private right now i'm shameless // slate

[Periwinklebreeze.]

I'M NO BURDEN - NOT SO WORTHLESS
BENT SO MUCH THAT I JUST MIGHT BREAK ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 15 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ he/they ❀ windclan moor runner​

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Peri isn't quite sure how he finds himself in such a situation, walking through the woods with Slate. it's a strange pairing - a skyclanner, and a windclanner. A moon ago, such a thing would be unthinkable, even for him - bitterness and regret boiling in his blood. But now, as clan-scent fades, mingles into something more, so do his feelings.

Honestly, he's pretty sure the grey furred figure before him finds him a nuisance at best - but really, peri can't help but be amused. Every quip that leaves his lips, dragging the moorland queen through the mud and muc, dirtying her image - he adores it. If only he could be so brave. But no - blue eyes always dart away, teeth grit to contain laughter, daisy-strewn tail flicking up to hide the smiles he cannot contain.

He hates her - more than firefang, more than smogmaw. More than the stars that shine overhead, mocking him with their visions and curses, always twinkling even as they take and take and take. Perhaps... perhaps skyclan is not as bad as he'd thought - perhaps dandy had been right, those moons ago, that the snow-battle and the herbs had not been their fault. The realization stings painfully, and he cannot help but wonder what may have been had he, too, fled alongside his friend.

Well - if he had, he supposes he wouldn't have been on this journey at all. Soot-stained paws move in silence as they wander, patiently waiting. He does not know what to say, really - would his words even be welcome?

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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T H E ━ Q U E S T I O N S ━ T H A T ━ K E E P ━ M E ━ A W A K E

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// @SLATE

 

[SLATE]

Slate would have never envisioned himself hunting alone with a WindClanner either. Yet, he walks side by side with one — he is only slightly tense, knowing never fully to turn his back on a moor rat.

The lead warrior rants about Sootstar now, most likely because Slate had asked Periwinklebreeze to remind him what clan he hailed from. What would Periwinklebreeze do, attack him? Slate wasn't scared of the smaller tom, and even then, judging by his demeanor it didn't seem that he would do such a thing. Half-lidded stare focused ahead, he grumbled, "It's too bad that no one's overthrown that giant fox turd yet. A kit would make a more competent leader than Sootstar." The woman just kept getting her clan into deeper waters out of her own selfishness! It was truly a wonder that the other four clans hadn't teamed together to launch a full-out attack on WindClan yet, or at least the leader herself.

The WindClan warrior tries but ultimately fails to mask his amusement. Slate catches the snickering of Periwinklebreeze out of the corner of his eye, and his blocky head tilts in the other's direction. "What's so funny?"

✰ INFO

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  ✰ SLATE
  —— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan; former rogue
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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