Post by jaystrike on Apr 20, 2014 16:50:05 GMT -6
jaystrike
30 moons || bisexual || deputy
large as a boulder,
soft as a teddy bear.
Just don't cross me or I'll tear you to shreds.
30 moons || bisexual || deputy
large as a boulder,
soft as a teddy bear.
Just don't cross me or I'll tear you to shreds.
APPEARANCE
- A large, fluffy gray tom with green eyes.
Warriors are not made, they're born. Not every cat is built to over power enemies or confuse them with speed. Jaystrike is one of the select few cats who were born to battle. With hulking muscles roped to his monstrous frame, he is definitely a force to be reckoned with. If his sheer bulk does not make a cat tremble in their pelts, his height and broad shoulders do. All in all, Jay is a beast born to tear up the battle field and spatter it with the blood of his foes.
There is a point where a feline goes from fluffy, to just some big ball of fluff. Jaystrike's pelt most definitely reaches this point. His pelt is thick, feather, and soft as velvet. It is often kept messy because he treats it so haphazardly, but tends to remain surprisingly healthy and free of too many tricky knots. The gray gets dusty easily since it is so dark though, but is a storm and ominous hue when cleaned properly. Often times in winter, he is the envy of many since his pelt keeps him relatively toasty warm.
The eyes of this large tom are comparable to bright shamrocks. Wide and captivating, they most often sparkle with playful mischief, but can also fill with seriousness just as readily. Jaystrike has always been told his eyes easily give his emotions away. For lack of a better word, they make him an open book. Whether the tom is angry, sad, happy, excited, all of the emotions shine through his gaze. It's quite difficult for him to control this, since he's so young and out of practice. He hopes to change this as time goes on however.
PERSONALITY
- Being upbeat and jovial has always come naturally to Jaystrike. He's an optimistic guy, always willing to look on the good side of things and point them out. This often clashes with his logical side, because his want to keep on the happy half of situations is not always necessarily the most logical. All his pranks and jabs stop when it comes to the need to be sober. Jay is a big believer in knowing when to joke and when to be solemn and practices it often; especially since he's been made HillClan's deputy.
Everyone knows the playful side of Jaystrike all too well. He often enjoys to go up to other cats and start some animated conversation or another; these talks don't even have to have a point, he just likes to chat. You can also find him wrestling or play-fighting his Clanmates. To him, it doesn't matter what their size is. Jay likes to compete with the faster cats and find ways to make their speed useless. This is something he often gets too absorbed with, and being a surprising tireless guy despite his large size, he frequently keeps at these spars of his until the other cat is nearly dead on their feet with exhaustion. It was this passion for practicing his physical abilities that many possibly could see as a reason he was named deputy aside from his social capabilities.
The more stone-faced part of Jay shows before a fight, or when dealing with Clan matters. He is a very serious tom when it comes to the fate of HillClan. Having spent his whole life dreaming of being part of a Clan, he won't waste time being lazy or goofing off when he's finally achieved his dream and become deputy. Jaystrike's life at this moment is so very much above his expectations that he doesn't want to screw it up. That is mostly why he does get serious, aside from the fact that it's what his grandmother would have expected of him.
One thing that can be so very frustrating about Jaystrike is his density. When it comes to the hate of others toward him, he becomes as ignorant as a rock. Even pointed words that should hurt him don't tip Jay off. He's just never been one to notice the negative feelings other may hold toward him. Jaystrike tends to laugh at the insults thrown at him, because he thinks them to be jokes. I mean no one would purposely say rude things to someone they like, right? And to Jay, practically every cat he meets is a friend. The poor boy just hasn't woken up to the hatred in the world toward him, despite many instances it has forced him to kill another cat. To him, those times were just him protecting his friends or accidents-- it depends on the time.
When it comes to love, Jaystrike is actually very experienced! He knows how to charm both toms and she-cats. In fact, when he's interested in someone, he becomes quite the Romeo. Gifts are a must for him. Others know he's infatuated when he brings the other cat flowers, interesting rocks, feathers, and other things. To him, it's something that shows he cares enough to think of them when seeing something. If the other party disregards his presents, it hurts his feelings deeply, but he does give up. After all, every honorable tom knows when to admit defeat.
