- Aug 27, 2024
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He woke to pain. Pain in his stomach, his head, his limbs, everything. It was routine, the bite brought on by the Leafbare chill always carrying the promise of his physical deterioration with it. Insufferable as it was, he lamented the idea of asking Moonflower and Robinheart for herbs- what would ease could not mend- and truthfully, he felt as though he were not worth the extra trouble. A waste it would be, for he would always return back here again, back to this moment. One where claws shred bedding materials into litter, a clenched jaw making mandibles ache, his body trembling with what it was forced to endure since his unfortunate birth. The warrior's den would quickly become overwhelmingly stifling, and so he would rise onto unsteady paws before teetering stiffly out into the night. It would do little to ease his pain, every step taken causing his taut muscles to scream in protest, yet he continued on- that was all he could ever do- just press on.
The night was young, the promise of the rising sun still quite a ways away. The stars overhead twinkled with their familiar dance, a welcoming breath of glitter strewn across an otherwise abyssal sky. They beckoned him nearer, and he would answer the call...though the closest he could ever come to truly touching them was through their reflection within the river's still waters. A perfect mirror of what was above, his stiff paw would gently score the top an undisturbed tide, the ripple it sent causing the images inside to distort. He would remain sat here on the banks, allowing his eyes to squeeze shut as his body seemed to melt into the peaty sand- he was thankful to not have been born with long curls of fur- it ensured he did not need to worry about cleaning the accumulated particles from his sleek pelt for hours after.
The world melted away as he allowed the scents and sounds of his controlled world wash over him, a content but shaky sigh escaping from his parted maw in a flurry of smoke. He was at peace here, for whatever it was worth. Even if he was alone.
The night was young, the promise of the rising sun still quite a ways away. The stars overhead twinkled with their familiar dance, a welcoming breath of glitter strewn across an otherwise abyssal sky. They beckoned him nearer, and he would answer the call...though the closest he could ever come to truly touching them was through their reflection within the river's still waters. A perfect mirror of what was above, his stiff paw would gently score the top an undisturbed tide, the ripple it sent causing the images inside to distort. He would remain sat here on the banks, allowing his eyes to squeeze shut as his body seemed to melt into the peaty sand- he was thankful to not have been born with long curls of fur- it ensured he did not need to worry about cleaning the accumulated particles from his sleek pelt for hours after.
The world melted away as he allowed the scents and sounds of his controlled world wash over him, a content but shaky sigh escaping from his parted maw in a flurry of smoke. He was at peace here, for whatever it was worth. Even if he was alone.
OOC: @DIPPERFROST
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✶ㅤmale (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤgay aroace, single
✶ㅤ25 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 24th of the month
✶ㅤwarrior of riverclan for 13 moons
✶ㅤsilvertidexsplittailㅤ/ㅤno other relations
✶ㅤmentoring noneㅤ/ㅤmentored by willowroot
✶ㅤpenned by sloaneㅤ/ㅤmessage encarcerated on discord for plots!
sh blue tabby/blue chimera w/low white with deep, teal colored eyes and a stoic demeanor. physically inexpressive and socially flat despite being quite polite and easygoing.