- Jul 20, 2022
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I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS
After Sootstar had accepted him into the clan -though granted, as something less than her own cats- Dusk had been led back to the camp by the group. He felt extremely out of place among the many felines around him. Despite having been out here for a couple months now, it was still a bit of a culture shock whenever he saw a cat that wasn't covered in spots like he was. Bengal cats were all he'd ever known for so damn long. And yet, almost blessedly so, he hadn't run into a single one in Windclan yet.
Still, his fancy coat marked him as a product of twoleg place, and more than his looks, Dusk was a stranger among them all. These were all cats with lives, pre-established far before he set foot on the moors. They way they spoke to each other so casually, sharing prey, laughing or bickering. It was all so strange to Dusk.
As he walked into camp behind Hyacinth, green eyes taking all of it in, he couldn't help but grow a little tense. The last time he'd been around so many cats in such close quarters it had been a nightmare, a pit of nothing but metal bars, paranoia, and the stench of death. There's none of that here, though. he noted to himself, as if the silence acknowledgement would ease his nerves. It was almost laughable for him to be so uncertain. While Dusk wasn't the bulkiest cat out there, he was very tall in comparison to most cats, with a lot of lean muscle packed onto his body. He was far from the kind of cat that would be considered physically weak, even if he was a bit rough looking still, and yet he coulld feel his heart pick up as the tendrils of anxiety began to curl in his stomach.
Hoping to take his attention off of it, his gaze flickered toward the shecat walking ahead of him. She'd been one of the two assigned to 'keep an eye on him', and so he could only assume that meant that Dusk was allowed to ask them things. After all, Windclan wanted him to be competent, right? "So, um, Hyacinth. What exactly is it that I'm expected to do here?" he asked, deciding it was better to risk her scorn at his ignorance than to be caught standing around like an idiot later because he'd never asked what his job was here. "Like- what do I do as a Riverclan cat?"
Still, his fancy coat marked him as a product of twoleg place, and more than his looks, Dusk was a stranger among them all. These were all cats with lives, pre-established far before he set foot on the moors. They way they spoke to each other so casually, sharing prey, laughing or bickering. It was all so strange to Dusk.
As he walked into camp behind Hyacinth, green eyes taking all of it in, he couldn't help but grow a little tense. The last time he'd been around so many cats in such close quarters it had been a nightmare, a pit of nothing but metal bars, paranoia, and the stench of death. There's none of that here, though. he noted to himself, as if the silence acknowledgement would ease his nerves. It was almost laughable for him to be so uncertain. While Dusk wasn't the bulkiest cat out there, he was very tall in comparison to most cats, with a lot of lean muscle packed onto his body. He was far from the kind of cat that would be considered physically weak, even if he was a bit rough looking still, and yet he coulld feel his heart pick up as the tendrils of anxiety began to curl in his stomach.
Hoping to take his attention off of it, his gaze flickered toward the shecat walking ahead of him. She'd been one of the two assigned to 'keep an eye on him', and so he could only assume that meant that Dusk was allowed to ask them things. After all, Windclan wanted him to be competent, right? "So, um, Hyacinth. What exactly is it that I'm expected to do here?" he asked, deciding it was better to risk her scorn at his ignorance than to be caught standing around like an idiot later because he'd never asked what his job was here. "Like- what do I do as a Riverclan cat?"
windclan warrior - male - 17 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - bengal
