- Nov 26, 2022
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❪ TAGS ❫ — Slate hasn't roamed this part of the city in a long time.
He was raised on these very streets, scavenging for food in the alleyways or hunting as many sewer rats as he possibly could. Many a time he had scrapped with fellow rogues and escaped the wrath of a twoleg or a yapping dog, as well. This had been Slate's home for most of his life, but now several moons later, he could say that he no longer missed this wasteland. The solitude and space, if anything, was all that Slate longed for at times. However, he was now living with his brother as a clan cat, free to roam the forest and live in the safety of a camp where there were no dogs or twolegs. He also lived off of fresh-kill; mouthwatering catches of rodent and avian were much more filling than rubbish or meager rats.
The massive obsidian warrior cautiously took to the sidewalk, his pace somewhat hurried as he kept on his paws and constantly checked around him for signs of danger. He's not too keen on shouting for Thistleback at the top of his lungs, but he's definitely keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of the lead warrior. He had mentioned hailing from the city before, so Slatr figured that he'd check the familiar alleys and avenues for any sign of the missing tom.
// if you'd like, your character is free to know slate from his days as a rogue! you may also hit me up on discord if you'd like to discuss any specifics :0
He was raised on these very streets, scavenging for food in the alleyways or hunting as many sewer rats as he possibly could. Many a time he had scrapped with fellow rogues and escaped the wrath of a twoleg or a yapping dog, as well. This had been Slate's home for most of his life, but now several moons later, he could say that he no longer missed this wasteland. The solitude and space, if anything, was all that Slate longed for at times. However, he was now living with his brother as a clan cat, free to roam the forest and live in the safety of a camp where there were no dogs or twolegs. He also lived off of fresh-kill; mouthwatering catches of rodent and avian were much more filling than rubbish or meager rats.
The massive obsidian warrior cautiously took to the sidewalk, his pace somewhat hurried as he kept on his paws and constantly checked around him for signs of danger. He's not too keen on shouting for Thistleback at the top of his lungs, but he's definitely keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of the lead warrior. He had mentioned hailing from the city before, so Slatr figured that he'd check the familiar alleys and avenues for any sign of the missing tom.
// if you'd like, your character is free to know slate from his days as a rogue! you may also hit me up on discord if you'd like to discuss any specifics :0