This lover boy, in spite of his semi-gentle personality, is quite scary when it comes to him getting ready to fight or becoming angry. It quickly becomes known that Jaystrike is a rather large, powerful cat when he's fixing to get his claws out. His intimidating stature becomes more apparent, and many felines have fled before even fighting him because of his scary look. Rage tends to radiate off of Jay during this time, and it is not a comfortable sight; this is especially true once he gets to ripping his opponent to shreds and tossing them about like a rag doll.
HISTORY
- FAMILY:
Jaystrike wasn't always known as Jaystrike, or even Jay. A few moons after his birth, he was given his first name: Mountain. By then he was living with his grandmother, Pebblenose, and already nearly six moons old. Before that, he was just called "big guy" or "booger" by her and her mate, Slatefrost.
Mountain's background is a complicated one, spanning three generations including his, of pure WindClan blood. When the Clan had first dissolved, Pebblenose and her close friend, Brindlemist had agreed to keep a group of their Clanmates close to keep the bloodline strong. This was how they both eventually ended up pairing their children together. Boulder and Tempest were raised together, knowing they'd be mates eventually. Their love was nurtured from the time they were born, and became strong very quickly. During the training their parents put them through to keep Clan traditions alive, their bond only grew tighter.
By the time they were of perfect age to have kittens, their siblings had paired up as well with a few extra males left to their own devices. They went off to find other mates within the group, much to their parents' pleasure. Boulder and Tempest waited to mate, wanting to just live and be together alone a while. The couple strayed from the group of ex-WindClanners for a while. When only one of them came back moons later, he came with news of Tempest's death. The she-cat had died in child-birth because of an infection Boulder was incapable of curing with his limited warrior's knowledge of herbs.
A vigil was kept for her, but the kits were celebrated. Despite the traditions of naming kittens soon after birth, the group waited to name Boulder's since a border dispute was going on with them against loners. They'd settled in a small forest near Twoleg dens for a short while, and needed to often fight the non-exWindClanners to keep the space.
Once all the drama was done, two moons had passed. Having put off the namings for far too long, the kits' guilty grandparents eventually got to it. They'd put it off even longer because of Boulder's death in a skirmish and the stresses of other business. The kits were proud when they were finally named Mountain, Cliff, Storm, and Rain.
Rain was the self-proclaimed leader of the kittens, and Storm his deputy. Cliff and Mountain tended to be the fighters, always tussling one another. Between Mountain and Cliff, Mountain was the most playful, while Cliff was serious. They evened each other out most of the time and were in their own little bubble. Even Rain and Storm couldn't infiltrate that, making the litter split in half.
The group trained with their friends, their grandparents watching proudly as they grew. They were around fifteen moons when they'd heard of a group wanting to remake the Clans. Of course the large group went searching for them. Along the way, Mountain met many cats, a lot of them becoming lovers of his. First was Falcon, a proud she-cat. The next was Dahlia, a more quiet and sweet gal. These relationships ended within weeks since Mountain followed the group loyally.
It was when they'd finally found the crowd of cats they had heard of that Mountain really went crazy having flings with cats. Rage was the first of this time. Mountain was naive and going through a rebellious stage, retaliating against Pebblenose despite being closest to her. She had told him Rage was no good, but he didn't listen. The young cat had been discovering his sexuality, and went wild with Rage. He let the tom add to their lover group however he pleased. This was when he also met Leonidas and Jasper. They became a group of four lovers who often strayed from Mountain's family and new comrades to start trouble.
Rage eventually pushed Mountain too far. He was mistreating Leonidas and Jasper and constantly bashing on his loved ones. This ended in a big brawl between him and Rage. Leonidas and Jasper ran off the moment it started, so Mountain was alone when he'd finished fighting Rage. The smaller tom was a heap of blood and fur. Guilty, Mountain ran off and left the body to clean himself of the blood.
