TBT: Fear and Contempt || Prejudice at It's Best
The ground almost seem to shake as Tornadoclaw lumbered into camp. Carried in the tom's powerful set of jaws was a large fish, a catch the deputy would most likely end up keeping for himself, rather than sharing it with his clan mates. Tornadoclaw took heavy, exaggerated steps as he walked towards his den, going out of his way to step on fallen leaves and flick the smaller pebbles across the ground, making sure that his every move was heard, and his presence in the camp was noticed; Not that anyone could miss seeing the massive cat. He felt almost powerful as the members of his clan turned their heads to see what all that noise was coming from, only to shy away when they met his gaze.
Tornadoclaw had almost made it to his den when a sudden, distinctive scent hit him. His eye immediately darted towards Angelfeather, one of the newest members of RiverClan. Despite becoming a warrior, the she-cat still carried a faint two-leg scent. The tom was yet to officia