- Aug 1, 2022
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THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS THEY KNOWN HOW TO SWIM
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS THEY KNOWN HOW TO SWIM
Despite his name, Cold hadn't always been so cold. He could remember a time long ago, before the great battle and before the split of the marsh group, where he'd been a happy kid. Energetic, ambitious, and confidently proclaiming his desire to become one of the best hunters and fighters in the group, Cold had been an outgoing, optimistic child, even if he had been a bit rough in his approach to life. He'd been just as easy to befriend as he was to pick a fight with, but he'd always been surrounded by others.
These days, Coldpaw was seldom found with anyone in tow. He'd lost his parents in the great battle. Had been abandond by his siblings and friends, all of whom had left to join the other groups. The marsh, once so familiar and easily seen as a part of his future, had become a stranger to him all at once it seemed. And he couldn't bring himself to stay.
Now he was a Windclan cat, something he chose to take great pride in. Forget the marsh group, forget the others- all that mattered from this point on was the loyalty that Sootstar would teach to her warriors, and it was they who he intended to call his new found family. But there was still a lot to come before those days, he knew. He was still hurt over the loss of his family and friends, still frustrated that the marsh group had been allowed to fall apart so easily. Bitteress and anger were very much alive in him, and one of the reasons he'd gone with Windclan at all was because Sootstar at least understood the importance of loyalty. There was no way she'd ever let her clan split apart like Briar had, starclan cats or not.
Lingering on the edge of camp as if he wished to go out, Cold could be found taking a moment to clean the blood from his claws that had gotten there from his hunt earlier.
These days, Coldpaw was seldom found with anyone in tow. He'd lost his parents in the great battle. Had been abandond by his siblings and friends, all of whom had left to join the other groups. The marsh, once so familiar and easily seen as a part of his future, had become a stranger to him all at once it seemed. And he couldn't bring himself to stay.
Now he was a Windclan cat, something he chose to take great pride in. Forget the marsh group, forget the others- all that mattered from this point on was the loyalty that Sootstar would teach to her warriors, and it was they who he intended to call his new found family. But there was still a lot to come before those days, he knew. He was still hurt over the loss of his family and friends, still frustrated that the marsh group had been allowed to fall apart so easily. Bitteress and anger were very much alive in him, and one of the reasons he'd gone with Windclan at all was because Sootstar at least understood the importance of loyalty. There was no way she'd ever let her clan split apart like Briar had, starclan cats or not.
Lingering on the edge of camp as if he wished to go out, Cold could be found taking a moment to clean the blood from his claws that had gotten there from his hunt earlier.
windclan apprentice - male - 10 months - bisexual - polyamorous - single - a tall, muscular tabby with dark grey fur