- Feb 6, 2023
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For so short a time, Owlear had thought Howlingstar was right. That he would survive this moment– that in the end, his apprentice would return his savior and things would continue as they had. His patient instruction, her desperation to please. Her steady, inexorable growth and the way she would inevitably pin him in battle one of these days. ThunderClan would heal and swell, and he would retire sometime in the moons to follow, as his breaths grew even more exhausted and his limbs began to creak. He would have spent the rest of his time in quiet companionship. Maybe he would look after the kits as the queens went on walks, or slowly work on the wall upkeep when he got too restless to remain still.
He'd lasted longer than he thought, all in all. But treatment of symptoms only goes so far. He has been eating and sleeping poorly. Hazel eyes, once sharp with wisdom and mirth are dull where they stare out into camp. What he sees is...beyond the clans. Fragmented faces and soothing whispers, voices that urge him to relax. Promise him that they are doing what they can. They're looking out for ThunderClan. For all of the clans. They will look out for his apprentice too.
In the early morning hours, there is a StarClan cat pressed to Owlear's side. Whether it's his own feverish imagination or a final kindness from those he had lost in his long life, nobody would really know. But they were there as he drew his final, slowing breaths, and stilled. And they were there to guide him home, once his final trials had passed.
He'd lasted longer than he thought, all in all. But treatment of symptoms only goes so far. He has been eating and sleeping poorly. Hazel eyes, once sharp with wisdom and mirth are dull where they stare out into camp. What he sees is...beyond the clans. Fragmented faces and soothing whispers, voices that urge him to relax. Promise him that they are doing what they can. They're looking out for ThunderClan. For all of the clans. They will look out for his apprentice too.
In the early morning hours, there is a StarClan cat pressed to Owlear's side. Whether it's his own feverish imagination or a final kindness from those he had lost in his long life, nobody would really know. But they were there as he drew his final, slowing breaths, and stilled. And they were there to guide him home, once his final trials had passed.
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──── approximately 90 moons old, yet still youthful.
──── a chocolate tabby with long, thick fur and a broad-shouldered build. despite his age, he is still a strong, imposing tomcat with clear, attentive eyes. though they are a muted hazel, they seem to twinkle with silent wisdom and a warm, deep-seated joy. - "speech"