- Jul 20, 2022
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I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS
It had taken a few days, but finally Dusk was growing familiar with his new life. Soot still hadn't made him a full warrior of the clan yet, but he suspected she wouldn't be doing that for some time still. Many of the cats were still openly suspicious and curt with him, viewing him as an outsider that had yet to earn their trust, but Dusk was patient. It was one of the few skills he'd been forced to learn over the course of his lifetime, and he was able to stomach the scrutinizing looks and the barked orders that came from them. He knew it was just a test, a means of applying pressure in order to expose his true intentions, but since his intentions were nothing more than to join Windclan he figured it wouldnt be long until they others came to see that. All he had to do was not cause any problems while he was here.
And so Dusk kept his head down.He walked the borders without complaint when he was called on and he neer came back from a hunt until he'd managed to find something, even if it was nothing impressive. He didn't fuss when he was sent to do tasks that would have been better suited for children, and tried to listen carefully during the sparring session he was a part of. The fighting and hunting were things he was bad at- while he lacked experience and had to be given a lot of tips, it was notable that he was quick to listen and modify his techniques according to what he was told, proving to be an intelligent and adaptable tomcat who could pick up on things if given the chance.
It was more finding his place in the social world that had Dusk lingering on the sidelines. He'd spent his entire life either in a cage or locked in a room where half the other cats had been driven to madness through neglect, and it wasn't easy for him to mesh with these windclanners in that sense. It looked easy: he spent his days watching as cats of the clan would get together to share meals and exchange words, grooming each others pelts and inviting each other out on patrols and hunts. All it ever took was one cat going up to another and talking to them, and yet Dusk fellt as if there were some invisible barrier in place that kept him from ever trying it himself. Maybe he should, but who would he even speak to? Inky was the only cat who'd given him an ounce of kindness.
And so Dusk kept his head down.He walked the borders without complaint when he was called on and he neer came back from a hunt until he'd managed to find something, even if it was nothing impressive. He didn't fuss when he was sent to do tasks that would have been better suited for children, and tried to listen carefully during the sparring session he was a part of. The fighting and hunting were things he was bad at- while he lacked experience and had to be given a lot of tips, it was notable that he was quick to listen and modify his techniques according to what he was told, proving to be an intelligent and adaptable tomcat who could pick up on things if given the chance.
It was more finding his place in the social world that had Dusk lingering on the sidelines. He'd spent his entire life either in a cage or locked in a room where half the other cats had been driven to madness through neglect, and it wasn't easy for him to mesh with these windclanners in that sense. It looked easy: he spent his days watching as cats of the clan would get together to share meals and exchange words, grooming each others pelts and inviting each other out on patrols and hunts. All it ever took was one cat going up to another and talking to them, and yet Dusk fellt as if there were some invisible barrier in place that kept him from ever trying it himself. Maybe he should, but who would he even speak to? Inky was the only cat who'd given him an ounce of kindness.
windclan warrior - male - 17 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - bengal