- Oct 19, 2022
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Nighttime was far from SkyClan's domain, yet Grizzlyridge finds himself bound to it nonetheless. Something about the silence calls to him– maybe it's the loneliness of it all that reminds him of nights stretched out in the plush comfort of home. His twolegs breathing, steady in-and-out; the quiet whir of their wind-maker in the stillness of their shared den. His pawprints had left divots on their bedding as he checked in on them throughout the night. It was peaceful– it still is, in his memories. The time he had spent with them is a quiet place to sit. It is a nest made just to his shape, with all of his favorite scents. It is home, even with the grand distance between them now.
It has only been a few short paw-steps of the moon since most of his clanmates had returned to their dens. Whether or not they were in camp or with their twolegs, only a few lonely souls seem to linger as Grizzlyridge blinks at the dark sky. Jealousy rises, bitter, up the back of his throat, but he swallows down the sudden dryness. It seems a struggle, night after night– I miss them, I want to go home; I am home, this is it.. There was no imagining another life, without these cats and the bonds that he has forged. Since Rain's leadership, he has done all that he could to stick with those that had earned his heart those few moons ago. It wouldn't do any good to regret the turn his life had taken if this is where it led.
With a low sigh, the seal point turns his eyes from the treetops and across part of camp. The water that babbles past the elders' den soothes his worn paws as he steps into it, and his dry throat when he ducks his head to drink. Perhaps he should make something of the night, if he was so intent on wasting it. A hunting party? A late patrol? They were not creatures of the night; he doubts they would find anything of note. Perhaps he was safe, then, to simply linger and enjoy the memories that come. With a flick of his paws in shallow water, he tosses a small pebble to the air so it can splash back down with a raucous clatter. That, he thinks, is something he misses greatly about his twolegs: they had always laughed at his obsession with gravity, or with defying it. Now there is only him and this pebble.
So he does it again, and again. One more time.
It has only been a few short paw-steps of the moon since most of his clanmates had returned to their dens. Whether or not they were in camp or with their twolegs, only a few lonely souls seem to linger as Grizzlyridge blinks at the dark sky. Jealousy rises, bitter, up the back of his throat, but he swallows down the sudden dryness. It seems a struggle, night after night– I miss them, I want to go home; I am home, this is it.. There was no imagining another life, without these cats and the bonds that he has forged. Since Rain's leadership, he has done all that he could to stick with those that had earned his heart those few moons ago. It wouldn't do any good to regret the turn his life had taken if this is where it led.
With a low sigh, the seal point turns his eyes from the treetops and across part of camp. The water that babbles past the elders' den soothes his worn paws as he steps into it, and his dry throat when he ducks his head to drink. Perhaps he should make something of the night, if he was so intent on wasting it. A hunting party? A late patrol? They were not creatures of the night; he doubts they would find anything of note. Perhaps he was safe, then, to simply linger and enjoy the memories that come. With a flick of his paws in shallow water, he tosses a small pebble to the air so it can splash back down with a raucous clatter. That, he thinks, is something he misses greatly about his twolegs: they had always laughed at his obsession with gravity, or with defying it. Now there is only him and this pebble.
So he does it again, and again. One more time.
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GRIZZLYRIDGE. world-weary warrior of skyclan.
──── uses he - him - his, may accept they - them - theirs.
──── about four years old. a former pine group member.
──── homoromantic homosexual, but this may develop.
a large, broad-shouldered highlander cat with lightly tufted curled ears and large paws made larger by extra toes. a solid seal point with only a small white marking on his muzzle and deep blue eyes. - "speech"