No one in the group knew of Mountain killing Rage, but they did notice his change in attitude. He was more obedient and joked far more than he had lately. Pebblenose and the rest were relieved that Mountain had rid himself of the bad cats. Sadly, it didn't end there. Mountain was out hunting with his grandmother, Pebblenose near a Twoleg den when a sound lured Mountain into the den. Pebblenose followed, nagging her grandson about not being cautious. It was then that the back entrance of the den closed, a group of Rage's friends howling insults and laughing behind it.
A violent guard dog was in the house and killed Pebblenose almost immediately. Mountain clawed the beast up well and fled through the dog flap Rage's friends had foolishly left open when the Twolegs came home. After that, he separated from the Clan group, promising he'd be back. He couldn't have been gone for five moons before he'd returned. They all thought Mountain had just needed time to grieve, but it wasn't just that. The tom had hunted down all the cats who had been behind that stunt that killed his grandmother. He still remembers their names to this day: Casey, Skink, Freddy, and Poltergeist. He'd made sure they all suffered miserable deaths.
Not long after returning back to the Clan groups, a majority of Mountain's family had left. They were convinced that Mountain had become a kittypet or loner and followed suit. The few who stayed were Cliff, Storm, and his best friends, Ghost, Dante, and Atlas.
During the last stretch of the journey, Mountain was renamed Jay by his request and had been mates with both Dante and Atlas before breaking it off because he just wanted friendship. HillClan eventually came to be. A fight between the newly named HillClan and TreeClan broke out, CreekClan trying to calm it. In the end, Storm died and Hill retired because of injury. Jay was named Jaystrike when they came to the place, Cliff being named Cliffgaze and Danter and Atlas being named Sungust and Hemlockshade. Pinewhisker took over as HillClan leader, Jaystrike being named deputy.
SAMPLE
- Jaystrike was out like a light, shortly after mumbling those few sentences to the spirit of his grandmother,Pebblenose. As soon as he was in the depth of his slumber however, a dream made the tom's short-lived, deep snores turn to incoherent murmurings. He was like a rumbling beast, claws sinking into the spongy moss beneath him and eyes shifting restlessly behind their deep gray lids. As it roused a few of his Clanmates, via a fluffy tail to the face or a grumble corrupting their own dreams, it was blatant his imaginations were taking a dark turn.
The large, monstrously sized cat stood in a dark Twoleg den. He'd only dared to step inside one once, and this one was similar to the very den he'd wandered that time. It had similarly beige-colored walls and a large section of cold tile that made him feel as if he were about to slip. Wooden ledges colored an odd creamy white topped with shiny swirled stone of a similar color to the wood lined the walls of the room. Above them were something akin to over-hangs with weird swinging pieces of wood attached to them. The tom's thick gray pelt bristled as said slabs of wood banged open and shut, the bleached skulls of cats inside them. This made his bright green eyes widen dramatically.
Then there it was: that all too eerie click of canine nails on the cool ground. Jaystrike turned to face it slowly, an expression of pure terror glued to his face. There stood a hulking creature, muscles thickly corded to its frame. It was a stout fellow, short despite being so large in muscular mass. It was the guard dog of the Twoleg den, and made the feline's fur puff out even further. A startled his left Jay's maw at the sight of fresh blood staining it's short muzzle and black body. In its strong jaws was the limp, mauled body of his grandmother. Her once beautiful storm-gray pelt was spiked with crimson liquid and clung at odd angles to her. Luckily her brilliant amber eyes were closed. The beast's before him however, were staring at him and glittering with menace.
Complete and utter rage replaced his shock and terror when the pitbull had the audacity drop Pebblenose's carcass on the pale tiles and snap at him with red-stained fangs. Jaystrike leaped back from the attack with speed he'd never once imagined a cat his size having. He gave out a fearsome roar and charged the retched dog with unforgiving strikes. The tom ignored the pain of the blows that hit him as he tore at the killer of his best friend and grandmother.
Jay only snapped out of his blind rampage when the sound of Twolegs screeching filled his ears. The pit whimpered and skittered toward their master while the stone gray tom scrambled toward his grandmother's body and quickly retreated while trying to drag it with him. He'd be damned if he left her there to be thrown out like Twoleg rubbish.
