- Jul 20, 2022
- 160
- 19
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I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS
The days were getting shorter. Cooler, too, if he were honest with himself. As much as he wanted to cling to the warm summer days and all the goodness that had lived within them, on his doorstep now was a drastically cooling autumn where the days were more often cloudier than sunny. It would be the Deputys first time experiencing the cold season as a wild cat and he wasn't entirely sure what to expect beyond the vague tellings of his clanmates; a shortage of prey, frigid cold temperatures, a lack of herbs to treat the sick and injured with, dangerous sickness that could infect every cat in the territory. It all sounded rather bleak to the copper tomcat, sounding far too familiar to a past he had done his best to all but forget.
With the sun slowly beginning to sink low on the horizon, setting the sky ablaze in oranges, golds, and reds, it was easy to see where the Deputy got his namesake from. While he was nowhere near as vibrant, his own copper-gold coat seemed to blaze like fire in the fading light of dusk as he crossed the camp toward the freshkill pile. Physically he'd been recovering well from his fight with the hawk, and while his shoulders and chest bore clean scars from the ordeal, the large tomcat seemed otherwise unhindered in his movements. Emotionally and mentally? Well, he was still recovering. He'd lost his first apprentice after all, and on top of that Inkylotus had chosen to return to their life of wandering the moors, leaving Duskfire the lone bearer of responsibility when it came to Slitherpaw and Dustkit. It was a lot, and it was going to take time for him to settle into this new life.
Green eyes would settle over the pile of prey before him, glad to see it was still mostly full despite the terror of the hawks and the toll they'd been taking on the prey as of late. At least the clan wouldn't be going hungry just yet. Grabbing a fat rabbit from the pile and settling down a few feet away, he decided to do something he didn't do all that often- open an invitation to the clan to join him. And that wasn't because Dusk preferred to be alone. No, the tom just hadn't been raised in a place where you went around socializing with the other cats, and so he hadn't ever had much practice in making friends or noticing social cues. Tonight though? He didn't care. He didn't want to sit in silence with his thoughts.
"Anyone feel like sharing this rabbit with me?" he called as he took a seat, not really caring who it was as long as that someone was willing to act as a distraction for him.
OOC- come eat with Dusk! Just a nice little social thread for the cats to hang out and chat- feel free to grab your own piece of prey and join in as well :)
windclan warrior - male - 20 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat