- Mar 12, 2023
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WindClan's made their point, and they'd live to remind them any chance they could.
Heathclaw is one of the many warriors in the throng. For once, just one of the collective, just one of the wounded. His flank stings from the claws thrown at his side, his neck aches with the remnants of a the bite felt there, however loose it had been. It was a shame, the dissonance between them. It would not have been difficult for things to have been different. Not at all.
He shifts his focus away from him– the tom who'd fought harder than he needed to; who'd ended up in worse shape than he'd had to– to his own, or something akin to that, at least. To those with injuries lesser than his own, greater than his own. Common courtesy, he thinks, to check up oh denmates. Heathclaw comes in step with the closest cat to him, makes up a greeting with a cut and dry sort 'f chirrup. "How're ya holdin' up?" he asks, and then to the rest 'f em, he'd raise his voice. "We all livin' to tell the tale?"
Heathclaw is one of the many warriors in the throng. For once, just one of the collective, just one of the wounded. His flank stings from the claws thrown at his side, his neck aches with the remnants of a the bite felt there, however loose it had been. It was a shame, the dissonance between them. It would not have been difficult for things to have been different. Not at all.
He shifts his focus away from him– the tom who'd fought harder than he needed to; who'd ended up in worse shape than he'd had to– to his own, or something akin to that, at least. To those with injuries lesser than his own, greater than his own. Common courtesy, he thinks, to check up oh denmates. Heathclaw comes in step with the closest cat to him, makes up a greeting with a cut and dry sort 'f chirrup. "How're ya holdin' up?" he asks, and then to the rest 'f em, he'd raise his voice. "We all livin' to tell the tale?"
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Takes place on the way home from the battle! Talking to @Bluepool
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— HEATHCLAW: he / him; cisgender male, 42 moons. moor - runner of windclan.
— bisexual with no clear preference. single.
— low, rumbling voice with a noticeable, but not overbearing southern drawl.
— goes with the tides. if loyalty is what will benefit him, so be it. independent but amicable.
— for windclan – a tall and broad chocolate tabby tom with half a tail. Smattered with smaller scars, the most obvious being a sharp cut across his lower jaw and eye, that of which is half-blind. Sharp-jawed with an intense hazeled stare; lost most of his tail due to an incident when he was younger.