WEIGHT OF OUR SINS // Wrathhowl

[WILDHEART]

// @WRATHHOWL

The late hour crept over the world like a shrouding blanket, bathing the camp in growing shadows as the sun the receded behind the trees. The stars were already beginning to flicker to life as Silverpelt proceeded to take up their watch over the clans. Wildheart sat by the medicine den's entrance as he watched the world change from day to night with his remaining good eye. It wasn't like his left eye was damaged, but the area around it remained swollen from the wounds he had received during the fray which made keeping it open a pain.

The sound of movement from the den soon caught his attention and it prompted him to slither back inside. His vision adjusted to the gloom and he took the time to look across each nest in turn, that is until his gaze fell upon that of Wrathhowl. The calico blinked slowly as he lingered there, watching his former apprentice with an air of uncertainty. "How are you?" The question escaped his lips, though it didn't carry any emotion to it. In truth he wasn't sure how to feel about the other feline. A part of him hated seeing the youth injured, yet another part still burned with fury over how far from the path he had strayed.
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[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ Wrathpaw pulled at his unkempt nest, feeling the moss against his paw was the only form of entertainment he had. Little punishments. In a way, he couldn't say he was disappointed. There was something new to be found in every little thing he'd once thoughtlessly neglected, the texture and smell from his nest just the tip of the iceberg. It felt like peace. His own little world, safe so long as she stayed small within it's spongey touch. Sometimes, especially when the night cooled the air around him and the whispers in the medicine den fell into quiet, slumbering breaths that he had to strain his ears to hear...he liked to pretend he was truly alone. That the whole of Thunderclan's camp was his. That this was still his home.

But it wasn't dark yet, was it? His ears snapped up when he heard paw steps, and quickly he stilled his own paws, keeping stiff and quiet to not acquire any attention. Too late.

Wildheart smelled like a forest turned gold beneath a blazing sun. Thick shrubbery and kicked-up dirt, a patrol sent to the wrong place, a protective paw, a universe Wrathpaw chose to neglect.
The young killer can only sigh when Wildheart speaks to him. He's not surprised by his former mentor's monotone voice. He is surprised by how much he's glad to hear it. Wrathpaw debates how he should answer, stretching the quiet as long as it can go before the air becomes too awkward. He considers saying nothing at all, or perhaps something snarky like 'What do you think?'. Ultimately, he agrees to take in Wildheart's sincerity, albeit with little expectations for more, and answers honestly, "Bad. Lucky? I'm alive, but everything is so...dark to say the least" he smiles, waving a paw in front of his missing sight for emphasis. He'd been referring mostly to his future.

After a beat, almost timidly, he asks, "Are...you're not hurt, are you?" he sniffs the air, hoping to not find it tinged with any of his old mentor's blood, dried or not. Unable to see, Wrathpaw finds his mind often wanders to imaginary places. Now, he fantasizes about what it would have been like to fight beside his mentor during that battle. In the very least, he was glad he never had to fight against him...at least not with claws.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/10/24

• //a mILLION years late aughhhh!!
  
  
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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathpaw
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight and Laughblossom
  ♡ Exiled loner
  ♡ Formerly mentored by Wildheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically easy | mentally very easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
  injuries: Severely scratched, permanently blind , mentally unwell
  "SPEECH"
  

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