- Jan 9, 2024
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Blinding gold - white sun rays threaded through his wispy curled coat. Often lurking in the shadows, blending into the background avoiding the spotlight as the very touch of the golden light. The clouds clustered together and drifting along in the sky, with the winds blowing a breeze and the air becoming... humid within a mile. He lets a grimace twist on his maw upon a half - split colored face.
Stretching long-limbs in front of him in the mud - slickened earth, letting pale knuckled toes stretch as he lets out a yawn from his maw. Mouth shutting with a click, he lets his bony figure raise up to a taller height. The bicolored phantom's usual curtain of comfort, sway slowly with his sudden movement. A sigh escapes black lips, he looks around camp examining the idle duties of other felines with a slow lashing of his whiplike tail. It's a pleasant day out. What should he even do? Go on a solo hunt? Give the tired queen's and slowly decaying elders fresh moss? Eh... He lets a snort leave his nostrils, as he turns his lanky form away from his random resting spot.
He found his pawsteps languidly take him over to the prey pile. A strange thing to drift over to, when he isn't so hungry. But, oh well... He lets his head lean down to snatch a large lizard (by his standards) by its tail between pearly teeth. He craned his head up, ears perked forward as he wanders his gaze which clanmate he could share it with.
Eyes narrowed in thought as he figures out which cat he could possibly rope into chatting. Even though he dislikes starting conversations towards others. Someone is probably hungry– his bicolored tail lifted just slightly as he spotted a pale pelt of one of the newer warriors: Snowlark. Ah. Batchaser hasn't interacted much with the younger warrior, only with passing conversations when the other was an apprentice. He tilted his head, leaning to one side as he stared at the Shadowclanner. He decided. Dark bicolored - split limbs takes him to the longhaired sepia with a twitch of a smile on his lips. "Greetings..." Voice rasps out, still drowned heavily with sleep. Hidden eyes flick down to blink down at his clanmate with a slow sway of his tail. He drops the creature on the ground, allowing a smile to grace his features. "Share with me?" What a way to enter a conversation. He gestures to the lizard in front of his once pale paws.
Stretching long-limbs in front of him in the mud - slickened earth, letting pale knuckled toes stretch as he lets out a yawn from his maw. Mouth shutting with a click, he lets his bony figure raise up to a taller height. The bicolored phantom's usual curtain of comfort, sway slowly with his sudden movement. A sigh escapes black lips, he looks around camp examining the idle duties of other felines with a slow lashing of his whiplike tail. It's a pleasant day out. What should he even do? Go on a solo hunt? Give the tired queen's and slowly decaying elders fresh moss? Eh... He lets a snort leave his nostrils, as he turns his lanky form away from his random resting spot.
He found his pawsteps languidly take him over to the prey pile. A strange thing to drift over to, when he isn't so hungry. But, oh well... He lets his head lean down to snatch a large lizard (by his standards) by its tail between pearly teeth. He craned his head up, ears perked forward as he wanders his gaze which clanmate he could share it with.
Eyes narrowed in thought as he figures out which cat he could possibly rope into chatting. Even though he dislikes starting conversations towards others. Someone is probably hungry– his bicolored tail lifted just slightly as he spotted a pale pelt of one of the newer warriors: Snowlark. Ah. Batchaser hasn't interacted much with the younger warrior, only with passing conversations when the other was an apprentice. He tilted his head, leaning to one side as he stared at the Shadowclanner. He decided. Dark bicolored - split limbs takes him to the longhaired sepia with a twitch of a smile on his lips. "Greetings..." Voice rasps out, still drowned heavily with sleep. Hidden eyes flick down to blink down at his clanmate with a slow sway of his tail. He drops the creature on the ground, allowing a smile to grace his features. "Share with me?" What a way to enter a conversation. He gestures to the lizard in front of his once pale paws.
- ooc. please wait for @Snowlark. to post !
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( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
― cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms.
⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 34 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
✦ 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
