- Nov 8, 2022
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Wasprattle would be found by the riverbank, where RiverClan territory melds into unfamiliar wilds beyond. It is where he had come from, and perhaps, again where he should go.
He has made himself the stranger that he had never wanted to be. He yearned for something different, even— as that is all that he ever has been. Keen observer on the edge of many a territory. At times he was welcome, at times he was not, but it had never been his. No place had been his own to settle down in; to weave a nest that he may one day share with a mate and kits. His brother had managed that much, while he had only been left to sit and wonder. That made up most of all he did, after all.
That same brother had been the one to let him in. To extend to him: friends, family, new beginnings, and the last kind of them all.
Now that same brother is gone, and this house is hardly a home.
All that wondering has left him with acquaintances and little else, it seems. With paws that may wade in water, but have little desire to do so. Stranger, staring across the heads that were his clanmates; faces that were his kin. Nieces and nephews. He’d prefer to think that they would always have each other, even if they lost their father. Even if they lost him.
A rustling behind him betrays presence brought anew. Of all the things that he was, he would never seek to be rude, despite what this was. Perhaps this was the worst of faces, to see as he ponders himself in the river’s reflection. Or perhaps, this was no ordeal to him at all. Head turned sideward, Wasprattle nods his head in greeting all the same, a long, sloped nose dipping in respect.
" Pardon me. " He feels the need to apologize, even if the tomcat may not know whatever for. Then his gaze is back to the rushing water, and to the lands beyond.
He has made himself the stranger that he had never wanted to be. He yearned for something different, even— as that is all that he ever has been. Keen observer on the edge of many a territory. At times he was welcome, at times he was not, but it had never been his. No place had been his own to settle down in; to weave a nest that he may one day share with a mate and kits. His brother had managed that much, while he had only been left to sit and wonder. That made up most of all he did, after all.
That same brother had been the one to let him in. To extend to him: friends, family, new beginnings, and the last kind of them all.
Now that same brother is gone, and this house is hardly a home.
All that wondering has left him with acquaintances and little else, it seems. With paws that may wade in water, but have little desire to do so. Stranger, staring across the heads that were his clanmates; faces that were his kin. Nieces and nephews. He’d prefer to think that they would always have each other, even if they lost their father. Even if they lost him.
A rustling behind him betrays presence brought anew. Of all the things that he was, he would never seek to be rude, despite what this was. Perhaps this was the worst of faces, to see as he ponders himself in the river’s reflection. Or perhaps, this was no ordeal to him at all. Head turned sideward, Wasprattle nods his head in greeting all the same, a long, sloped nose dipping in respect.
" Pardon me. " He feels the need to apologize, even if the tomcat may not know whatever for. Then his gaze is back to the rushing water, and to the lands beyond.
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ooc: @SMOKESTAR
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[ PAY MORE FOR OLD ADVICE ] WASPRATTLE: RiverClan Warrior ; Brother to
Cicadastar
& He / him , fine with they / them pronouns as well.
& 52 moons old as of 12.27.2023 ; ages every 1st
a strikingly tall tabby tom striped shades of warm amber and brown. dons a four - pointed star on his forehead as well as a white tail - tip and golden eyes. typically wears a too - intense stare that is not telling of his nature. despite his outward appearance, he tends to make himself quite small. particularly interested in the experience of living.