private MY PEACE 𓇻 MOONGLADE

[LICHENTHROAT]

Sights and sounds swirl around him, a cacophony of input his mind does not compute– a feedback loop, which has its only outlet in anxiety. He has been here before, and perhaps that is what bothers him the most. It is not a new world to explore, or a place of comfort to set his mind at ease. It is a well-worn battlefield, and the fight is never-ending. It is only for the sake of those they have lost that he's here now. A lone patrol gone too far out of territory. This is a place where only the daylight warriors typically walk. If he were not so proud, he would have asked one of them to accompany him, but what good would it do? They were the kittypets he refused to be, and it would do them no good to have the rumors circulating that he comes here for a reason, that he would want to stay.

As his paws scuff across the pavement for one leap up towards the branch of a pathetic twoleg-planted tree, a shiver jumps up his spine at the idea. His face aches, his limbs ache; his fur has grown beautifully in the time he has spent in the marshes and the pine forest. Nothing in this world could turn him away from that. Being here was nothing more than a bad memory, a burning sense of wrongness. It would be over soon. Just a little longer in his search.

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• ooc: sorry this is vague trash my brain is not working at all @MOONGLADE
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  ──── lichenthroat, with lichen predating the clans, and -throat referring to his distinct marking. an adult, ages the 1st.
  ──── warrior of skyclan, and previous member of the pine group. dislikes (most) daylight warriors and kittypets on sight.
  ──── dmab. uses he - him or occasionally they - them pronouns. single; his sexuality is unknown and undiscussed.
  ──── i should note that all his opinions are in character. ^^;
  
  
  
  
  
  a tall, deceptively sturdy long-haired tom with soft, curly white fur smattered by deep, watery blue around his chest. he has large, conical, slightly tufted ears, long legs, and a massive feathery tail.
• "speech"

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[MOONGLADE]

Some kittypets he's spoken to believe there is a freedom beyond the fences and twoleg homes, in the mysterious lands of the cats who are their own masters. Moonglade does not believe it. He's seen them sometimes, the self-ruled cats of the forest, and he hasn't been convinced by their —at times— dour appearances, as though facing hardship. It is no paradise they live in, though it is probably safer than Moonglade's reality.

He swallows, the band of his collar tight against his throat.

It will bite him soon, but for now, he is free to roam without staggering with each of the bright pulses. He's not entirely aimless: he goes where he has gone before, and little has changed in the scenery. New flowers in some of the yards, younger barks of puppies in others— and a clan cat treed.

"You're alone," Moonglade observes, gazing up at the paler feline, thick-furred and scarred. He, too, misses an eye. "I thought the cats of the forest travel in groups. Were you separated?"

┕━☽ ooc information ☾━┙

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• MOONGLADE: the bright reflection of moonlight on a body of water; the track of moonlight on water.
  
  transmasc, uses he/him/his pronouns. 45-ish moons old.
  a kittypet. note that some posts will have a cw for abuse.
  a tall, very thick-furred chimera (black/black ticked tabby).
  missing his right eye. wears a shock collar hidden by fur.

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