camp THE SKY IS MINE[gift for dawn]

[t-rex kaboom]

-ˋˏ ༻✹༺ ˎˊ- Raised as a single, lone house cat for the past thirty-plus moons was more than lonely. There'd been other house cats - or maybe he was also supposed to call them kittypets now - that would chat with him from time to time and he adored and chomped up every one of those conversations for sure! It was just lustrous¹. Only getting to see them whenever he'd get out of the house and only if they were also outside. Talking about whatever they saw on the box with the tiny twolegs or whatever new food they'd gotten to try.

He'd never really yondered² for anything before stumbling, literally, across Skyclan's border. Now maybe-maybe, he could say with confidence that he actually wanted something. Eh, whatever that was though, wasn't super clear. But he sure was having a grand old time bopping around the territory with his new clanmates!

However, it was hard to enjoy something when he barely knew how to get back to it.

Scrap of fabric clutched tightly between teeth, fluffy eyebrows furrowed as he tried remembering which direction the hole in the fence was. (Maybe that brat would come back and chase him back in the right direction again.) Oh, nope! There it was.

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"Hahahey! I ma-oH!" His muffled whooping and hollering was cut off as his paw skidded across snow made slushy from his clanmates' traffic over it. Sliding into the entrance of camp, his head craned upward, careful to keep the fabric in his mouth dry-ish aside from the spit he was for sure getting on it. Landing on his ass-end with a loud laugh he trilled out, "Dawnglare! Where's Dawnglare?" Eyes narrowed with a smile scanned camp. "Ya'll know 'em, the Medium³ Cat. Always starin' at stuff with 'em big ol' eyes 'n what not 'n sayin' goofy stuff. Got somethin' for 'im!"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── CALIFORNIA GIRLS ⋅✹⋅ WE'RE UNFORGETTABLE ──┐‎

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  lustrous¹: lackluster
  yondered²: yearned
  medium³: medicine
  
  summary: only the last paragraph matters where rex is just slipping into camp and yelling because he's annoying as hell B)
  
  @DAWNGLARE but ya'll don't gotta wait 4 them 2 post
  

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  TYRANNOSAURUS REX KABOOM ✩ he/him/his, daylight warrior of skyclan, 37 moons / ages on the 1st.
  ⭃ large dark red-orange tabby with low-mid white markings. big empty-headed blue eyes. wears an american flag bandanna. talkative, annoying and straight up stupid as hell but he means well.
  ⭃ frequently uses words wrong in posts, correct word will be included in ooc section
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ will avoid battles for the time being
  ⭃ penned by reaver ↛ @reavurse on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BLAZESTAR]

“Rex? Is everything alright?” Blazestar looks up from where he’d been dismantling a sparrow, feathers plastered to his whiskers. He lifts a paw to brush them away, blue eyes wide with alarm as the daylight warrior enters bellowing in muffled tones. There’s something clamped in his mouth—and his tail is high, his paws skidding to a halt into the center of camp after a rushing charge. Dawnglare, where’s Dawnglare, the red-pelted kittypet cries. Blazestar’s expression is disarmed, and he has to suppress a chuckle, knowing how well the medicine cat would receive such a… greeting.

“Welcome back. That’s a nice gift,” he comments, brow furrowing. “Did you take that from your housefolk?” It’s a bit of Twoleg pelt, but he can’t identify from what T-Rex would have taken it from. In any case, he knows the medicine cat does have an affinity for soft things, and certainly no aversion to things stolen or lifted from Twolegs. Blazestar purrs. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate… whatever it is.”

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[DAWNGLARE]

Loud. That is how he would describe it, the entrance made with all the grace of a dog with it's head cut off. Perhaps one with nubs for paws, as well. It's only natural that Dnawglare looks, when such a ruckus is made. Ruckus typically meant chaos. Chaos typically meant— injury. Stench of blood, ichor staining surfaces, making well - groomed pelts into a shell of their former selves, matted by wear and tear. Dawnglare peeks from his den. He see's him, bright red specimen with the regrettable name but lovely adornments. Perched like a bird. A bird with talons made for snow - sliding. And he wants him of all cats. Was it so he could fix his four left feet? It's out of the realm of his ability, godly as he may be...

He sees Blazestar, face furrowed in concern as it too - often was. Dawnglare is already slipping from his den, just in time to hear his ramblings.Naive, of course, not even kittypet blood could save every soul. Clearly evidenced from— from him. Sun - bright thing in the middle of camp. His ears flatten, Whiskers give an aggravated tremor. " Goofy? " What a word, and one that he now hated. " My word is nothing but... nothing but... " A glance is spared to Blazestar, as if he had noticed him for the very first time— which he had not. But he only... well, he just... Could he stand to agree? He's sure he would, with his conniving badger - heart. He's sure he wouldn't, with the constitution of the most fragile of insects... a dying word, and then a gaze snapped back to the main event. " —t-true... "

beat of something, like clouds taking the days shape.

" What gift? Gift? " he quite enjoyed those. Irate disposition is swiftly traded for something pert, bright eyes leering toward the subject. Bright scrap of thing. Oh! Hadn't he asked. Oh, hadn't he... " Oh! For me? " Dawnglare would be taking it, regardless. He grasps it in his jaws, and he is very happy, for a moment.

It then occurred to him that he had no way of fashioning it without the nimble spider - paws of his housefolk, and then his entire self is going slack; shoulders slumping, tail drooping, head hanging with the scrap clutched in his maw... " What a marvelous... thing... " he says, quite possibly on the verge of tears.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

• ooc: AHHHHHH SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!!
  

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 12.05.23. 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

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