[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Originally Posted by tinyalienkid

♡ @Celestial @Redwood Reindeer @Shadow @Sasukewolf (madness) @mompaws @NightWarrior4Life i added in some npc's that anyone can roleplay at any time until we get some more application in the future. now, we can start!! ♡

leaping from the depths of his den, a dark brown tom made his way into the clearing. as always, he paid his respects to the stone of stars before moving into a patch of sunlight. under the light, his pelt glowed a golden hue, eyes reflecting energy and contentness. he curled his tail over his back paws before beginning to groom debris from his pelt. the gathering that had happened only two sunsets before was still rushing through his veins, giving him some much-needed refreshment. every gathering was always an excitement to the tom, being able to settle with his tribemates and share news, pass prey, and watch as his fellow felines earned new ranks in ceremonies.

a purr erupted from the tom, his ears flicking happily. it seemed like only yesterday he had gained the rank of a guard. he hoped aspen swirl was proud of him- she had been a wonderful mentor. the tribe had gathered around as the seer, running wind, accompanied ending heart and aspen swirl in the ceremony to make him a true guard. now, he wasn't golden meadow, which had been his assigned temporary name as a kit, he was lone digger. he really lived up to the name, being as independent and lonesome as he was.

it didn't bother him, though. he couldn't get distracted from his duties as a guard. speaking of which- where's ending heart? i need to be given a patrol, the tom thought, looking around for his leader. albeit not being the right cat, as if on cue a small she-kit, at only the age of two moons, trotted out of the den of youth. her tiny tail, a mere stub, was held up high as she led her mother, kestrel feather, into the clearing. lone digger chuckled quietly before getting lost in his thoughts.

he had never want kits. it was a distraction from his job, yes, but he hadn't ever really been attracted to mollies, only toms. no matter how much the tom tried to deny it, he knew that he wasn't going to ever have an opposite-gender relationship. that was just how he was born, he didn't have a choice. there were some pretty she-cats in the clan, but he didn't want to be mates with them. mother and father definitely would not approve, if they were still here. stupid illnesses.

with a sigh, he shook his head and returned to grooming his pelt.

Ending heart was just walking into camp with a bird in his mouth, his eyes held a dangerous glow as he just walks into the place. He puts the prey down and shakes his pelt a bit. He was indeed a handsome looking tom however more scary than ever. Despite his cold nature and all he’s really just kind and shy about what he does. He soon sees Lone digger and begins to walk up to him. “ Hello little warrior, ready for a patrol?” He asks in a dark husky voice however this time it had a hint of playfulness. This was always the case whenever he’s in front of a guard that he believes is worthy of his attention ( or simply because the boys handsome). Either way, he sits down in front of him, “ hi. You in there?” He asks as he flicked his head with his tail “ come on boy! We got things to do!” He hisses playful trying to gain the toms attention. Oh how fun it was to get lost in thoughts but now is not the time!