- Jul 28, 2023
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you're like snow , beautiful but cold .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
The willowy tom scoured the ground in search of ground prey, icy optics narrowed, offering a quiet tch as he paused. Perhaps. He hummed, the tone rumbling deep within his chest to stare at the towering pines, expression deadpan. He might have better luck up within the trees.
With that, Jaggedstorm twitched, slithering up the tree with ease, plumed tail flickering where white paws stood, balancing easily on the low-hanging branch. Icy optics peered down, expression thoughtful.
“...”
Jaggedstorm was not, but stubborn, watching with calculative orbs in search of precious fruits for his mate stuck in camp, but otherwise enjoying himself now that the silvery tom appeared some moons ago. It had been rocky. Something that the tom could never take back. Oh. How he wished to take away his mate’s suffering, but he did not have that power, no matter how badly he wanted to take that sorrowful expression away.
He sighed, padding along the thick of the branch like a wandering ghost, paw steps light, plumed tail raised high over his shoulders like he belonged up within the trees long before he ever agreed to join SkyClan. It had been trying, but Jaggedstorm was determined to prove his worth, especially with the new law coming into play not long after they joined.
He paused, mind supplying Yukio’s skittish frame tucked against Lostmoon’s dark hide. His expression darkened, annoyance dancing across icy features before vanishing like gentians. Idiot. He had not been there when it happened, but Yukio was nothing but an idiot, a stain on their reputation, but family. He was loveable as he was mouse-brained, but even love could only stretch so far. Things will only be rocky from here on out. He wondered if Yukio would finally brave the world instead of hiding behind his mate. A coward with too big of a heart. Lostmoon was similar, but Yukio lacked intelligence, something Lostmoon excelled in, stronger and so so brave.
He rumbled, pushing forward on long, stripped legs, icy orbs watching the ground from above until he spotted what he’d been looking for. “Mhm.” He eased down, muscles coiling, letting memory take over until calloused paw pads pressed against earthy terrain, standing lengths away from a blackberry bush. “There you are.” His tone was deadpan, even more than his father-in-law, reaching out to pluck at edible berries, careful of the thorns that grazed the supple flesh of his forearms.
With that, Jaggedstorm twitched, slithering up the tree with ease, plumed tail flickering where white paws stood, balancing easily on the low-hanging branch. Icy optics peered down, expression thoughtful.
“...”
Jaggedstorm was not, but stubborn, watching with calculative orbs in search of precious fruits for his mate stuck in camp, but otherwise enjoying himself now that the silvery tom appeared some moons ago. It had been rocky. Something that the tom could never take back. Oh. How he wished to take away his mate’s suffering, but he did not have that power, no matter how badly he wanted to take that sorrowful expression away.
He sighed, padding along the thick of the branch like a wandering ghost, paw steps light, plumed tail raised high over his shoulders like he belonged up within the trees long before he ever agreed to join SkyClan. It had been trying, but Jaggedstorm was determined to prove his worth, especially with the new law coming into play not long after they joined.
He paused, mind supplying Yukio’s skittish frame tucked against Lostmoon’s dark hide. His expression darkened, annoyance dancing across icy features before vanishing like gentians. Idiot. He had not been there when it happened, but Yukio was nothing but an idiot, a stain on their reputation, but family. He was loveable as he was mouse-brained, but even love could only stretch so far. Things will only be rocky from here on out. He wondered if Yukio would finally brave the world instead of hiding behind his mate. A coward with too big of a heart. Lostmoon was similar, but Yukio lacked intelligence, something Lostmoon excelled in, stronger and so so brave.
He rumbled, pushing forward on long, stripped legs, icy orbs watching the ground from above until he spotted what he’d been looking for. “Mhm.” He eased down, muscles coiling, letting memory take over until calloused paw pads pressed against earthy terrain, standing lengths away from a blackberry bush. “There you are.” His tone was deadpan, even more than his father-in-law, reaching out to pluck at edible berries, careful of the thorns that grazed the supple flesh of his forearms.
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