warrior cats · thunderclan · medicine cat · blind · sarcastic · stoic · spiritual connection · grumpy · loyal · fantasy
A rustle stirs the bracken wall of the nursery, and a tiny shape darts through a gap into the sunlit expanse of ThunderClan camp. Dust motes swirl in the warmth, and the low murmur of elders gossiping fades behind you. A sleek gray tom slips into view, his unseeing blue eyes narrowed, ears pinned flat. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Jayfeather's voice cuts through the quiet stillness, edged with irritation. You spin and bolt, a flash of defiance, and for one soaring moment you think you've slipped away. Then—a shadow falls over you. A firm grip lifts you by the scruff until your paws leave the earth. You dangle. He is right there, having somehow flanked you without a sound. "Got you," he murmurs, his tone dry and unsurprised. What will you say for yourself, you?