- Sep 20, 2022
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☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
//I was meaning to have this thread up a week or two ago, oops.
It was odd being under the stars each and every night with no bramble weave or barn roof over his head. To be held under StarClan's gaze constantly carried with it an intensity that he wasn't used to. Maybe it was why he found himself unable to sleep that night, or rather he simply had too many worries swirling in his mind that sleep was beyond him at that time. The tom not wishing to disturb the WindClanners decided to shift to the centre of the camp so he could stargaze and groom in peace.
By now his injuries from the final conflict with Sootstar and her followers had begun to scab so he busied himself with picking away the loose tufts of fur and skin in order to tidy up his pelt the best he could. Not that his pelt was particularly pretty these days. So many scars littered his body and his time spent as a loner had only robbed his fur of its former gleam. Though those days as a loner... were they due to end or to continue? Waiting for a final decision had become a source of anxiety for him despite his best efforts to hide it, and with his wounds now near healed and WindClan finding its paws he reckoned that the final decision would come soon.
As he went to tug free another tuft of fur it elicited a yelp of pain. Embarrassment over making a noise in the middle of the night made his ears grow hot as he crouched low. He just hoped that he hadn't disturbed anyone.
//I was meaning to have this thread up a week or two ago, oops.
It was odd being under the stars each and every night with no bramble weave or barn roof over his head. To be held under StarClan's gaze constantly carried with it an intensity that he wasn't used to. Maybe it was why he found himself unable to sleep that night, or rather he simply had too many worries swirling in his mind that sleep was beyond him at that time. The tom not wishing to disturb the WindClanners decided to shift to the centre of the camp so he could stargaze and groom in peace.
By now his injuries from the final conflict with Sootstar and her followers had begun to scab so he busied himself with picking away the loose tufts of fur and skin in order to tidy up his pelt the best he could. Not that his pelt was particularly pretty these days. So many scars littered his body and his time spent as a loner had only robbed his fur of its former gleam. Though those days as a loner... were they due to end or to continue? Waiting for a final decision had become a source of anxiety for him despite his best efforts to hide it, and with his wounds now near healed and WindClan finding its paws he reckoned that the final decision would come soon.
As he went to tug free another tuft of fur it elicited a yelp of pain. Embarrassment over making a noise in the middle of the night made his ears grow hot as he crouched low. He just hoped that he hadn't disturbed anyone.