- Nov 26, 2022
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〔✦〕"Huh?! What did you say?!" The grizzled tom cat barks aloud from his worn nest to whoever is talking. Their voice—whoever it was—was muffled in his hairy and torn ears. His hearing had been worsening since his days as an older warrior ( to no one's surprise; his ears were quite mangled ), so much so that he could barely hear anything above a shout these days.
Slate, miraculously still hanging onto life despite his combative nature, was marred with scars from head to toe. The Maine Coon had traded his bulky muscle for pure fluff, his pelt disheveled and tangled as aching limbs and joint pains prevented him from properly grooming himself. Nearly every day, he'd grumble something to himself about preferring to finally keel over rather than rot away in his nest. If he couldn't defend his own clan anymore then what was the point of being around? Slate was just a clump of fur, kicked to the corner of the elder's den and demoted to a living encyclopedia of old tales and war stories. He hadn't died young, not like he'd expected. Many times he had come close, but it seemed those dead cats above were spiteful dungfaces who were determined to keep him alive.
The old Maine Coon swiped his tongue across his scarred jowls before snapping, "Speak up! My hearin's not what it used to be."
Slate, miraculously still hanging onto life despite his combative nature, was marred with scars from head to toe. The Maine Coon had traded his bulky muscle for pure fluff, his pelt disheveled and tangled as aching limbs and joint pains prevented him from properly grooming himself. Nearly every day, he'd grumble something to himself about preferring to finally keel over rather than rot away in his nest. If he couldn't defend his own clan anymore then what was the point of being around? Slate was just a clump of fur, kicked to the corner of the elder's den and demoted to a living encyclopedia of old tales and war stories. He hadn't died young, not like he'd expected. Many times he had come close, but it seemed those dead cats above were spiteful dungfaces who were determined to keep him alive.
The old Maine Coon swiped his tongue across his scarred jowls before snapping, "Speak up! My hearin's not what it used to be."
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ooc. it's elder time!!! bonus: any current kits/apprentices can jump in as senior warriors c;
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SLATE —— lead warrior of skyclan , mentoring coffeepaw ✦ penned by beatles
✦ cismale / he/him pronouns / 40 moons & ages every 1st
✦ single / bisexual & monogamous / closed to romance
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— hard combat difficulty & weak to agile, quick fighters / will start fights, will kill if necessary
✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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a scarred longhaired maine coon with amber eyes. a large, 20lb tom with thick locks of fur. his chest and underbelly is ruddy from sun exposure. notable scars decorate his face and his ears are both torn with one being folded over.