- Aug 7, 2022
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I FEEL LIKE AN ASTRONAUT IN THE OCEAN
Sometimes, even the king of boring could get bored. And right now that was the problem Quill was having. He was finished with his patrols for the day and his mentor was busy with something else -which he wasn't even that bummed out about since he hated having to listen to someone drone on about a bunch of stuff he barely cared about- but it meant that the chimera tomcat now had a bunch of time to kill and nothing to kill it with. For some reason any potential prospect he came up with was quickly shot down by that cynical voice in his head, until he just picked a spot in camp and laid there.
Flopped onto his side staring blankly ahead of him as he zoned out into his own thoughts, the only indication he wasn't dead aside from the steady rise and fall of his chest was the occasional mindless twitch of his tail tip. Quill had never really had friends. There'd been a group of kids his age back in twoleg place that he'd run with sometimes, but he hadn't actually liked or been close to any of them. Like everyone else, they were just good for passing the time when he got restless. They'd break into twoleg shops or harass the humans that were dumn enough to eat outside on restaurant patios, play chicken with the neighborhood dogs, and pick fights with any cat that looked like they might be easy to goad into an argument.
It had all been extremely stupid and pointless, but it'd had it's moments. He could remember grinning victoriously whenever he was the last to back down when facing off against a dog, could remember how strong it made him feel to knock around another cat. Not smaller ones though. And never ones that were afraid to fight. Fear took the fun out of it, and besides, he wasn't his father.
skyclan - male - 6 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders