IM OLD DEUT - 100TH POST

[DOGBITE]

✦ Pride was something Dogbite had come to learn as an adult. It was a vicious and rewarding feeling that could easily make any cat lose their head. Except, for the one-eyed tom it was a rare treat he allowed himself on simple occasions. When Littlepaw made successful catches or his brother told him the progress of his training. How Bobbie and Greeneyes had taken their rightful roles and showered the clan in bright promises. Like the glimmer of amusement in Applefrost's eyes when he managed to humor the stoic she-cat. It was moments such as those that the feeling bloomed bright and gentle within. A soft cascade of varying elation, sadness, realization, and content understanding.

He was proud of those he loved of the cats they had grown to cherish. Lives they had watched come into the world and some they witnessed leave them. Dogbite was proud of the progress Skyclan had shown in the trying moons since his arrival. It was hard to believe it had been over several moons since his arrival and acceptance into the clan. He had experienced the trials and tribulations and conquered them alongside those he cared for. Now he was here resting in his soft nest contemplating what the future held. A fresh start. Slipping from his nest the scruffy feline stepped into the frigid air of early morning.

Few bodies stirred to life outside as he trekked towards the clearing. The sun peered tiredly over the haze of clouds and gray skies. Finding an attractive spot he settled to the frosty earth. Staring intently down at his own chest as the lip of their ratty collar stuck out. Whirls of memories danced seamlessly within their mind kind golden eyes, low two-leg voices, the familiar rattle of silver dens, and the stinging smell of decay. Slowly he raised his paw and wiggled three of his digits into the loop. Pulling lightly and feeling the collar give way with ease. Their good eye widened in understanding and the tabby put forth more effort.

Loudly a 'shhhr-iick' sound bounced out against the dens around him as the dusty accessory fell apart with little resistance. Falling away in a cloud of fibre and strings as it unceremoniously flopped to the earth below. In that moment alone he felt a visceral snap of the connection to his old self. All at once the sound of camp came to life and familiar faces chattered away. Dogbite pulled his gaze away from the disintegrated remains of his past life and took in the world he was present for. They now had friends, family, and even someone to hold dearly to their heart.

A wobbly smile painted itself lovingly on their dappled muzzle as a light chuckle shook his shaggy pelt. Voice barely a whisper as tears welled in the corner of their blue depths. "I did it mom." For a change everything felt just as it should. I found my purpose. Despite the harshness of leafbare and the uncertainties across clan markers. Dogbite knew his place would forever be within the borders of Skyclan.

✦ OOC ✦ INFO

• A small celebratory post for Mr. Dogbite's 100th post!
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  ✧ LH cinnamon tabby w/high white one blue eye
  ✧ child of npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
  ✧ skyclan warrior ; ex-loner ; mentor to littlepaw
  ✧ 31 moons old ; birthday 07/01 ; ages realistically
  ✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
  ✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
  ✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric
  
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[DAWNGLARE]

Dawnglare hasn't the foggiest idea what Dogbite is mumbling about, but when he sees a sliver of green slip loose from the warrior's neck, he thinks, good riddance. Dawnglare was not like some of the others across their clan, detesting twoleg adornments out of seemingly nothing but jealousy, but this— it was nothing more than a symbol of bad luck. Plague's color, wrapped tightly upon his neck. Of course, his eye itself was still a rather unfortunate shade, but perhaps with time, that, too, would change... The forest has done something good, for once, loosening him enough to free him of that bind.

Dawnglare would come to hover a paw atop it, grimacing as if he would fall ill simply from touching it, but someone would need to take care of it. " Are you finished with this? " he asks, not to be mistaken for another one of his requests made to those who still resided at twolegplace. He intended to dispose of it, for the sake of everyone else within the clan.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

• ooc: GO DOG!! they havent interacted much but ive always admired him from afar mwah.
  

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 12.05.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[TWITCHBOLT]

There was talking nearby, voices weaving through the pines- Twitchbolt's startled face poked out of the shadows, flickering with the tiniest twitch of relief when he realised it was simply Dogbite and Dawnglare, crouched over- no, not a snake, but a collar. One of those... contraptions of Twoleg ownership, a mark of pride for some that looked to Twitchbolt like something trying to choke you. Tenderly approaching, he examined the thing as if it was going to whip at his face- but then, attention fell to Dogbite's soft expression, and he let his hackles flatten. A little.

"Bet- bet it was hard, wrenching that off... what do we do with it?" A wondering out-loud, but- maybe not the most sensitive thing to say. Wide eyes met Dogbite's, for a moment. A glimmer within showed, hopefully, that he was quite impressed.

Still, he dared not touch the thing. Twoleg contamination, whether real or not, felt like a horrible prickle under Twitchbolt's fur whenever it happened. It was so present and thorny sometimes that he felt as if he should hurl himslf in the river to get clean again. "Www-well done." A twitch of the head, a quiver upward of the lips. ​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[DOGBITE]

✦ Dawnglare's presence always carried a certain enigmatic quality, like an intricate code waiting to be deciphered. As the ghostly paw approached the abandoned collar, Dogbite blinked, feeling a sense of liberation. "Yeah. I've no use for it anymore." He replied, pushing the item forward gingerly. The red and white tom's intentions remained unclear, but Dogbite felt a newfound ease without the weight of it dangling around his neck. Twitchbolt's arrival added a welcome touch to the moment. "Well, I suppose whatever Dawnglare would like to do with it. Came off with hardly a pull." Amusement danced within their bedraggled features. "When I was younger, I swore it would forever be stuck to me. Silly when said out loud, huh?" They chuckled at the irony of their former struggle against the inanimate object that now lay discarded.

The memories of his younger self battling with its loop, enduring insults like 'kittypet' and 'soft belly'. His mother's teachings had instilled a cool confidence, but the garment had been a persistent reminder pain and struggle. Now, as the fragile fabric finally gave way, Dogbite embraced the freedom it symbolized. It humored him to know he'd never been under the ownership of two-legs or given a soft-nest to lay their head upon but he had worn the telling item of 'pet'. That distant reality was now only flashes of silver, loud metallic clangs, painful jabs, waking up in the alley and the realization of losing his left ear tip. Added insult to injury they'd been branded with a dusty green collar.

As their friend offered kindness, his smile faltered at the pleasant surprise. Gratitude swelled in his chest at the unexpected support. It wasn't often that he sought physical closeness, respecting Twitchbolt's boundaries, but the genuine offer prompted a looping purr. "Thank you. I needed to hear that." They expressed tenderly, a twinkle of sweetness in his blue eyes, as their voice rolled with hearty rumbles. The presence of his clanmates, even with contrasting closeness, filled Dogbite with a profound sense of comfort.

✦ OOC ✦ INFO

• Thank you so much and I adore Dawn <3 <3
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  ✧ LH cinnamon tabby w/high white one blue eye
  ✧ child of npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
  ✧ skyclan warrior ; ex-loner ; mentor to littlepaw
  ✧ 31 moons old ; birthday 07/01 ; ages realistically
  ✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
  ✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
  ✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric
  
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