The dog was ordered to chase after him however, and he quickened his pace only to look back and see the opening jaws of it with wide eyes. It was gaining on him swiftly. It pounced. Jaystrike was going to di-
At the sound of Snowfire's deep meow, Jaystrike's green gaze popped open immediately. He bolted into a sitting position only to see shreds of moss, feathers, and bracken strewn around him and even on some of his Clanmates who slept near him. A few had their eyes open, glaring at him angrily. Apparently he'd been a restless sleeper.
Giving each annoyed cat an apologetic look, the gray tom swiftly groomed the nest bits out of his pelt and trailed after his leader. It was odd, being trusted to talk about things to Snowfire like this. Before being announced as deputy, Jaystrike had been just some cat in HillClan who was an okay fighter. Well, in his own eyes at least. Now, was he actually getting to know top-secret information? The thought made the warrior quicken his pace and try to calm his racing heart.
After he'd caught up to his leader, Jaystrike eased into a comfortable crouch, gaze focused intently on the ginger and white tom's as he spoke. He nodded his large head politely as he listened and thought a moment before responding to the other, thinking thoroughly of what he'd like to say.
"Yes, I will speak honestly with you, Snowfire. I am your deputy, and I believe it a waste of time to beat around the bush concerning these matters."
The rumble of the thick-furred cat's voice was low but clear. He began without hesitation in his tone. Jay knew he'd need to be confident to gain the respect of those around him from now on, and felt up to the challenge. He'd always been rather self-assured anyhow. Clearing his throat, he continued with a glint in his eye.
"These loners...could be useful. A trial is, of course, in order for each. As long as they are a good addition and we can both agree on the exactness of what skill we could use of theirs, I don't find any problem with this. Of course, having too many would taint the purity of our WindClan blood, so only a select few should be approved of.
As for the TreeClanners...what have they done this time? You'd think they'd have learned by now."
The mention of TreeClan had Jaystrike scowling, tail flicking a few times in agitation with the annoying Clan. It seemed they always started problems with HillClan.
- A large, fluffy gray tom with green eyes.
Warriors are not made, they're born. Not every cat is built to over power enemies or confuse them with speed. Jaystrike is one of the select few cats who were born to battle. With hulking muscles roped to his monstrous frame, he is definitely a force to be reckoned with. If his sheer bulk does not make a cat tremble in their pelts, his height and broad shoulders do. All in all, Jay is a beast born to tear up the battle field and spatter it with the blood of his foes.
There is a point where a feline goes from fluffy, to just some big ball of fluff. Jaystrike's pelt most definitely reaches this point. His pelt is thick, feather, and soft as velvet. It is often kept messy because he treats it so haphazardly, but tends to remain surprisingly healthy and free of too many tricky knots. The gray gets dusty easily since it is so dark though, but is a storm and ominous hue when cleaned properly. Often times in winter, he is the envy of many since his pelt keeps him relatively toasty warm.
The eyes of this large tom are comparable to bright shamrocks. Wide and captivating, they most often sparkle with playful mischief, but can also fill with seriousness just as readily. Jaystrike has always been told his eyes easily give his emotions away. For lack of a better word, they make him an open book. Whether the tom is angry, sad, happy, excited, all of the emotions shine through his gaze. It's quite difficult for him to control this, since he's so young and out of practice. He hopes to change this as time goes on however.
PERSONALITY
- Being upbeat and jovial has always come naturally to Jaystrike. He's an optimistic guy, always willing to look on the good side of things and point them out. This often clashes with his logical side, because his want to keep on the happy half of situations is not always necessarily the most logical. All his pranks and jabs stop when it comes to the need to be sober. Jay is a big believer in knowing when to joke and when to be solemn and practices it often; especially since he's been made HillClan's deputy.
Everyone knows the playful side of Jaystrike all too well. He often enjoys to go up to other cats and start some animated conversation or another; these talks don't even have to have a point, he just likes to chat. You can also find him wrestling or play-fighting his Clanmates. To him, it doesn't matter what their size is. Jay likes to compete with the faster cats and find ways to make their speed useless. This is something he often gets too absorbed with, and being a surprising tireless guy despite his large size, he frequently keeps at these spars of his until the other cat is nearly dead on their feet with exhaustion. It was this passion for practicing his physical abilities that many possibly could see as a reason he was named deputy aside from his social capabilities.
