- Dec 12, 2023
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➼➼ Seeing his former home from the outside is… strange. He feels so distant from the place where he’d grown up, now that he has a place within ShadowClan. He used to spend every waking moment within the shiny silver fencing of the carrionplace, scrounging through black bags that smelled of sun-warmed rot. He used to wonder if each day would be the day he died, torn apart by rats or twolegs or even the occasional loose dog. Never had he expected to end up living in one of the clans—much less ShadowClan.
Being assigned to go on patrol near the so-called carrionplace had made him a bit uncomfortable, and as the patrol approaches the shiny gates, Blackstrike’s expression gradually turns sour. It doesn’t smell any better now than it had the last time he’d been here. For some reason, he’d thought returning to his old home would be nostalgic, somewhat, but… the corpse that lies right up against the fence is just a reminder of how awful this place is. He huffs out a breath of mild amusement, flicking his tail toward the rest of the patrol. "Well, wouldja look at that," he says, turning a critical eye upon the thing. A skunk, it looks like, probably weakened and then torn apart by rats or dogs or… any of the other things that prowl the lands around the wretched place. "Few months ago, that coulda been me anyday. I sure don’t envy the poor bastard."
Being assigned to go on patrol near the so-called carrionplace had made him a bit uncomfortable, and as the patrol approaches the shiny gates, Blackstrike’s expression gradually turns sour. It doesn’t smell any better now than it had the last time he’d been here. For some reason, he’d thought returning to his old home would be nostalgic, somewhat, but… the corpse that lies right up against the fence is just a reminder of how awful this place is. He huffs out a breath of mild amusement, flicking his tail toward the rest of the patrol. "Well, wouldja look at that," he says, turning a critical eye upon the thing. A skunk, it looks like, probably weakened and then torn apart by rats or dogs or… any of the other things that prowl the lands around the wretched place. "Few months ago, that coulda been me anyday. I sure don’t envy the poor bastard."
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➼ thin black and white tom with mismatched blue and yellow eyes. calm and nonchalant, difficult to anger.
➼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
➼ penned by foxlore