but someday i sit and wish i was a kid again || wormwatcher & batchaser

[Wormwatcher]

✧*:.｡. The midday heat swelters over the marshland, leaving a haze over the turbid water in front of the patrol that weaves through the mud confidently, hardly bothered by their messy pelts. The patrol was scattered, as they were heading back towards camp. In the rear was Wormwatcher, accompanying Batchaser, whom Wormwatcher has been interested in for quite some time– the wiry tom had been keen to the mysterious tom ever since he became dimly aware of his loner past, a detail they both shared in common. Wormwatcher had volunteered to be a part of this patrol after hearing Batchaser had been assigned to it, taking the opportunity to speak to the tom cat after so many moons.

He glances through his peripheral vision towards Batshade and inclines his head towards the tom cat. After a moment of consideration, he swallows apprehensively and quickly side steps to position himself in front of Batchaser. He looks over his shoulder towards the patrol, and when satisfied that they were continuing their journey towards camp, he redirects his angular face towards Batchaser. He looks him up and down and then in a rather relaxed tone asks, “Were you part of a group?” It was less a question and more a statement. Sure, he was being a little pushy… but they have something in common, shouldn’t they discuss this fact? Maybe… just maybe Batchaser would happen to have known of other loner groups. Wormwatcher acknowledges he may be a little brash, confronting the mysterious tom in such a manner, but frankly, he was unsure how to broach the subject any other way.

✧*:.｡. ~ aren’t i enough? ~

• ooc- @BATCHASER
  
• wormwatcher —— ✧*:.｡.shadowclan warrior, he/him, homosexual, 28 ☾

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[BATCHASER]

The lanky bicolor trudges over the marshland with a patrol he was assigned to. He was quite glad to have a short coat instead of a longer one, he would've passed out from the heat. The patrol was doing their own thing, scattered about and chattering about anything and nothing. He was at the rear of the patrol, long limbs easily striding through muck.

Batchaser was accompanied by Wormwatcher, a clanmate he has not actively interacted with or bothered to get to know the other. He was content to watch interactions play out rather than speak up. He enjoys a friendly chat once in a while. The warrior liked to listen to the gossip surrounding the other clans, with his more… stranger clanmates. Halting in his step, sliding his gaze at the body who stepped in front of him. He tilts his head, curled fringe moving as hidden heterochromatic eyes narrow at the other tom. Why did you stop?

He had wanted to say, he flicked up his eyes at the continuing patrol on their way to camp. He opens his maw to speak, he clicks his mouth shut as Wormwatcher asked him a question. Lashing of a whiplike tail, he angled his face downward to stare at the other warrior. Part of a group? His dark muzzle wrinkles up, bones tense up under his phantom curled coat. Large ears twitch while, he clicks his tongue with a huff leaving his nose. He lets a sharp smile spread across dark-and-pale lips, while he smoothly answers his quite nosy clanmate. "Why, of course I was." He studies chimera. Up and down, as he presses his dainty pale - splashed paws down into the ground.

He had known passing loner groups, though… a few sprinkles of rouges here and there. His personal matters are for him and his siblings alone. No one else. It's a part of his mysterious charm.

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

• ooc. late reply </3

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 33 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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