The more stone-faced part of Jay shows before a fight, or when dealing with Clan matters. He is a very serious tom when it comes to the fate of HillClan. Having spent his whole life dreaming of being part of a Clan, he won't waste time being lazy or goofing off when he's finally achieved his dream and become deputy. Jaystrike's life at this moment is so very much above his expectations that he doesn't want to screw it up. That is mostly why he does get serious, aside from the fact that it's what his grandmother would have expected of him.
One thing that can be so very frustrating about Jaystrike is his density. When it comes to the hate of others toward him, he becomes as ignorant as a rock. Even pointed words that should hurt him don't tip Jay off. He's just never been one to notice the negative feelings other may hold toward him. Jaystrike tends to laugh at the insults thrown at him, because he thinks them to be jokes. I mean no one would purposely say rude things to someone they like, right? And to Jay, practically every cat he meets is a friend. The poor boy just hasn't woken up to the hatred in the world toward him, despite many instances it has forced him to kill another cat. To him, those times were just him protecting his friends or accidents-- it depends on the time.
When it comes to love, Jaystrike is actually very experienced! He knows how to charm both toms and she-cats. In fact, when he's interested in someone, he becomes quite the Romeo. Gifts are a must for him. Others know he's infatuated when he brings the other cat flowers, interesting rocks, feathers, and other things. To him, it's something that shows he cares enough to think of them when seeing something. If the other party disregards his presents, it hurts his feelings deeply, but he does give up. After all, every honorable tom knows when to admit defeat.
This lover boy, in spite of his semi-gentle personality, is quite scary when it comes to him getting ready to fight or becoming angry. It quickly becomes known that Jaystrike is a rather large, powerful cat when he's fixing to get his claws out. His intimidating stature becomes more apparent, and many felines have fled before even fighting him because of his scary look. Rage tends to radiate off of Jay during this time, and it is not a comfortable sight; this is especially true once he gets to ripping his opponent to shreds and tossing them about like a rag doll.
HISTORY
- FAMILY:
Boulder- father
Tempest- mother
Storm- sister
Cliff & Rain- brothers
Slatefrost & Shadowfang- grandfathers
Pebblenose & Brindlemist- grandmothers
Brook & Mist & Shade- aunts
Bear & Night & Crow & Rook & Stone- uncles
Badger & Raven & Ivy & Magpie & Dapple & Smokey & Skunk & Blackbird- cousins
Falcon & Dahlia & Leonidas & Rage & Jasper & Dante & Atlas- ex-mates
Atlas & Dante & Lion & Scarface & Ghost- besties
Casey & Rage & Skink & Freddy & Poltergeist- enemies/ cats killedJaystrike wasn't always known as Jaystrike, or even Jay. A few moons after his birth, he was given his first name: Mountain. By then he was living with his grandmother, Pebblenose, and already nearly six moons old. Before that, he was just called "big guy" or "booger" by her and her mate, Slatefrost.
Mountain's background is a complicated one, spanning three generations including his, of pure WindClan blood. When the Clan had first dissolved, Pebblenose and her close friend, Brindlemist had agreed to keep a group of their Clanmates close to keep the bloodline strong. This was how they both eventually ended up pairing their children together. Boulder and Tempest were raised together, knowing they'd be mates eventually. Their love was nurtured from the time they were born, and became strong very quickly. During the training their parents put them through to keep Clan traditions alive, their bond only grew tighter.
By the time they were of perfect age to have kittens, their siblings had paired up as well with a few extra males left to their own devices. They went off to find other mates within the group, much to their parents' pleasure. Boulder and Tempest waited to mate, wanting to just live and be together alone a while. The couple strayed from the group of ex-WindClanners for a while. When only one of them came back moons later, he came with news of Tempest's death. The she-cat had died in child-birth because of an infection Boulder was incapable of curing with his limited warrior's knowledge of herbs.
