private NEVER SAY DIE 𓆩♡𓆪 M. MOUSER

[DAWNGLARE]

He is surprised that the elder has made it this long. Though for a second – Dawnglare questions if he still lived, with the strange stuttering of his breath. Warriors still full of life and vitality has lived while afflicted for a shorter time than he had. Perhaps there was more time for it to fester before anyone had know it afflicted him. Perhaps they had just been unlucky.

" Mouser. " he knows not whether he should speak softer or louder for old ears. Dawnglare settles over him, pausing once again to ensure that his flank still rose and fall with his breaths. He pushes honey - dolloped lungwort in front of him. For all of this old tom’s troubles – he deserved to have the slide of bitterness sweetened. " This is the cure. "

OOC 𓆩♡𓆪 8.22.2023 𝘚𝘠𝘕𝘖𝘋𝘐𝘊 𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘖𝘍 𝘏𝘐𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎

• OOC: @M. MOUSER

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• ( 𝙒𝙃𝙔'𝘿 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙎𝙊 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂? ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  —— He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  —— Currently 55 moons old. 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.
  

  Currently in an era of questioning; upset and uncomfortable by things he should not be.​

  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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