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Wisteriaflame.
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So I walk alone down the darkest roads
Rain droplets rolled off the young tom's whiskers as his blue gaze looked downwards coolly at the ground below him, shoulders rolled backward in a relaxed state. At the same time, the tip of his tail twitched calmly, a tired look glittering in his eyes as they looked slightly up watching those who walk past him minding their business. Another day, all that it was, nothing special of course why else would one else find themselves just watching others? Yet, while he watched the others, he had a sense of wanting to look down on them, and perhaps it was how he was raised by his own mother, while his only father loved another that was not him nor his own mother but his younger sibling, half-siblings all they were, and yet the only reason he didn't gain the same traction from his father was his mother's blood being tainted with kitty-pets blood.
Shameful, one supposed but, Wisteriaflame still kept his head held up, and not allowed the inferiority of his own mother's lifestyle to bring him down. He had been raised as a shadowclan kit and worked hard to become a warrior of this clan, so he dared not allowed the taint of his mother's own past to get the best of him. With a sigh the tom would get onto his paws as ears ticked forward finding a couple of others relaxing and taking up some chatter, deciding to join them. A warm smile splaying onto his maw filled with greetings of false bliss webbed its way onto his face like a mask, a part to play. "How are you two this fine morning?" his voice warm and songful with his dark sonorous voice.
"Shame that the downpour had yet to lift, perhaps when the sun comes out we could go hunting? Prey will be more sprightly once it passes" he said calmly while curling his tail around his dark paws, waiting to hear the response of the two that he approached in conversation with, pushing aside his own thoughts from earlier. Another day of filling one's own paws with duties and work, might as well offer others to join in.
Shameful, one supposed but, Wisteriaflame still kept his head held up, and not allowed the inferiority of his own mother's lifestyle to bring him down. He had been raised as a shadowclan kit and worked hard to become a warrior of this clan, so he dared not allowed the taint of his mother's own past to get the best of him. With a sigh the tom would get onto his paws as ears ticked forward finding a couple of others relaxing and taking up some chatter, deciding to join them. A warm smile splaying onto his maw filled with greetings of false bliss webbed its way onto his face like a mask, a part to play. "How are you two this fine morning?" his voice warm and songful with his dark sonorous voice.
"Shame that the downpour had yet to lift, perhaps when the sun comes out we could go hunting? Prey will be more sprightly once it passes" he said calmly while curling his tail around his dark paws, waiting to hear the response of the two that he approached in conversation with, pushing aside his own thoughts from earlier. Another day of filling one's own paws with duties and work, might as well offer others to join in.
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