- Mar 5, 2023
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\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/
The wisps made by his exhales rose up into the cold night air as the occasional flake of snow fluttered down to greet the black tom where he sat in the heart of the camp. Where some would grumble about the growing length of the nights he instead relished it. His eyes had become rather accustomed to the gloom of the tunnels and he found himself distancing away from the daylight, so with the new longer periods of darkness the more he wandered away from the tunnels.So much had come to pass as of late and he couldn't deny that his head was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. At times it was hard to focus on just one, but he did know one thing; he wasn't leaving WindClan. He couldn't help but feel anger over the actions of the rebels, and he wished he could confront his siblings over what had happened. He felt abandoned... left behind. Ever since Vulturemask's death everything had just been wrong, oh so wrong!
As he realised his growing frustration he tried to distance himself from the feelings by walking around the camp to help clear his head. Though as he heard movement nearby he came to pause in his wanderings. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He apologised in a sheepish tone as he lowered his head submissively.
NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
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