private HEY YOU, OUT THERE IN THE COLD — whitedawn

[SNAKEHISS]

Long legs plant themselves at the very edge of camp, the snowy hills illuminated by the pale moonlight as the tom stared out across the land wistfully. Only the sound of the frigid wind made its presence known, along with the occasional snore of a slumbering clanmate. Snakehiss seemed to be the only cat awake at the moment, having risen from his nest and quietly woven around the others so as not to rouse them. He had always been a skillful stalker, light on his paws even in leafbare.

Nothing is stopping Snakehiss from bolting out onto the moors now, making way for loner lands and never turning back. Part of him wanted to leave, to not be a prisoner in his own home. To not live under the scathing eye of Sunstar, who could and would watch every move he made for any signs of weakness. To not have every cat glance in his direction with disgust and shame.

But how? How would he be able to leave the only territory he had ever called home? The territory that his family had dwelled in for generations before? Snakehiss' chest tightened at the very contemplation. Cats who had escaped WindClan under Sootstar's rule were often called cowards and traitors for their actions but, admittedly, what they did was also brave. If Snakehiss were to leave now... where would he go? How would he survive? The idea of running into barbaric rogues, drooling hounds, and cruel twolegs made Snakehiss' chest well with anxiety. Never seeing Sparkspirit again gave him anxiety. Nobody else gave a damn about him.

He was trapped.

Facing the breezy moonlit moors, Snakehiss stares out into nothingness, hot tears quickly spilling down his dark-furred cheeks. He slowly bowed his head, squeezing his eyes shut and stifling a few sobs; pathetic, broken.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨

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  ₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾
  snakehiss
  

  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
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[whitedawn]

Whitedawn had always been more active at night, feeling at ease during the night when the sun was asleep. Even as the majority of the clan went down to slumber until the sky rose, she was awake and lost in her thoughts. Until at least, a shadowed figure slinked past in the corner of her eye. Quiet on her paws almost like a ghost, the ivory feline followed her dark-furred clanmate, watching silently from a minor distance as recognition crossed her gaze. Snakehiss.
When it came to her kin, Whitedawn always had complicated emotions about them. With Greyhawk, she finally saw little reason to continue to seek the older molly's approval. She hadn't even been close with Shadowsight or Rosepool. But Snakehiss was a complicated situation. She didn't like him would've been a simple way to explain it. And yet, she wasn't even sure if that was truly the case. It was a fact that when she stayed behind to convince some cats to leave Sootstar, he wasn't on her mind. She considered it very briefly when Cottonpaw and him were together, for Cottonpaw's benefit. But that thought dwindled swiftly when they split up. And yet, here her kin remained, having changed sides in the last moment. In some ways, she knew her clanmates compared him to Bluefrost, but it was one that was wrong in her opinion. Bluefrost was raised similar to Addervenom and Harrierstripe, and the rest of their siblings, to seek Sootstar's approval. For all her life, she knew Snakehiss followed his father and sought his approval. But during everything? When Shadowsight clearly abandoned him? She didn't understand his reasoning, and frankly, hadn't really tried to.
She lingered like a star-sent spirit, observing him as his expression turned distraught, stifled sobs reaching her ears. Pink hues glanced back towards camp, as she contemplated saying anything at all. The last time she tried to provide him condolences, he had snapped at her and called her a curse for surviving. And even now this situation felt even a bit similar. And yet...
"You shouldn't be out here by yourself." She spoke up, her quiet tone filling the cold silence of the night in a manner that made it feel loud. She wasn't even looking at him, her gaze focused up at the stars as she sat a fair distance away from him. Perhaps she was risking a lot in this moment, to try and converse with him after the last time they spoke one on one, but the idea of not even trying? That felt like the wrong option too. ​

[I'M BREATHING]​