- Aug 7, 2022
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OOC- trigger warnings for some heavy content. if your sensitive to light mentions of child abuse/death then don't read.
I FEEL LIKE AN ASTRONAUT IN THE OCEAN
Well, he did it- he was free. It was a reality he wasn't sure he'd come to terms with yet, still half expecting to hear the angry shout of his fathers voice before the orange tomcat appeared to drag him home. He knew it wasn't possible, that Bronze didn't didn't even know about the clans let alone Twins- no, Quills split decision to run away and join them. Even if by some hilarious twist of fate his parents were looking for him, they'd never find him out here. And quite frankly, that was fine by him. Quill had absolutely no interest in going back to live in that fucking hellhole with that joke of a family. They hadn't even wanted him there anyways, and the mere act of existing around his father had been enough to make life unbearable for everyone around them.
No, leaving had been a mercy, to both himself, and to the family he'd left behind. The loss of his sister had been a tipping point there'd never be a return from, and he was pretty sure they'd all known it. His father had already hated him and now he hated Quill even more, and while his mom loved him in her own way, he knew that every problem she'd ever stared down in life had been a direct result of his own existence. The only one left that he'd felt anything for other than resentment was his older brother, Luca. The ginger tomcat had always treated him like his brother even though they both knew the truth, and he'd had to sit there and watch as their family went from being a happy unit to a warzone where anyone was liable to get caught in the crossfire.
With Quill out of the picture though, they could all start to heal- himself included. Weather his parents chose to work things out or separate, he knew the loss of another child would force his mother into action to preserve her final one. She'd always had trouble having kits, a single one in every litter she'd ever had, and Luca had always been her baby boy. And Quill? He could finally just be done with it. Leaving hurt, but it also felt good. To not be surrounded by the heaviness and to be walking on eggshells, ready to bristle and swing at a moment notice, it was nice.
So what if Skyclan was a little weird and wanted him to have a new name and worship the stars? At the end of the day they were -otherwise- exactly what Quillpaw wanted: something normal. They went hunting, patrolled their borders, picked ticks off each others, shared prey. It was calm and orderly and just what his mind needed after all of that in order to regain some sanity.
With a yawn the tom rose from his nest and made his way outside, slipping into the warmth of the sun and stretching out his lanky, muscular form. Waking up in the forest was nice. Birdsong, a gentle breeze, the smell of grass and trees all around him. It was a lot nicer than the constant noise of twolegplace, and he found a nice sunny spot to sit and groom his fur before he had to go out and do whatever it was Skyclanners did all day. Of course, no matter how much he groomed it to get rid of the unruliness that had settled from sleep, the black fur along his nape refused to lay entirely flat, spiking up as it usually did until he just gave up on it.
Well, time to start the day.
No, leaving had been a mercy, to both himself, and to the family he'd left behind. The loss of his sister had been a tipping point there'd never be a return from, and he was pretty sure they'd all known it. His father had already hated him and now he hated Quill even more, and while his mom loved him in her own way, he knew that every problem she'd ever stared down in life had been a direct result of his own existence. The only one left that he'd felt anything for other than resentment was his older brother, Luca. The ginger tomcat had always treated him like his brother even though they both knew the truth, and he'd had to sit there and watch as their family went from being a happy unit to a warzone where anyone was liable to get caught in the crossfire.
With Quill out of the picture though, they could all start to heal- himself included. Weather his parents chose to work things out or separate, he knew the loss of another child would force his mother into action to preserve her final one. She'd always had trouble having kits, a single one in every litter she'd ever had, and Luca had always been her baby boy. And Quill? He could finally just be done with it. Leaving hurt, but it also felt good. To not be surrounded by the heaviness and to be walking on eggshells, ready to bristle and swing at a moment notice, it was nice.
So what if Skyclan was a little weird and wanted him to have a new name and worship the stars? At the end of the day they were -otherwise- exactly what Quillpaw wanted: something normal. They went hunting, patrolled their borders, picked ticks off each others, shared prey. It was calm and orderly and just what his mind needed after all of that in order to regain some sanity.
With a yawn the tom rose from his nest and made his way outside, slipping into the warmth of the sun and stretching out his lanky, muscular form. Waking up in the forest was nice. Birdsong, a gentle breeze, the smell of grass and trees all around him. It was a lot nicer than the constant noise of twolegplace, and he found a nice sunny spot to sit and groom his fur before he had to go out and do whatever it was Skyclanners did all day. Of course, no matter how much he groomed it to get rid of the unruliness that had settled from sleep, the black fur along his nape refused to lay entirely flat, spiking up as it usually did until he just gave up on it.
Well, time to start the day.
skyclan - male - 6 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders
