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The glow of the sun is mocking, like the heavens itself parting just to shine a pitying light upon him, when he dredges his way from his burrow. What was his burrow would now be Fireflypaw's, for a few days time, and he is certain that none of his clanmates would abhor it. Why should he be glum if SkyClan would not be the same? AThe sun's smile is twisting, past that visage it wears. Past the fire and the flame is one shining star, not lone in its glow, but it wished to see Dawnglare precisely that way. He detests it, disputes it!— Or rather, he does just the opposite. He does nothing, in the face of reality. He does not care. It would make Him the angriest, knowing that Dawnglare does not care, and so his smile is blinding, his eyes bright.
An intentional click of joints comes as he situates himself between camps centre and its entrance, freeing himself of any tension, for he did not care what any cat thought of him. Aggravatingly, the sun's gaze brightens beyond only himself, when Fireflypaw emerges the den. It stretches over them all now, highlighting the faces that bustled around camp, uncaring of whatever it was poor old Dawnglare was doing. They ate and and they laid, hummed and they played. Soonish or laterish, a dawn patrol would return, and soonish or laterish, a dusk patrol would go out. Their silly little borders— they ought to be more curious about which he would be stepping over. They ought to show more care. They ought to shine an eye upon him, who'd kept them all alive for all this time. How many of them would be in the ground, right now. A blue gaze flits around. One, two— the closer Fireflypaw and Orangestar draw— three and four— the less need there is for him to linger. For him to dally. There comes a twitch in his face.
Five, six... He's ready to go. He's been ready to go. He's said goodbye to those who matter, there need be no further delay.
But oh, the wearer of the star. She has other thoughts on the matter. She always had such a mouth on her, and just because she could die more than once, they all ought to care. Nevermind him, though. No, nevermind. Seven, eight, nine...
" I'm leaving! " he announces, and he is loud and proud and positively bristling with glee. " For the grand oak forest, Isn't that lovely? Our ffff-avorite Clan! " Nearly spat. But in a cheery way, all the same, aha. His gaze would bore into the pits of any soul that dares glimpse him. He just wants to see what they think, is all. Even though the answer was always too little. He almost adds, forever! Just for the sake of it. Just to see what they'd think. But these cats with him were no fun. No fun at all. Wasn't his life a miserable one? An unsheathed claw idly taps at the floor.
An intentional click of joints comes as he situates himself between camps centre and its entrance, freeing himself of any tension, for he did not care what any cat thought of him. Aggravatingly, the sun's gaze brightens beyond only himself, when Fireflypaw emerges the den. It stretches over them all now, highlighting the faces that bustled around camp, uncaring of whatever it was poor old Dawnglare was doing. They ate and and they laid, hummed and they played. Soonish or laterish, a dawn patrol would return, and soonish or laterish, a dusk patrol would go out. Their silly little borders— they ought to be more curious about which he would be stepping over. They ought to show more care. They ought to shine an eye upon him, who'd kept them all alive for all this time. How many of them would be in the ground, right now. A blue gaze flits around. One, two— the closer Fireflypaw and Orangestar draw— three and four— the less need there is for him to linger. For him to dally. There comes a twitch in his face.
Five, six... He's ready to go. He's been ready to go. He's said goodbye to those who matter, there need be no further delay.
But oh, the wearer of the star. She has other thoughts on the matter. She always had such a mouth on her, and just because she could die more than once, they all ought to care. Nevermind him, though. No, nevermind. Seven, eight, nine...
" I'm leaving! " he announces, and he is loud and proud and positively bristling with glee. " For the grand oak forest, Isn't that lovely? Our ffff-avorite Clan! " Nearly spat. But in a cheery way, all the same, aha. His gaze would bore into the pits of any soul that dares glimpse him. He just wants to see what they think, is all. Even though the answer was always too little. He almost adds, forever! Just for the sake of it. Just to see what they'd think. But these cats with him were no fun. No fun at all. Wasn't his life a miserable one? An unsheathed claw idly taps at the floor.
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ooc: wibbly wobbly timey wimey note! This takes place a little bit before the eclipse, it was hard to get this out sooner due to irl! Hope you don't mind <3 @Fireflypaw & @Orangestar will be going with him to the border :)
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