- Aug 7, 2022
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I FEEL LIKE AN ASTRONAUT IN THE OCEAN
His paws were beyond sore, the pads so tender he was about five minutes away from just limping the rest of the way. Or laying down and calling it a day. After all, what harm could one more night on his own do? Worst case scenario some fox or dog made a meal of him, in which case he wouldn't have to worry about his feet anymore. He stifled a smirk at the thought of his brother, who definitely would have called him morbid for having such a thought, but the smile was short-lived. His littermates were a touchy subject he preferred to just not think about, and he mentally kicked himself in the ass for letting himself slip up like that.
Leave the past alone, Twin. It's dead and gone.
What existed was the here and now; the ache in his muscles, the throbbing of his paws, the earth beneath his paws. Somehow he'd managed to find his way through twoleg place, navigating the endless maze of roads and houses, avoiding the cars and dogs and people, all to reach the woods on the other side. Some would call it a feat of bravery or determination, but really, Twin was just ready for all the drama to be over. The exhaustion he felt ran deeper than just the physical wariness that plagued his limbs, something too heavy for any child of his age to be shouldering. But he bore it all the same, driven forward by something he didn't often allow himself to have: hope.
Normally Twin liked to walk on the side of logic. He'd weigh his odds based on things like fact, but today he was allowing himself to drift toward the line of something less certain. He just wanted a normal life with normal cats, a place he could live his life where he didn't have to worry about.. that, anymore. And while he didn't necessarily believe in fairy tales or happy endings, he did believe in a place where he could live out his life free from all of the craziness he'd just left behind. That was very much within reach- all he had to do was find this 'clan' everyone kept talking about.
The neighborhood cats said the place was welcoming to newcomers of all kinds, but Twin still had his doubts. He could understand a group taking in a cat that was super useful or promising, but Twin? He was still just a kid. Tall and fast, but lanky and inexperienced in a hunt. He could put up a hell of a fight against a cat his own age or size, but other than his penchant for violence he wouldn't exactly consider himself the 'useful' sort.
Oh well. Too late to back out now. the young tomcat though, because before him loomed the entrance to the camp. Oops.
Leave the past alone, Twin. It's dead and gone.
What existed was the here and now; the ache in his muscles, the throbbing of his paws, the earth beneath his paws. Somehow he'd managed to find his way through twoleg place, navigating the endless maze of roads and houses, avoiding the cars and dogs and people, all to reach the woods on the other side. Some would call it a feat of bravery or determination, but really, Twin was just ready for all the drama to be over. The exhaustion he felt ran deeper than just the physical wariness that plagued his limbs, something too heavy for any child of his age to be shouldering. But he bore it all the same, driven forward by something he didn't often allow himself to have: hope.
Normally Twin liked to walk on the side of logic. He'd weigh his odds based on things like fact, but today he was allowing himself to drift toward the line of something less certain. He just wanted a normal life with normal cats, a place he could live his life where he didn't have to worry about.. that, anymore. And while he didn't necessarily believe in fairy tales or happy endings, he did believe in a place where he could live out his life free from all of the craziness he'd just left behind. That was very much within reach- all he had to do was find this 'clan' everyone kept talking about.
The neighborhood cats said the place was welcoming to newcomers of all kinds, but Twin still had his doubts. He could understand a group taking in a cat that was super useful or promising, but Twin? He was still just a kid. Tall and fast, but lanky and inexperienced in a hunt. He could put up a hell of a fight against a cat his own age or size, but other than his penchant for violence he wouldn't exactly consider himself the 'useful' sort.
Oh well. Too late to back out now. the young tomcat though, because before him loomed the entrance to the camp. Oops.
skyclan - male - 6 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders
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