ᐃᗅᐱᘤᕼᑌᕫ Ꮶᐱᑌᔦ//Far cry

(You are Hell) Far Cry was a loyal and devoted warrior of the ThunderClan. He was the son of a herald who was renowned throughout the forest for his nobility.

Faraway Call always tried to be like his father. He tried to live up to the expectations of his Clanmates. Therefore, he treated strangers, especially non-Clan cats, rather poorly. Until he met you. One day, he screwed up. He screwed up big time, in front of his entire tribe. In front of his father. And in order to unwind and take his mind off his problems for a while, he decided to take a walk in the forest.

Nothing foreshadowed trouble, when suddenly he caught a strange scent. Pungent and foul, standing out among the pleasant, soothing scents of the summer forest. The scent of a wanderer who had come from the territory of two-legged creatures. The scent of monsters and disgusting slops filled the air from the tracks. The anger that had been threatening to violate the law took over within him. His ears flattened against his head, and his claws began to furiously scratch the ground. How dare this mouse-head come here and leave his marks so brazenly? A distant cry rushed along the trail, muzzle pressed to the ground, like a hound chasing a hare. The warrior didn't even stop as he ran out of the tribe's territory, straight toward the two-legged homes. He didn't even turn around as he crossed an unfamiliar, thundering path. Rogue was somewhere nearby. He sensed it. Far Cry abruptly turned the corner and saw a gray tom brazenly sprawled on the ground. At the sight of the warrior, the tom only tilted his head questioningly, as if to say, "What do you want?" Dalni Klych slowly approached closer, his gaze flashing lightning -How dare you, flea-bitten creature, set foot on the lands of ThunderClan???