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*+:。.。 He was a coward.
A fact he'd believed he'd managed to stomach down by now and yet....Shame crawled up and down his spine, pooling sore beneath the scratches over his eyes as he placed each step tentatively through the underbrush. After moons of living in darkness, the killer had grown accustomed to using his ears for everything and his touch for the rest - though he'd never be fast again, and every catch was more a miracle than evidence of his skill, he was getting better. Unfortunately, he wasn't good enough yet to survive on the outskirts of the forest. He could survive on the occasional roadkill only so often when very few animals die on the side of the Thunderpath nowadays.
So, here he was.
Sniffing along and ensuring the scent of Thunderclan remained as far as possible despite his presence within clan-claimed land. Neutral land, mind you, as the overwhelming stench of feline made the four trees lack of singular claim well known...although, was it just him or was Thunderclan's scent still more prevalent? Wrathpaw was sure he was imagining it - desperate longing to reunite with his old home still difficult to shake off despite everything.
Still, he did his best to avoid the border touching Thunderclan, eager to keep away from any confrontation. He just needed something to eat, then he was gone. Hopefully, by now his scent was so saturated by the Thunderpath that his presence here wouldn't be known...although a part of him couldn't help but somehow hope Lovelight or Orangepaw might...The killer shakes his head, burying his nose closer to the grass. No. Food, and get out. If he could just find a mouse or mole hole and wait long enough for the creature to foolishly try and escape...He licked his lips, stomach howling for something to eat.
A fact he'd believed he'd managed to stomach down by now and yet....Shame crawled up and down his spine, pooling sore beneath the scratches over his eyes as he placed each step tentatively through the underbrush. After moons of living in darkness, the killer had grown accustomed to using his ears for everything and his touch for the rest - though he'd never be fast again, and every catch was more a miracle than evidence of his skill, he was getting better. Unfortunately, he wasn't good enough yet to survive on the outskirts of the forest. He could survive on the occasional roadkill only so often when very few animals die on the side of the Thunderpath nowadays.
So, here he was.
Sniffing along and ensuring the scent of Thunderclan remained as far as possible despite his presence within clan-claimed land. Neutral land, mind you, as the overwhelming stench of feline made the four trees lack of singular claim well known...although, was it just him or was Thunderclan's scent still more prevalent? Wrathpaw was sure he was imagining it - desperate longing to reunite with his old home still difficult to shake off despite everything.
Still, he did his best to avoid the border touching Thunderclan, eager to keep away from any confrontation. He just needed something to eat, then he was gone. Hopefully, by now his scent was so saturated by the Thunderpath that his presence here wouldn't be known...although a part of him couldn't help but somehow hope Lovelight or Orangepaw might...The killer shakes his head, burying his nose closer to the grass. No. Food, and get out. If he could just find a mouse or mole hole and wait long enough for the creature to foolishly try and escape...He licked his lips, stomach howling for something to eat.
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♡ Wrathpaw
♡ DMAB— He/Him
♡ 15 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
♡ Brother to Lovelight and Laughblossom
♡ Exiled loner
♡ Formerly mentored by Wildheart
COMBAT:
♡Physically easy | mentally very easy
♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
injuries: Severely scratched, permanently blind , mentally unwell
"SPEECH"