[silver.]

snowecho // he/they // 31 moons
purrks: -

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Another moon, another Gathering. At least the last one wasn't a total disaster. As they make their way through the sand, they move in silence, trying their best not to bump into anyone. The last thing he needed was to cause some kind of commotion. He would die of embarrassment and then be promptly mauled by Dawnstar for bringing shame to Shadowclan. As if he already hasn't. Finding a nice space to settle into, the warrior carefully takes a seat, ears alert and flicking as they listen for ongoing conversations.

[ OPEN ] [ @Dust , if you wanna throw cherry at him ]