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Roguesโ perhaps one group worse than clan cats. For all their nasty habits, Clan cats at least kept to themselves, and aggressively so; snapping their teeth at anyone who came within their borders. At least said borders were static, even if their little allowances were not. Rogues, on the other hand, came and went as they pleased, and expected anyone they find to abide by their law, enforced with claws. They were using up his herbs, is what they were doing. Any twolegplace cat to run into such mongrels would be at the mercy of their upwalkers, rather than himself; and upwalkers could do miraculous things, by the thin skin on their paws. " Any self - respecting cat would likely be fine... " Dawnglare muses.
But self - respect was something that many cats lack, is what he's come to learn. What of the Blaise's of the world that may long to be a wildcat? What if they step into the wrong pairs of claws, adventurous on the wrong day. Too far for twolegs to reach them, without himself as a boon... Dawnglare could no longer afford to live past these artificial walls. perhaps someday, he could again, but for now, his presence here is temporary. " But, hm, just in case... " His roots here would always be so. Hard stone foundation; seed sown in the back of his upwalker's yard. He would never so readily erase his beginnings as other SkyClanners might insist he do. Always, always, he is from here. He wonders if he would recognize anybody. if anybody would recognize him. it's been some time, some time... Stars, how long has it been?
" I wonder if I would have known any of themโ the rogues, " he muses, nose scrunched. Whatever in the world would turn a kittypet to such a vile life, he couldn't imagine... No, certainly not, he wouldn't know any one of them. Quickly, he shakes the thought away.
Atop the wall of twoleg - hewn wood, he would perch, patrolmates presumably in tow. His head swings back and forth in an exaggerated gesture, searching for any faces to potentially spread their message too. A white paw raps against wood of a similar hue. "Hell - o! Anyone listening? We have news for you! "
But self - respect was something that many cats lack, is what he's come to learn. What of the Blaise's of the world that may long to be a wildcat? What if they step into the wrong pairs of claws, adventurous on the wrong day. Too far for twolegs to reach them, without himself as a boon... Dawnglare could no longer afford to live past these artificial walls. perhaps someday, he could again, but for now, his presence here is temporary. " But, hm, just in case... " His roots here would always be so. Hard stone foundation; seed sown in the back of his upwalker's yard. He would never so readily erase his beginnings as other SkyClanners might insist he do. Always, always, he is from here. He wonders if he would recognize anybody. if anybody would recognize him. it's been some time, some time... Stars, how long has it been?
" I wonder if I would have known any of themโ the rogues, " he muses, nose scrunched. Whatever in the world would turn a kittypet to such a vile life, he couldn't imagine... No, certainly not, he wouldn't know any one of them. Quickly, he shakes the thought away.
Atop the wall of twoleg - hewn wood, he would perch, patrolmates presumably in tow. His head swings back and forth in an exaggerated gesture, searching for any faces to potentially spread their message too. A white paw raps against wood of a similar hue. "Hell - o! Anyone listening? We have news for you! "
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ooc: " The kittypets and loners in the Twolegplace may not know of the dangers; let's go on a patrol to warn them and maybe gather some information! " He's with @FIGFEATHER and @cocoshine at least! Other SkyClanners are welcome to be tagging along <3
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( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
๐ฉโก๐ช He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
๐ฉโก๐ช Currently 60 moons old as of 1.1.24. Mated to Mallowlark
Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads