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❀❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀
periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner
periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner
It's been days since they'd gotten trapped here. The others seem hopeful somehow, certain they'll make their way out.
Peri is not.
As he lays there in the darkness, his mind feels clearer - he's slept better here, in this place, in these twisting and turning pathways, than he ever has in windclans camp. The touch of a solid surface, the knowledge that he is safe from predators swooping down upon him from overhead - it lulls him to sleep so easily. It's strange, to feel safe given the circumstances. And yet, he does.
Time passes slowly and yet all to fast here in the caves, with no real way of telling the time but the sores on his paw pads and the ache in his belly. As they hunt, as they take turns drinking what little water they can find, he can't help but let his mind wander, can't help but to let himself wonder.
Is this where he will die? WIll he be swallowed up by the earth itself, just as dazzlepaw had. His thoughts taking such a dark turn is hardly unexpected, the comparison inevitable. Had his friend been like this, wandering the darkens aimlessly, hopeful? So certain that they'd find the ned, they just needed to keep going. Had it been hunger and thirst that had gotten him in the end, instead of the choking suffocation of the dirt? Had he spent just as many never ending days and nights searching for a way out?
What a lonely death it must have been.
At least, periwinklebreeze is comforted by the fact he is not alone. It's cruel of him he thinks, but everytime he feels the touch of his companions, hears their snores as they sleep, he feels gratified. He is not alone - there is mouseflight and luckypaw, clearheart and nightbird, dovethroat and hazecloud. He has not been abandoned to his fate.
It's bittersweet.
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Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
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tw/cw: mentions of death
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— a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
— physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
— non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
— please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account