- Jun 9, 2022
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Part of him had expected that the moment Orangestar turned her back, ThunderClan would be binding leaf and honey across his eyes to protect their precious path to camp, but he's quite blessed in the end, to have the pleasure of watching her retreat into the wood. With stiff shoulders, he had turned to ThunderClan. With stiff shoulders— but eyes wide to the world— he had treaded toward their camp.
The trees were even more sickly here. When Leaf - fall came, Dawnglare never envied the mess at their borders, but as the leaves on their trees rotted, they only grew more and more appealing. If only he could hook one on the brink of death. It could serve a welcome reminder for how they could look all of the time, if they so pleased... But instead, they adorn themselves in this putrid green color, swaying delightedly along their branches as if they'd never fallen in the first place. No... Dawnglare could never live in a place like this. If he ever trodded too closesly to Gentlestorm or his peers, it was only out of disdain for what sat outside that circle.
The tunnel that seperated their camp from the outside world was nearly a crude replica of SkyClan's own, all gorse and brambles that scrapped unceremoniously against your pelt, if you were not used to the shape of it. He follows the best he can. He tries to imagine what a young Blaise had imagined. This is where he had wanted to be, wasn't it? Did he picture sprawling walls, prey piled high, nests lined with feathers? Oh! What wonders await him, an aspiring ThunderClanner, a starry eyed clan cat?
Grass and stumps, is all it is. The disappointment is perhaps, the same as it had been his first day in SkyClan. Pale paws rooted into new earth, he utters his first word with narrowed eyes. " Ugh. "
// OOC: AMERICA YA!!!!! THIS IS BACKWRITTEN i should say. before a certain lead warrior went to go steal from his house tf ???? with @HOWLINGSTAR @GENTLESTORM and @/nightbird
The trees were even more sickly here. When Leaf - fall came, Dawnglare never envied the mess at their borders, but as the leaves on their trees rotted, they only grew more and more appealing. If only he could hook one on the brink of death. It could serve a welcome reminder for how they could look all of the time, if they so pleased... But instead, they adorn themselves in this putrid green color, swaying delightedly along their branches as if they'd never fallen in the first place. No... Dawnglare could never live in a place like this. If he ever trodded too closesly to Gentlestorm or his peers, it was only out of disdain for what sat outside that circle.
The tunnel that seperated their camp from the outside world was nearly a crude replica of SkyClan's own, all gorse and brambles that scrapped unceremoniously against your pelt, if you were not used to the shape of it. He follows the best he can. He tries to imagine what a young Blaise had imagined. This is where he had wanted to be, wasn't it? Did he picture sprawling walls, prey piled high, nests lined with feathers? Oh! What wonders await him, an aspiring ThunderClanner, a starry eyed clan cat?
Grass and stumps, is all it is. The disappointment is perhaps, the same as it had been his first day in SkyClan. Pale paws rooted into new earth, he utters his first word with narrowed eyes. " Ugh. "
// OOC: AMERICA YA!!!!! THIS IS BACKWRITTEN i should say. before a certain lead warrior went to go steal from his house tf ???? with @HOWLINGSTAR @GENTLESTORM and @/nightbird