- Jan 9, 2024
- 80
- 4
- 8
He has kept himself partly away from the new leader of Shadowclan, for reasons he has not yet comprehended. The split - colored phantom had not spoken with Mirestar... ever since he had said his congratulations of ascending leadership when the chimera came back from the Moonstone. His thoughts swirl lazily like a darkened fog, echos of uneasiness on his tongue made his fur stand on end. Batchaser is a strange guy... a lively ghost that walks on the mortal plane with nothing to gain. Except for the same routine he had planted in himself from a naive age. It has been nearly a moon... hasn't it? How time flies.
The tall split - colored warrior lets himself saunter to the prey pile, bend his head down to snag a pigeon between his ivory fangs. The gentle kiss of the autumn breeze caresses his lanky figure, as he raises his head to carry his meal in his jaws with a huff. A large ear swivels and flicks, before he goes and slinks to his destination for today. Broken sun rays dapple his short coat, and dainty pale paws carry him from across camp to the star - touched form of Mirestar. His pale - touched tail tip sweeps across the ground like a snake in the grass, as he hums out a greeting from around the pigeon he carries between his teeth. "Greetings, my fluffy friend. This is for you." He bows his head towards his crowned listener with respect. He lifts his head up, the veil of his fringe moves letting a gold eye peek from a few streads. Peering down at the fluffy form of his dear friend.
He drops the pigeon in front of the chimera before he himself plops down on his side with a sigh leaving him. Hidden heterochromatic eyes gleam through his fringe, as a sharp smile makes its way onto his face having his eyes narrow through curled strands. "Hm, star - blessed listener... How are you? In you're newly crowned position?" He charming smile curls upon his split - colored lips, as he speaks once more with a hum growing in his pale throat. An ear flicks to the side, while his tail curls around his sharp bony figure. "Not too... stressful perhaps?"
Dropping the smile he had, he let his head tilt to the side like that of a curious fox. A slightly... scary gesture of a curious creature. The moon - touched phantom pushes his muzzle forward eerily close to Mirestar's with a frown tugging on his face, with a twitch of his lip. "I hope you're not too stressed." He firmly says, before dragging his angular muzzle away from his leader. He lets his head drop to the ground, dark wispy cheek pressed onto the chilled ground with a hum.
The tall split - colored warrior lets himself saunter to the prey pile, bend his head down to snag a pigeon between his ivory fangs. The gentle kiss of the autumn breeze caresses his lanky figure, as he raises his head to carry his meal in his jaws with a huff. A large ear swivels and flicks, before he goes and slinks to his destination for today. Broken sun rays dapple his short coat, and dainty pale paws carry him from across camp to the star - touched form of Mirestar. His pale - touched tail tip sweeps across the ground like a snake in the grass, as he hums out a greeting from around the pigeon he carries between his teeth. "Greetings, my fluffy friend. This is for you." He bows his head towards his crowned listener with respect. He lifts his head up, the veil of his fringe moves letting a gold eye peek from a few streads. Peering down at the fluffy form of his dear friend.
He drops the pigeon in front of the chimera before he himself plops down on his side with a sigh leaving him. Hidden heterochromatic eyes gleam through his fringe, as a sharp smile makes its way onto his face having his eyes narrow through curled strands. "Hm, star - blessed listener... How are you? In you're newly crowned position?" He charming smile curls upon his split - colored lips, as he speaks once more with a hum growing in his pale throat. An ear flicks to the side, while his tail curls around his sharp bony figure. "Not too... stressful perhaps?"
Dropping the smile he had, he let his head tilt to the side like that of a curious fox. A slightly... scary gesture of a curious creature. The moon - touched phantom pushes his muzzle forward eerily close to Mirestar's with a frown tugging on his face, with a twitch of his lip. "I hope you're not too stressed." He firmly says, before dragging his angular muzzle away from his leader. He lets his head drop to the ground, dark wispy cheek pressed onto the chilled ground with a hum.
- ooc. freak alert. @MIRESTAR
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temp batchaser ref.
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( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 36 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
✦ 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
