her last hope. Her head tipped back and a feral, guttural howl drew from her lips. Torment curling into the night. She spun around as the sound tapered off after the longest breath, the static in the room had become electric.
   “He's going to die. Tonight he's going to die. I'll kill him.”
   Germ rushed to her side, this time Millie was the one whom was a step behind. “What are ya talking about?” Germ called, but once again she shrugged him off. Her lips curling upwards into a hateful grimace. She turned away as a low, doleful shrieking sound serenaded the movement. In her palm was clasped the bars she had just been holding. They had been wrenched from the window frame. Millie froze, sucking in a breath as her eyes widened. All eyes were on her now as she tossed the bars away, her gaze snapping to the door. She didn't seem to notice the eyes on her, but repeated like a battle cry.
   “He's going to die.” Her fists suddenly slammed into the metal door forming deep dents.
   “Margo - you need to sit down.” Millie crowed in alarm, her voice drowned out by exhilarated howls as wolves began to press closer.
   “Oi. Knock it off in there.” There was a heavy fisted bang from the outside, where human guards stood promptly. But not as heavy fisted as Margo as she threw her frame against the door. This time the hinges shuddered violently and the guards outside spun to face the door, “hey!” They yelled, but their voices were cut off as the door was blasted out of the frame. Crushing one underneath it's weight, the other trapped with half his body under. The wolves flooded out into the bitter night air, rallying around Margo as she turned around her. Instinct awoken, Germ and Millie bound to stand at Margo's flanks as she'd spin to face the others, lights had flared on in the manor as the commotion stirred awareness.

( Bla bla bla don't want to ramble, they got through the manor )

The master was hiding when she found him, tucked under his bed, the beast stalked towards him on all fours. From his lowly position, he could see only four paws the size of saucers. Claws that made a steady click clack against the floor. The dumpy male clasped a hand to his mouth, his eyes widening as his pupils shrank into pinpricks. He had a dagger clasped in a meaty hand, it was curled to his chest. It soon became a blur as a single paw suddenly reached under the bed, the knife embedding itself in its skin. There was a crack as it pushed aside bone, a howl to accompany as pain surged through the creature’s system. The master felt a breath of relief as the hand was wrenched back, blood turning the wooden floor slick and crimson. This relief turned into terror as the creature lurched forward, its body slammed into the bed, shoulders flexing as the king-sized bed was tossed like a matchstick. Leaving the crouched man exposed.
   “Back, back demon.” He was making the cross with his arms, his head tilted away in terror. The wolf almost smiled, it could have been somewhat cute had it not been for the blood and sinew that dripped from her jaws. That she had trailed in with her paws. The sound that came from deep within her chest was a deep rumble, it was almost a laugh. The creature limped now, taking her weight off of her mangled paw. That didn't seem to slow her much as she stalked closer. His eyes were clenched closed, he felt a paw, no wait, a hand grab his chin, forcing him to look into emerald eyes. The demon had a human form, to speak human words. The last words he would ever hear.
   “That's right. A demon, sending you to hell.” She whispered, releasing his face as he could watch serrated claws extend from dirty nails. He could watch his blood spill out as these claws burrowed into his chest. His eyes would roll back into his head as footsteps would pound into the room.
   “We did it! Holy fucking hell! We did it! You did it!” It was Germ, his face a bloodstained mess and his claws and teeth still bared. He raced across the room as Margo stood prone. He threw the balcony open, revealing lawns of more blood. “C’mon Margo,” he cried in excitement. Wolves were looking up at his form, what had once been battle had become silent as the morning crept towards the horizon. Margo looked slowly up, her eyes dulling and claws retracting. Her gaze returned to the dead man, she plucked his pompous hat from his balding head and stood. Germ bound aside to let her pass, her face stoic as she came to the balcony. Cheers began to bellow out across the lawns. Only increasing in volume as she tossed the hat up into the air.
   “The master is dead.”