- Username;; dimi.
Cat Name;; Oren
Gender;; Male
Age;; 60 moons
Clan;; Silvercrest Roamers
Rank;; Trooper
Prompt;;
The gray clouds had dropped down from the heavens, blocking out all sources of light as the battle went on. Rain had began to pound the ground, turning hard soil into soft mud. Cats mewed, begged, and cried for mercy as they were torn into, shrill screeches leaving both sides. A large gray tom, his pelt scarred and his ears abnormally large and curled inward towards his skull stood within the shadows, observing the ongoing battle. He had orchestrated the attack perfectly, the cats of his opposing clan were dropping like flies. "Stunning sight, isn't it Oren?" The tom whispered.
Beside him, crouched down further in the bush was a slightly smaller, but still large brown ticked tom. His green eyes glowed from within the bush, his pupils dialating as he glanced over at Tundra, a sign of affection. "Absolutely glorious, Tundra." Oren whispered back, slowly sitting upright. "Though, I must ask. What is your motivation for this? Silentclan has never done anything directly to you."
"A clan hurting my beloved is a clan hurting me. I'd do anything for my love." Tundra uttered back, his gaze shifting upward. In the distance, he observed a pure white cat fighting one of their own clan mates, a look of utter shock crossing her opponent's face. Oren watched as Tundra looked on, curling his lip inward and glancing to the side.
"Thistle, right." He muttered in a harsh voice. He then took in a deep breath, sighing softly. "You can end this by killing Amberstar. They'll scatter." Oren commented, looking towards the valley. "She's out there." Tundra looked over at Oren for a moment before nodding his head.
"You raise a good point. Make sure to get the stragglers in here. I'll finish her off. We'll regroup by the river once everyone else is gone." Tundra began to move forward. Oren watched on as Tundra left, his gaze sorrowful as he drew out a long sigh of disappointment. He was envious of Thistle, taking away his long-term crush, yet he couldn't bring himself to admit it.
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Oren was limping through the forest, a slash present on his shoulder and dripping of sanguine. He dropped down to his stomach, wheezing out in pain as he pressed his paw against the wound to prevent some of the bleeding. His gaze only shifted upwards when a shadow began to loom over him. He gasped quietly in surprise, his pupils dilating.
It was Tundra; a tom he hadn't seen since the battle with Silentclan ten moons prior.
"Oren?" Tundra whispered, his voice as gruff as ever. Oren's muzzle cracked into a small smile, his dried lips sticking togeher slightly.
"H-hey... Don't judge my condition.. damn fox messed me up." Oren huffed, forcing himself to his paws.
Tundra moved beside Oren, placing his tail against his spine to balance Oren, the two slowly making their way forward. "I'll take you to my new home. Amberstar's kits lead the clan, but don't question it. It's the perfect home for me and my family until we can settle down elsewhere and build our own world."
"Family?" Oren muttered, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"Yes. I have a daughter with Thistle named Catherine. Absolutely beautiful." Tundra whispered with a small smile across his lips, something that was rare of Tundra.
Oren could feel his heart shatter as he took in a sharp breath, feeling as if his true love had just walked out. His desires were merely forgotten, and he found himself trapped in what felt like a hopeless, one-sided love triangle.
"Right... L-let's just get to the clan."