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I FEEL LIKE AN ASTRONAUT IN THE OCEAN
Quill had always liked the sky.
Maybe it was because his own world was too loud, leaving his ears buzzing with a cacophony of bullshit that made his mind go numb- too numb, sometimes. Maybe he just couldn't stand the ugliness. Whatever it was, the sky always helped him feel calmer. The night sky, in particular, was something the grayscale raven was fond of. Something about it just put him at ease, reminding him that under that endless expanse of darkness they were all insignificant, and maybe that made him feel just a little bit better about himself. Plus, how cool would it have been to just...go there? It was probably quiet and beautiful, everything the earth wasn't. Being alone in the silence, it would have been nice.
Despite night having fallen, Quill wasn't asleep. No, he was laying in his nest with a frown set onto his lips as he found himself faced with a conundrum. He was tired, but there'd been a coolness in the air today that had told all the cats a change in the season was here. The weather would be turning soon and with it would come an unpenetrable wall of gray that would block out the sky until spring. He wouldn't have the chance to slip out of camp and stargaze for months once the cold set in, and he wanted to enjoy the stars while he could. Besides, you could see them so much better out here away from all the light in twoleg place.
With a soft huff he rolled over and got to his feet quietly, stepping out of his nest and slipping out of the apprentices den. He doubted anyone would notice and if they did he couldn't imagine them caring too much beyond the general formality of scolding him for going out alone. After all, it wasn't like he had parents or friends here to care about where he was or what he was doing. Which was honestly fine for Quill. He hated having any kind of authority forced on him, and he much preferred being able to do what he wanted, when he wanted.
And if a small part of him tried to object, bitterly insisting that it might be a nice change to have some give a shit for once, he didn't pay it any mind. The only attention he'd ever been paid was the kind he could have lived without.
As he came to the exit of camp, he didn't wait or look around to see if anyone was watching. He just left, slipping through the exit and letting his paws touch the forest floor.
@FIGPAW @TWITCHPAW
skyclan - male - 8 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders
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