- Aug 3, 2024
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🗡 ๋࣭ ⭑ Ever since the recent gathering, something had felt terribly...off for Batscreech. Batscreech. The name itself tasted sickeningly unfamiliar on his own tongue, and the way it fell so seamlessly from the mouths of those around him never failed to leave his chest feeling as if it had been torn from him in a single swipe, what remained nothing more than a gaping and hollowed out wound, the space vacant and void. He had worked hard, or so he assumed, to get to this point- according to everything he had seen and heard, being a warrior was an honor not easily granted to those who sought to grasp such a title. A transformative process in every sense of the word, to reshape your very being into one that would aid those you cared about and those who they would care about in their wake for generations to come, over and over again, endlessly until everyone was naught but ash- but he was not that, surely? He wasn't even from this place, the only reason he had been given the chance to prove himself worthy enough of being anything more than a violent and aimlessly wandering blight on the world was undoubtedly nothing beyond sheer pity, or perhaps simply a duty that was not one to be negotiated. SkyClan was merciful in that it took a chance on anyone who they felt was deserving of it, to welcome those unlike them regardless of where they came from or who they had been before throwing themselves towards the border. He was nothing special, he was no different than any of the other wayward souls who begged for a second chance, he was simply...as he was. The things he had done to get to this point were nothing worth praising, nothing worth reminiscing over, nothing worth thinking twice about, his new name included. He should be proud, he knew, and yet he could not share the same palpable excitement that permeated throughout the figures who had been given their new names alongside him. He had not even raised his verdant gaze from the earth that carried his two paws upon being hailed to the forefront of the clan that day. He had wanted nothing more than to disappear, and he was certain Orangestar had caught the flinch that overtook his frame when he had been called by his new alias.
He turned his attention back to the pile of scattered flowers that he had allowed to rest before his hunched frame. Originally, he had sought out materials for his nest- something that although he once lamented, he found himself minding less and less with each reworking of it. It was therapeutic, in a way he could not quite explain, but not so therapeutic as turning his attention to a patch of flowers that caressed the hills of the territory, swaying in the wind in a beautifully choreographed dance that only nature itself could cultivate. The colors, plentiful and vivid like that of a painting were mesmerizing enough for Batscreech to seek some of it for himself- to take whatever it was he could from it in hopes that perhaps he too could share in some of that divine serenity. The types of flowers they were he could not say, but it mattered little to him as he gently picked up a bulb of petals in between his yellow-tinted fangs and twisted his body as to place it somewhere within the tufts of his thick fur. He would allow himself to be taken away in its appearance then, forgetting all the others that still awaited his attention in front of him, his expression exhausted and sad as it always was, unaware of the ever present life that continued to mull about around him as it tended to do in the heart of camp. Should someone choose to address him now, he would be none the wiser until their voice pierced the inner drum of his vacant ears.
He turned his attention back to the pile of scattered flowers that he had allowed to rest before his hunched frame. Originally, he had sought out materials for his nest- something that although he once lamented, he found himself minding less and less with each reworking of it. It was therapeutic, in a way he could not quite explain, but not so therapeutic as turning his attention to a patch of flowers that caressed the hills of the territory, swaying in the wind in a beautifully choreographed dance that only nature itself could cultivate. The colors, plentiful and vivid like that of a painting were mesmerizing enough for Batscreech to seek some of it for himself- to take whatever it was he could from it in hopes that perhaps he too could share in some of that divine serenity. The types of flowers they were he could not say, but it mattered little to him as he gently picked up a bulb of petals in between his yellow-tinted fangs and twisted his body as to place it somewhere within the tufts of his thick fur. He would allow himself to be taken away in its appearance then, forgetting all the others that still awaited his attention in front of him, his expression exhausted and sad as it always was, unaware of the ever present life that continued to mull about around him as it tended to do in the heart of camp. Should someone choose to address him now, he would be none the wiser until their voice pierced the inner drum of his vacant ears.
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a small two-tone brown cat with a scrawny/lithe build. eyes are predominantly green with yellow hued central heterochromia. longhaired seal point / chocolate chimera.
