Post by direwolf on Jun 10, 2023 21:11:30 GMT -6
Broud shoulders, yet a thin frame pushed himself through the entrance of Lunarclan camp. form made of shadows, and a cape of russet along his back. the large toms icey hues would glow entering the dark cave, but he could see well in the void of night.
Returning with two others for a nightly patrol, Quillstrike, and another he did not know the name of, Direwolf would dip a scarred face towards the other tom. The patrol was quiet, the hymn of insects still in his ears, despite the waterfall roaring in his ears.
The cave seemed humid with the warmth in the air. His lip lifted a little in disgust and a small twitch of his tail in annoyance from the heat. Fortunately, his fur was short, but he sure wished that it was much shorter.
His large slim form would settle his haunches over the fresh kill, using a claw to poke past the birds and find himself a fat mouse. Thankful for the summer, and his clanmates. He would pull it out before sulking over to the sidelines of the cave. Most cats slumbered in the night, but some still stayed awake for sharing tongues and talking. There was still a midnight patrol after all.
Lunarclan cats thrived in the darkness, and Direwolf loved that about them. The darkness was a friend. But to most, the darkness held strange individuals that were monsters and nightmares. Like himself. Which is why, he would survive in such.
Returning with two others for a nightly patrol, Quillstrike, and another he did not know the name of, Direwolf would dip a scarred face towards the other tom. The patrol was quiet, the hymn of insects still in his ears, despite the waterfall roaring in his ears.
The cave seemed humid with the warmth in the air. His lip lifted a little in disgust and a small twitch of his tail in annoyance from the heat. Fortunately, his fur was short, but he sure wished that it was much shorter.
His large slim form would settle his haunches over the fresh kill, using a claw to poke past the birds and find himself a fat mouse. Thankful for the summer, and his clanmates. He would pull it out before sulking over to the sidelines of the cave. Most cats slumbered in the night, but some still stayed awake for sharing tongues and talking. There was still a midnight patrol after all.
Lunarclan cats thrived in the darkness, and Direwolf loved that about them. The darkness was a friend. But to most, the darkness held strange individuals that were monsters and nightmares. Like himself. Which is why, he would survive in such.
