- Jan 3, 2024
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A soft breath left her in the dawn, white fog curling in the air. It's early mornings like these that Antlerbreeze knows to appreciate the thick coat she was given at birth, even if her mother was a despicable cat. Ears twitched softly as the rest of the dawn patrol headed for the Windclan border first, a small yawn leaving her before she hurried her steps to approach with the rest of them. Sleep was still eluding her- but things were getting easier, even if it didn't seem obvious.
For one, bags did not hang beneath amber eyes- she was sleeping in longer, even if when she woke with nightmares they were still violent. Howlingstar's memory was far from dead, no, it shadowed her every footstep and in the breeze that followed her. She moved much like the former great leader, even if the tabby wasn't here for her to continue to shadow. It wasn't long before they approached the Windclan border, and while the others turned and stepped a bit away, Antlerbreeze remained. Her vision lingered on that of the moorland.
Briefly she considered what it was like up there- windy, she was sure. The way the moor's drying grasses swayed and flexed with the wind, the cats there hardened by their constant running. A freedom like that of a bird, maybe? Not locked down to one spot? Antlerbreeze's breath hesitated as she stared into the territory, recognizing a figure she had briefly seen at gatherings. A frame taller and more muscular then her own and- why couldn't she breathe easy? Distinct orange and black approached, and she held her breath for what was said.
For one, bags did not hang beneath amber eyes- she was sleeping in longer, even if when she woke with nightmares they were still violent. Howlingstar's memory was far from dead, no, it shadowed her every footstep and in the breeze that followed her. She moved much like the former great leader, even if the tabby wasn't here for her to continue to shadow. It wasn't long before they approached the Windclan border, and while the others turned and stepped a bit away, Antlerbreeze remained. Her vision lingered on that of the moorland.
Briefly she considered what it was like up there- windy, she was sure. The way the moor's drying grasses swayed and flexed with the wind, the cats there hardened by their constant running. A freedom like that of a bird, maybe? Not locked down to one spot? Antlerbreeze's breath hesitated as she stared into the territory, recognizing a figure she had briefly seen at gatherings. A frame taller and more muscular then her own and- why couldn't she breathe easy? Distinct orange and black approached, and she held her breath for what was said.
┌── MY NATURAL REACTION
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IS THAT WERE SCARED ──┐
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ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons.
⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
⭃ previously mentored byhowlingstar/ / mentoring no one
⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.