A vigil was kept for her, but the kits were celebrated. Despite the traditions of naming kittens soon after birth, the group waited to name Boulder's since a border dispute was going on with them against loners. They'd settled in a small forest near Twoleg dens for a short while, and needed to often fight the non-exWindClanners to keep the space.
Once all the drama was done, two moons had passed. Having put off the namings for far too long, the kits' guilty grandparents eventually got to it. They'd put it off even longer because of Boulder's death in a skirmish and the stresses of other business. The kits were proud when they were finally named Mountain, Cliff, Storm, and Rain.
Rain was the self-proclaimed leader of the kittens, and Storm his deputy. Cliff and Mountain tended to be the fighters, always tussling one another. Between Mountain and Cliff, Mountain was the most playful, while Cliff was serious. They evened each other out most of the time and were in their own little bubble. Even Rain and Storm couldn't infiltrate that, making the litter split in half.
The group trained with their friends, their grandparents watching proudly as they grew. They were around fifteen moons when they'd heard of a group wanting to remake the Clans. Of course the large group went searching for them. Along the way, Mountain met many cats, a lot of them becoming lovers of his. First was Falcon, a proud she-cat. The next was Dahlia, a more quiet and sweet gal. These relationships ended within weeks since Mountain followed the group loyally.
It was when they'd finally found the crowd of cats they had heard of that Mountain really went crazy having flings with cats. Rage was the first of this time. Mountain was naive and going through a rebellious stage, retaliating against Pebblenose despite being closest to her. She had told him Rage was no good, but he didn't listen. The young cat had been discovering his sexuality, and went wild with Rage. He let the tom add to their lover group however he pleased. This was when he also met Leonidas and Jasper. They became a group of four lovers who often strayed from Mountain's family and new comrades to start trouble.
Rage eventually pushed Mountain too far. He was mistreating Leonidas and Jasper and constantly bashing on his loved ones. This ended in a big brawl between him and Rage. Leonidas and Jasper ran off the moment it started, so Mountain was alone when he'd finished fighting Rage. The smaller tom was a heap of blood and fur. Guilty, Mountain ran off and left the body to clean himself of the blood.
No one in the group knew of Mountain killing Rage, but they did notice his change in attitude. He was more obedient and joked far more than he had lately. Pebblenose and the rest were relieved that Mountain had rid himself of the bad cats. Sadly, it didn't end there. Mountain was out hunting with his grandmother, Pebblenose near a Twoleg den when a sound lured Mountain into the den. Pebblenose followed, nagging her grandson about not being cautious. It was then that the back entrance of the den closed, a group of Rage's friends howling insults and laughing behind it.
A violent guard dog was in the house and killed Pebblenose almost immediately. Mountain clawed the beast up well and fled through the dog flap Rage's friends had foolishly left open when the Twolegs came home. After that, he separated from the Clan group, promising he'd be back. He couldn't have been gone for five moons before he'd returned. They all thought Mountain had just needed time to grieve, but it wasn't just that. The tom had hunted down all the cats who had been behind that stunt that killed his grandmother. He still remembers their names to this day: Casey, Skink, Freddy, and Poltergeist. He'd made sure they all suffered miserable deaths.
Not long after returning back to the Clan groups, a majority of Mountain's family had left. They were convinced that Mountain had become a kittypet or loner and followed suit. The few who stayed were Cliff, Storm, and his best friends, Ghost, Dante, and Atlas.
During the last stretch of the journey, Mountain was renamed Jay by his request and had been mates with both Dante and Atlas before breaking it off because he just wanted friendship. HillClan eventually came to be. A fight between the newly named HillClan and TreeClan broke out, CreekClan trying to calm it. In the end, Storm died and Hill retired because of injury. Jay was named Jaystrike when they came to the place, Cliff being named Cliffgaze and Danter and Atlas being named Sungust and Hemlockshade. Pinewhisker took over as HillClan leader, Jaystrike being named deputy.
SAMPLE
- Jaystrike was out like a light, shortly after mumbling those few sentences to the spirit of his grandmother,Pebblenose. As soon as he was in the depth of his slumber however, a dream made the tom's short-lived, deep snores turn to incoherent murmurings. He was like a rumbling beast, claws sinking into the spongy moss beneath him and eyes shifting restlessly behind their deep gray lids. As it roused a few of his Clanmates, via a fluffy tail to the face or a grumble corrupting their own dreams, it was blatant his imaginations were taking a dark turn.
