
July 14th, 2024, 07:57 AM
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Re: ShadowClan Clearing
->> rookfire <<-
[ shadowclan enforcer | 16moons | purrks ]
a large scarred dark grey cat with minimal white markings and grey eyesrookfire rested in the clearing, the shadows stretching long over firm needle speckled soil hiding his dark pelt from any cat currently basking in the sun, only the flash of silver when his eyes shifted the giveaway to his location. it wasnt hiding, he was situated plainly in front of the medicine den, close enough to hear the quiet tap of white tipped paws on cool stone from time to time, the shade shielding them from prying eyes was simply a nice addition. had rookfires mind not been plagued by the same thoughts they had hoped to rid themselves off with by seeking out mossfreckle, they wouldve probably made use of this hidden position, keeping an eye out for the cannibal and what not, but as it appeared fate had different plans for the dark pelted feline once again. instead of busying themselves with duties, the enforcer had been rolling around very few words in their mind. 'he'. could they be 'he'? it felt odd, unfamiliar mostly, though rook liked the way it sounded with their name. knowing it was possible..what would it take? what would it take to make phantasy reality and what would rook have to offer up for it. the enforcer shifted uncomfortably, shoulder aching at the way they had rested until now was a welcome distraction, though short lived.
grey eyes focussed on a scatter of light dancing on the ground, leaves rustling quietly in the afternoon breeze as thoughts continued to whirl in rooks mind. white tipped ear flicked in irritation, why was this so hard? why couldnt they just make up their mind. no. why couldnt rook accept what they had come to realise. accepting shadowclan as their identity in place of riverclan had been easy enough, determination fierce as hurt and sadness turned anger, so why couldnt they accept that rookfire was supposed to be a tom? determined, rookfire pushed onto white tipped paws, three to be exact, unsure where he was going but knowing who he was in doing so.
[ open to cats rook knows ]
Last edited by alec; July 14th, 2024 at 07:59 AM.
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