Recent content by Mourningbloom

The warmer the weather got, the more the warrior wished he had shorter fur. The stream they followed seemed to almost call for him. It would be an easy way to cool off, but at what cost? He'd then be a sopping wet mess and no hunting would be done. Who says the water in the stream would be cold...

If there was anything Mourningbloom liked about life, it was adventuring out of camp. Being forced to go out of the camp could be fun some times, but really he enjoyed time outside alone way more. Nevertheless, he was willing to do anything at this point. His focus remained on Smogmaw, awaiting...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ Of all the things he was expecting to happen, this certainly was not at the top of his list. Maybe, you know, the frogs disappearing, but not this. As frogs invaded the camp, unorganized and going about stupidly, he tensed up. This was too many, too many...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ The chimera despised going even remotely close to the Thunderpath, but here he was, standing near it with his patrolmates. Here he was, watching his patrolmates mess with... something. He agreed with Marshroot and Chilledstar - not touching it, not eating...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ The new season had been wonderful so far, aside from the storms where lightning would strike, painting the sky with cracks. He had not minded the weather any other time. The rain was refreshing, to some degree - and the food, he could not forget the food...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ The croaks of frogs were, for obvious reasons, getting on his nerves. The louder they croaked, the louder his thoughts had to become. But there was a way to get them to be quiet - hunt them. Get rid of them. That, he had no problem doing. Hunting would...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ It was almost peaceful for the tom, enjoying the sound of rain hitting the camp’s floor, hitting the trees and ground nearby. He liked it. Part of him disliked how heavy his pelt could end up if he was out in the rain for long periods of time...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ With days getting warm and the snow melting away, he could feel a similar feeling across his pelt. A winter coat shedding, yet his long fur refusing to shorten, flowing down the sides of his face, off his legs, and his belly. He was just born that way...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ Snow crunched beneath white-and-black paws as a long-furred warrior padded along the territory, wandering on his lonesome. He wasn't lost, no, and he did have a purpose, but he hadn't spoken it to anybody quite yet. If he was out of camp, it was for a few...

reserved pt2 (i'll put like.. old stuff here ig. idfk)

reserved !

BIG ASS WIP DONT LOOK AT ME !!! Mourningkit, Mourningpaw MOURNINGBLOOM ; I don't like the name my Father gave me, but I won't change it. It's the last I have of mom. ⤷ mourning for his father's mourning of his late mother; bloom for change. — amab cis-male; he/him & masc terms; Demiromatice...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ With clanmates at his side, he felt a little better, a little more focused on the snowy world around them. He would stay silent still, listening to the others chat about the patrol. Snipe couldn't provide the answer, and at least Snowpaw had a slight...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ His body remained still, ears now returning to their natural state, resting upon his head as the noise of the patrol became louder. No more time alone, no more time 'enjoying' the cold. Paws shuffled beneath him as his demeaner stiffened up slightly...

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞ Cold air hit the tom’s nose as he took a soft breath, causing his muzzle to crinkle uncomfortably. Cold. Familiar, but not what he preferred. Mourningbloom was almost built for it, with his long fur and all, but he still felt the temperature down to his...