The large, monstrously sized cat stood in a dark Twoleg den. He'd only dared to step inside one once, and this one was similar to the very den he'd wandered that time. It had similarly beige-colored walls and a large section of cold tile that made him feel as if he were about to slip. Wooden ledges colored an odd creamy white topped with shiny swirled stone of a similar color to the wood lined the walls of the room. Above them were something akin to over-hangs with weird swinging pieces of wood attached to them. The tom's thick gray pelt bristled as said slabs of wood banged open and shut, the bleached skulls of cats inside them. This made his bright green eyes widen dramatically.
Then there it was: that all too eerie click of canine nails on the cool ground. Jaystrike turned to face it slowly, an expression of pure terror glued to his face. There stood a hulking creature, muscles thickly corded to its frame. It was a stout fellow, short despite being so large in muscular mass. It was the guard dog of the Twoleg den, and made the feline's fur puff out even further. A startled his left Jay's maw at the sight of fresh blood staining it's short muzzle and black body. In its strong jaws was the limp, mauled body of his grandmother. Her once beautiful storm-gray pelt was spiked with crimson liquid and clung at odd angles to her. Luckily her brilliant amber eyes were closed. The beast's before him however, were staring at him and glittering with menace.
Complete and utter rage replaced his shock and terror when the pitbull had the audacity drop Pebblenose's carcass on the pale tiles and snap at him with red-stained fangs. Jaystrike leaped back from the attack with speed he'd never once imagined a cat his size having. He gave out a fearsome roar and charged the retched dog with unforgiving strikes. The tom ignored the pain of the blows that hit him as he tore at the killer of his best friend and grandmother.
Jay only snapped out of his blind rampage when the sound of Twolegs screeching filled his ears. The pit whimpered and skittered toward their master while the stone gray tom scrambled toward his grandmother's body and quickly retreated while trying to drag it with him. He'd be damned if he left her there to be thrown out like Twoleg rubbish.
The dog was ordered to chase after him however, and he quickened his pace only to look back and see the opening jaws of it with wide eyes. It was gaining on him swiftly. It pounced. Jaystrike was going to di-
At the sound of Snowfire's deep meow, Jaystrike's green gaze popped open immediately. He bolted into a sitting position only to see shreds of moss, feathers, and bracken strewn around him and even on some of his Clanmates who slept near him. A few had their eyes open, glaring at him angrily. Apparently he'd been a restless sleeper.
Giving each annoyed cat an apologetic look, the gray tom swiftly groomed the nest bits out of his pelt and trailed after his leader. It was odd, being trusted to talk about things to Snowfire like this. Before being announced as deputy, Jaystrike had been just some cat in HillClan who was an okay fighter. Well, in his own eyes at least. Now, was he actually getting to know top-secret information? The thought made the warrior quicken his pace and try to calm his racing heart.
After he'd caught up to his leader, Jaystrike eased into a comfortable crouch, gaze focused intently on the ginger and white tom's as he spoke. He nodded his large head politely as he listened and thought a moment before responding to the other, thinking thoroughly of what he'd like to say.
"Yes, I will speak honestly with you, Snowfire. I am your deputy, and I believe it a waste of time to beat around the bush concerning these matters."
The rumble of the thick-furred cat's voice was low but clear. He began without hesitation in his tone. Jay knew he'd need to be confident to gain the respect of those around him from now on, and felt up to the challenge. He'd always been rather self-assured anyhow. Clearing his throat, he continued with a glint in his eye.
"These loners...could be useful. A trial is, of course, in order for each. As long as they are a good addition and we can both agree on the exactness of what skill we could use of theirs, I don't find any problem with this. Of course, having too many would taint the purity of our WindClan blood, so only a select few should be approved of.
As for the TreeClanners...what have they done this time? You'd think they'd have learned by now."
The mention of TreeClan had Jaystrike scowling, tail flicking a few times in agitation with the annoying Clan. It seemed they always started problems with HillClan.
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