- Sep 24, 2022
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❝ It's a streak of pale above his head, and Dreamer tumbles to oblivion. He yelps, an undignified a sound as anything could ever be from one so practiced with his voice, and the world becomes one long path of blurred insensibility. Rocks bound towards the clear blue sky, and the grass tickles his tail before his paws. Wind carves through his fur, tangling pale strands to an inconceivable mess. He sucks it in as if it might save him, lungfuls of cruel, razor-edged air– and then he lands. He lands with the world still so far below him that he cannot make sense of it. Swaths of blue with a rocky pathway...he's on his back. The ground that he sees above him is not ground at all, but the wide expanse of open sky. And the rocks he sees, looming just a few short tail-lengths above him...
Dreamer makes a grand mistake: he rights himself. And sucks in another lungful of air. "Hohhhkay," he exhales. The small tom is breathing deeply, as one might have been taught to do when they're in a deep, all-consuming state of panic, but he is not there yet. He doesn't think. Rushing far below him, on this teeny, quite useless ledge...is water. "Okay," the tomcat whispers again. "Okay." His legs have caught a tremble. His back begins to ache with the sudden impact, adrenaline giving way to pain as he takes inventory of his surroundings. At least the loner is not entirely alone– a stick keeps him company on this miserable ledge, as well as a small bundle of leaves growing in the crack that he, quite frankly, does not think will be much help.
"This is not quite the story I imagined coming here for." In some strange effort to distract himself, the silky feline has taken to conversation as he takes one ginger step alongside the ledge. There's a faint slope upwards. If his paws are sure, maybe he would find himself back on even ground? "Or a fitting end to my own," Dreamer tacks on as one paw slips and sends pebbles down the gorge's face. He seems remarkably calm now, at least.
Dreamer makes a grand mistake: he rights himself. And sucks in another lungful of air. "Hohhhkay," he exhales. The small tom is breathing deeply, as one might have been taught to do when they're in a deep, all-consuming state of panic, but he is not there yet. He doesn't think. Rushing far below him, on this teeny, quite useless ledge...is water. "Okay," the tomcat whispers again. "Okay." His legs have caught a tremble. His back begins to ache with the sudden impact, adrenaline giving way to pain as he takes inventory of his surroundings. At least the loner is not entirely alone– a stick keeps him company on this miserable ledge, as well as a small bundle of leaves growing in the crack that he, quite frankly, does not think will be much help.
"This is not quite the story I imagined coming here for." In some strange effort to distract himself, the silky feline has taken to conversation as he takes one ginger step alongside the ledge. There's a faint slope upwards. If his paws are sure, maybe he would find himself back on even ground? "Or a fitting end to my own," Dreamer tacks on as one paw slips and sends pebbles down the gorge's face. He seems remarkably calm now, at least.
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ooc: dreamer, having thought walking very close to the border would be the most unobtrusive way to get through clan territory, has been startled by a hawk and fallen onto a ledge at the very edge of the gorge. though it's not too far down, he is very much stuck. please save him. ^^'
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DREAMER. current loner, warrior name to be decided.
──── uses he - him or they - them, will accept it - its.
──── approximately forty moons old. will join wind.
──── sexuality unknown. flirt, yet he rarely falls in love.
a small, slender cream tabby with silky fur and lightly tufted ears. despite his small stature, his legs are comparatively long and lend him a delicate look. combined with his rather large, silky tail, dreamer seems far more refined than he truly is. as a wandering loner in search of stories, he has built up a fantastic endurance that rarely shows itself. - "speech"
