CLAYFUR
[1/23/24] ✦ I GOT JUST ONE LIFE
- Jun 7, 2022
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There’s a tiredness hovering about the tom, lying heavy along his spine and tugging at his paws with each step he takes. His grief has left him, for now, but in its place it has only left a swirling pit of… nothing. Mindless, needless rage persists, but mostly he just feels numb. He’d gotten to see it, to lay paws upon the place where he’d asked Clear to be his mate; he’d left a few pebbles, blue and white, in the spot, and hopes that no filthy ThunderClan paws have touched them. By all accounts, his spirits should be high, but they simply aren’t. There’s not much to be happy about, and yet he has still dragged himself to another gathering.
He hopes to see one ghostly figure in particular, for what will be the third gathering in a row. He’s had a joke stewing for two months now, and he’s eager to get the chance to tell it. He only hopes that he doesn’t run into any ThunderClan or WindClan cats while he’s here—there’s a promise of peace while the clans are gathered tonight, but he wouldn’t put it past either of the low-life clans to try something.
// searching for rosemire but open to interactions (:
He hopes to see one ghostly figure in particular, for what will be the third gathering in a row. He’s had a joke stewing for two months now, and he’s eager to get the chance to tell it. He only hopes that he doesn’t run into any ThunderClan or WindClan cats while he’s here—there’s a promise of peace while the clans are gathered tonight, but he wouldn’t put it past either of the low-life clans to try something.
// searching for rosemire but open to interactions (:
[ YOU ARE THE STARS TO ME ]