- Mar 30, 2024
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*+:｡.｡ "Followbite"
Wrath-howl approaches the creature born of mud and bone, his steps heavy - hesitant. From a distance, he'd watched her. Never had he seen the creature smile, nor laugh, nor accept - let alone give - a sign of affection. It had always been a specter in Thunderclan's camp, present yet unreachable. He'd thought, despite it all, that they were friends. Although they rarely talked or shared pleasant memories, something about it always made Wrath-howl wish to try. Perhaps it was because he'd seen that downturned scowl as an enviable feature of strength; its scars a visual story piece to a tale of adventure and bravery that few cats, not even their elders, could pride themselves on. He'd checked up on her in the nursery, filled her nest with flowers, bounced after her trudging steps on patrols, and babbled her ear off trying to breach whatever trench lay between them, longing for connection...a million years ago.
Now, he sits on the other end of that wide chasm and finds the oddity no longer so rare. Everywhere he turns, he finds that a gaping maw has opened between him and those he'd cherished, served, and sought to one day protect. He stands alone upon a deserted island of his own making and he...he just...
He works his mouth in an attempt to speak but finds he doesn't know what to say.
Instead, he turns his gaze toward the high rock and meows, "I'm sorry about your sisters" it sounds terribly lame, but it's all he has.
At least, that's all he thinks he's permitted to vocalize.
Weakly, he tacts on a final, "I'm sorry" but it isn't enough.
Wrath-howl approaches the creature born of mud and bone, his steps heavy - hesitant. From a distance, he'd watched her. Never had he seen the creature smile, nor laugh, nor accept - let alone give - a sign of affection. It had always been a specter in Thunderclan's camp, present yet unreachable. He'd thought, despite it all, that they were friends. Although they rarely talked or shared pleasant memories, something about it always made Wrath-howl wish to try. Perhaps it was because he'd seen that downturned scowl as an enviable feature of strength; its scars a visual story piece to a tale of adventure and bravery that few cats, not even their elders, could pride themselves on. He'd checked up on her in the nursery, filled her nest with flowers, bounced after her trudging steps on patrols, and babbled her ear off trying to breach whatever trench lay between them, longing for connection...a million years ago.
Now, he sits on the other end of that wide chasm and finds the oddity no longer so rare. Everywhere he turns, he finds that a gaping maw has opened between him and those he'd cherished, served, and sought to one day protect. He stands alone upon a deserted island of his own making and he...he just...
He works his mouth in an attempt to speak but finds he doesn't know what to say.
Instead, he turns his gaze toward the high rock and meows, "I'm sorry about your sisters" it sounds terribly lame, but it's all he has.
At least, that's all he thinks he's permitted to vocalize.
Weakly, he tacts on a final, "I'm sorry" but it isn't enough.
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GENERAL:
♡ Wrathpaw
♡ DMAB— He/Him
♡ 10 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
♡ Thunderclan — apprentice
♡ Mentored by Wildheart
COMBAT:
♡Physically mediocre | mentally very easy
♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
injuries: None currently , mentally unwell
"SPEECH"