- Sep 4, 2023
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// small cw for mentions of major depression & the effects of it
Stars, it's been a rough couple of moons. First goes Little Wolf, his last remaining big sister. Then goes two of his baby brothers, Jackdawflight and Berryheart. And then... A nephew, someone he never truly bonded with, but it was Little Wolf's child and it stung all the same. Never close, the uncle and nephew were, but Cobweb knew how much she loved her baby. And thus, after that, Cobweb felt as if he had lost his way, his very place within his clan. Four down, what made him deserving to be one of the ones left? What made him so special? Why him, out of all of them? Should he have been brave as Jackdawflight and Duskbird had during the wolf situation? He shifts in his nest, feeling the all too familiar sting of tears. He'd give anything to have them back, truly...
In his misery, his stomach growls. Ears swivel backwards and like clockwork, he decides hes hungry, and he decides he'll get something to eat.
Thus the silvery-blue tom emerges from the warrior den. He's only been seen on strict duties lately, nothing more than doing his patrols, hunting and coming back home to rot within his nest, grief weighing him down as if a very tree of it grew roots within his heart; but as he steps out in to the sunlight, warmth beating down unto his coat, he begins to feel a little more alive, a little more at home than he had before. He picks his way through the camp on delicate paw steps, sniffing at the fresh-kill pile and eventually picking out a squirrel. Had he caught this earlier this morning? Stars, he can't remember. It all blends together, maybe it was last night? He could've sworn he caught a squirrel...
It doesn't bother him, much, anyways and he quickly goes to pick a spot where the sun shines down. He's quick to take a bite and his appetite sours even quicker, eyes flick up for an escape. Theres a cat returning from patrol thats making his way by him, and in a second he's quick to call out. "You! Would you mind sharing this with me? It's terribly much for me," he throws a dramatic paw on his forehead, finding that the act wasn't as hard as it would have been... yesterday, the day before, the week before, the moon before. Maybe time in the sunlight is doing him good.
Stars, it's been a rough couple of moons. First goes Little Wolf, his last remaining big sister. Then goes two of his baby brothers, Jackdawflight and Berryheart. And then... A nephew, someone he never truly bonded with, but it was Little Wolf's child and it stung all the same. Never close, the uncle and nephew were, but Cobweb knew how much she loved her baby. And thus, after that, Cobweb felt as if he had lost his way, his very place within his clan. Four down, what made him deserving to be one of the ones left? What made him so special? Why him, out of all of them? Should he have been brave as Jackdawflight and Duskbird had during the wolf situation? He shifts in his nest, feeling the all too familiar sting of tears. He'd give anything to have them back, truly...
In his misery, his stomach growls. Ears swivel backwards and like clockwork, he decides hes hungry, and he decides he'll get something to eat.
Thus the silvery-blue tom emerges from the warrior den. He's only been seen on strict duties lately, nothing more than doing his patrols, hunting and coming back home to rot within his nest, grief weighing him down as if a very tree of it grew roots within his heart; but as he steps out in to the sunlight, warmth beating down unto his coat, he begins to feel a little more alive, a little more at home than he had before. He picks his way through the camp on delicate paw steps, sniffing at the fresh-kill pile and eventually picking out a squirrel. Had he caught this earlier this morning? Stars, he can't remember. It all blends together, maybe it was last night? He could've sworn he caught a squirrel...
It doesn't bother him, much, anyways and he quickly goes to pick a spot where the sun shines down. He's quick to take a bite and his appetite sours even quicker, eyes flick up for an escape. Theres a cat returning from patrol thats making his way by him, and in a second he's quick to call out. "You! Would you mind sharing this with me? It's terribly much for me," he throws a dramatic paw on his forehead, finding that the act wasn't as hard as it would have been... yesterday, the day before, the week before, the moon before. Maybe time in the sunlight is doing him good.
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cobweb,, cobwebtail
❥ cis male ,, he/him ,, 44 moons
❥ thunderclan warrior ,, former marsh-grouper
❥ spindly blue & white tabby tom with blue eyes
❥ "speech, 827aab" ,, thoughts
❥ bisexual ,, single
❥ smells like oak trees & an odd mixture of smoke
❥ art by inkcap ,, penned by chuff
