[versailles]

➺ lightningcry; he/him | @Archbone @Hopeless

dark, silent, and looming, weeping. hidden under the layers of shadows that were casted over the camp, a figure lifts his head at the sound of his name being called. patrols. a slender paw wipes away still flowing tears as he rises from his spot. whatever the tom is crying about, it's unknown, but it is surely something tragic. for when lightningcry slinks out of the darkest depths, his face is twisted in an expression that can only be compared to one of a soul that had experienced both the greatest loss and greatest horror. though, his head is hung low as he swiftly strides across the camp towards his slowly forming group - the expression is difficult to see. he casts cougarpaw a glance of acknowledgment, but nothing more. with the way the dark tom hunches his shoulders, head tilted at such an angle that shadows casted over his face, it's clear that he isn't one to waste time by being social.