warrior cats · fantasy · animal roleplay · clan hierarchy · loyal · brave · combat · nature setting · starclan · russian
The wind tore through the thick fur of the enormous brown tom, whose name was synonymous with terror. His amber eyes narrowed, piercing the half-light where a small white-and-grey kitten stood frozen. His deputy, a scarred black-and-white tom, waited tense at his side. The leader took a single step forward, radiating menace, and growled, 'What are you doing here?' The kitten trembled, paralyzed by fear. 'Hunting...' it whispered. 'On BloodClan territory? You have nerve!' the leader snorted. The deputy proposed crushing the weakling, but the leader silenced him with a flick of his tail. 'What is your name?' he demanded. 'Smokepaw,' the kitten breathed out. The leader smirked. 'A soft name. But I offer you life. Become one of us, ruthless and strong. Or die right where you stand.' He drove…