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➢ Darkwaters | He/him | @brave

White paws set foot in stone, those of Darkwaters. The guy looked rough, and he’d never bothered to get some training from Bounceberry as an apprentice, so he’d no idea about herbs and would have to just let his wounds and nicks heal over naturally, the best he could do is find the most clean looking stream he could and wash off the horrid things, taint the water red. The tom hated to say so himself, but yes, he did become rather queasy in the presence of blood. The nervous chuckling, the shying away, and the wincing. The oriental tom’s gaze flicked to what seemed to be an unnatural looking pile of driftwood, accompanied by the whiff of another cat. Being the idiot he is, the tom hopped up on a low branch of a tree to observe through the place’s now visible entryway. Burying some prey, normal cat stuff…just seems to be a normal outsider, which is pretty much what I am now. Outsiders can interact with each other without creating a hostile link, right?

Lowering himself to his haunches, the tom leapt off the branch and stood a distance away from the entrance, where he could be seen standing outside, but before he realized, the cat had walked off, and now Darkwaters was behind them. He hopped back up in the trees, posing himself above the cat just slightly, a safe distance away. “Hello,” He called, his voice small yet enough to be heard at her ground level. The tom was dead still, balancing on the branch only with the hope it could hold him much longer, and luckily, it could.