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[attr="class","mary3"]HAILSTRIKE
[attr="class","mary4"]Warrior Of MothClan
[attr="class","mary5"]Hailstrike, an abnormally-built she-warrior, long-bodied, lean, and just massive, had been sauntering around MothClan territory. As usual, perhaps. She had always came to this place. Anemos Fields. She favored it for it's gorgeous midnight velvet nights with vibrant, billions, and billions of specks in the sky. She seriously wondered if any of them were warriors...StarClan warriors...It was something she could ponder about all day and all night if given the chance. Unfortunately, she had more to think about rather than the stars.
The creamy-alabaster molly's emblazoned, amber chasms sharpened as her glare started sclerotic. She was bewildered for a moment. Why? Just bunches of thoughts that repetitively played in the she-cat's mind. After all she's been through, from IvyClan, to kittypet, to rogue life, and now she had joined MothClan. She was glad she had. She would serve the clan like no other, loyal, devoted, and committed. This was the perfect clan for her. It was as if she was born into MothClan. MothClan's formation wasn't long ago, but she made a promise to herself that she would serve the clan, and make a difference. She wanted to be someone who was well known for their striking loyalty, devotion, and bravery.
I don't mean to sound cocky...but I will make sure I achieve that goal. Well-known for those things. I will show my clan what I'm worth. I will die serving this clan. I feel so honored to be with MothClan. Mothstar. After rambling thoughts of nonsense...She admired that tom for who he was, and if given the chance, she would follow in his pawsteps. That tom would make any difference a goal, and more than likely accomplish and achieve. She'd give her life to him, as if she already hadn't.
Moving on...
Hailstrike had came out here for one reason. To do a border patrol, with a tom by the name of Ghostclaw. Where is he? I have expectations... She pondered, an utter grunt escaping her maw. Actually, he can take his time. I'm patient. She thought. A soft chuckle escaped her maw, as she noticed a butterfly. The painted-lady perched on the lilac drinking deeply of the nectar; it's proboscis extended like a delicate black straw. Together they swayed in the mid-autumn breeze and their motion was quite hypnotic to Hailstrike. The combination of the intense blue florets and light that shone through the wings like the stained glass, reminded her of her kithood. How she could always observe the uniquely-colored and varied butterflies. How she wished that evocation could really whisk her back there, so she could have the time to watch and admire them. Choking dust swirled into the dry air, returning Hailstrike to her reality, where the butterflies and the lilacs went unnoticed by everyone.
Awaiting with patience, she began to fall back into her "virtual reality", observing the butterfly. As it left the dying lilac, she rose to her mitts, beginning to smile, like something she'd rarely done. She started to chase and leap at the butterfly. Soon, it landed on her nose. Her soft side was appearing... "So gorgeous." She hummed, satisfied. No. She wouldn't kill such an intriguing insect...but she'd without hesitation to it do anything else if needed and she had reason. She had no reason to murder such a harmless creature. "Fly along now," She purred, as the butterfly left her nose, leaving her alone. Waiting once again. Hopefully no one saw that...
The creamy-alabaster molly's emblazoned, amber chasms sharpened as her glare started sclerotic. She was bewildered for a moment. Why? Just bunches of thoughts that repetitively played in the she-cat's mind. After all she's been through, from IvyClan, to kittypet, to rogue life, and now she had joined MothClan. She was glad she had. She would serve the clan like no other, loyal, devoted, and committed. This was the perfect clan for her. It was as if she was born into MothClan. MothClan's formation wasn't long ago, but she made a promise to herself that she would serve the clan, and make a difference. She wanted to be someone who was well known for their striking loyalty, devotion, and bravery.
I don't mean to sound cocky...but I will make sure I achieve that goal. Well-known for those things. I will show my clan what I'm worth. I will die serving this clan. I feel so honored to be with MothClan. Mothstar. After rambling thoughts of nonsense...She admired that tom for who he was, and if given the chance, she would follow in his pawsteps. That tom would make any difference a goal, and more than likely accomplish and achieve. She'd give her life to him, as if she already hadn't.
Moving on...
Hailstrike had came out here for one reason. To do a border patrol, with a tom by the name of Ghostclaw. Where is he? I have expectations... She pondered, an utter grunt escaping her maw. Actually, he can take his time. I'm patient. She thought. A soft chuckle escaped her maw, as she noticed a butterfly. The painted-lady perched on the lilac drinking deeply of the nectar; it's proboscis extended like a delicate black straw. Together they swayed in the mid-autumn breeze and their motion was quite hypnotic to Hailstrike. The combination of the intense blue florets and light that shone through the wings like the stained glass, reminded her of her kithood. How she could always observe the uniquely-colored and varied butterflies. How she wished that evocation could really whisk her back there, so she could have the time to watch and admire them. Choking dust swirled into the dry air, returning Hailstrike to her reality, where the butterflies and the lilacs went unnoticed by everyone.
Awaiting with patience, she began to fall back into her "virtual reality", observing the butterfly. As it left the dying lilac, she rose to her mitts, beginning to smile, like something she'd rarely done. She started to chase and leap at the butterfly. Soon, it landed on her nose. Her soft side was appearing... "So gorgeous." She hummed, satisfied. No. She wouldn't kill such an intriguing insect...but she'd without hesitation to it do anything else if needed and she had reason. She had no reason to murder such a harmless creature. "Fly along now," She purred, as the butterfly left her nose, leaving her alone. Waiting once again. Hopefully no one saw that...
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