- Oct 17, 2022
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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————
Up and down and across the forest, nowhere felt right. The pine forest of Skyclan smelled too strong and felt too dry, like thorns constantly threatening to dig into paw pads; the marshes, familiar as they seemed, were too muddy and cold, with a faint smell of carrion that he might have been imagining most of the time but remained nonetheless pervasive.
When it comes down to it, there’s nowhere Snakeblink wants to be more than on Riverclan territory.
He sinks into the water with a faint sigh of relief, eyes narrowing into relaxed slits at the cool press of it rising to his shoulders even as his lungs seize briefly from the cold. Persistent aches he had pushed to the background seem to melt, carried away by the current, while his mind jolts awake from its previously tired, muddled state. He feels lighter, almost weightless, even as his paws dig into the silt and sand and ground him solidly. He hasn’t had time to do this sooner: too much to do with the former colonists and the journeying cats’ return. He hadn’t realized how dearly he had missed the sensation.
It’s good to be home.
A push of his paws send him into deeper water where he paddles into a half-circle, surveying the rushing stream for fish. Hearing pawsteps at his back, he calls out softly without looking back: ”The water is nice, if you would like to join me.”
When it comes down to it, there’s nowhere Snakeblink wants to be more than on Riverclan territory.
He sinks into the water with a faint sigh of relief, eyes narrowing into relaxed slits at the cool press of it rising to his shoulders even as his lungs seize briefly from the cold. Persistent aches he had pushed to the background seem to melt, carried away by the current, while his mind jolts awake from its previously tired, muddled state. He feels lighter, almost weightless, even as his paws dig into the silt and sand and ground him solidly. He hasn’t had time to do this sooner: too much to do with the former colonists and the journeying cats’ return. He hadn’t realized how dearly he had missed the sensation.
It’s good to be home.
A push of his paws send him into deeper water where he paddles into a half-circle, surveying the rushing stream for fish. Hearing pawsteps at his back, he calls out softly without looking back: ”The water is nice, if you would like to join me.”
——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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— Snakeblink • he / him. 46 ☾, riverclan warrior
— a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
— gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo