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★ ✧ ˗ˏˋ The Sin Eater ´ˎ˗ ✧ ★

⌗ HE | HIM . . 60 MOONS . . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ⌗

┆彡 black-furred tall & sinewy tom with vitiligo resulting in white speckles covering his fur; heavily scarred across his entire body, missing half his left ear. his eyes are a light cloudy amber due to his blindness --- has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip & walks with a prominent limp. smells like spicy citrus with an underlying petrichor scent. speaks in a low & raspy monotone voice. ✮

interaction warning : this character explores themes of mental illness & complex trauma
post disclaimer : this contains descriptions of flashback, passive suicidal ideation, dissociation, and emotional distress

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[ ✦ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ➜ @SuspiciousMindz ]

➺ instead of leaving his son and returning to his home, the place he had clawed through hell to get to — the oriental returns solemnly to the dead. he does not travel to the seagrass fields but sleepy thicket where his loved ones' rotting bodies laid. (stormstar had said they had moved them all, but he knew they did not haunt the fields as they did the thicket.) wormbite's legs burn by the time he reaches the thick forest, mind a thick and hazy cloud of panic.

he can hear his heart in his ears, but he travels to the middle of the forest, the thickest part. a shiver rolls down his spine, and he collapses in overwhelming weariness. "t-they ... are all gone, again, " he confesses softly to the wind, letting his words be carried away. "bit by bit. i couldn't - even save daypaw in the end after everything, " his claws dig into the frozen dirt, squeezing his eyes shut. he hadn't had a chance to be alone since his return. not - properly, it had never settled upon him until everything piled up and he was forced to look at it once more.

"while i was s-stuck getting cut, prodded, tested on - stuck with those wild cats, i thought, i had - hoped when i got out i was goin' see you again, " he murmured, cloudy eyes dragging upwards to the face the darkening sky. "i trusted you goddammit! i - i defended you to the clan, i thought you would take care of them! but - but you lied, you put them in danger and got yourself killed like a stars forsaken idiot!" wormbite hissed, sleek tail lashing back and forth but in a broken, cracking voice, "you were supposed to stay, " they were supposed to cancel each other's curse out.

he hung his head low, taking a sharp & shuddering gasp of air. he could feel a pressure on his chest, like a paw was pressing down on it. (someone pushing on his shoulders, he couldn't move, he couldn't get away from claws piercing his skin, the burn of floral - ) "i, i mean. the cat who might have the most connection to - me is - a grown tom who thinks i can play father. i - isn't that, something? of all things? i've lost - everything, and yet - i found when i'm startin' to grey that - i have kits! somehow! five of them, five - five kits. i didn't, even know.. all of this time.. i still ended up like him. absent. isn't that ironic? i mean, truly, one of you have to agree with me on that - " wormbite lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head back and forth because he knows if he doesn't - if he doesn't downplay it, tears will start to come forth and he was so tired of crying.

"too much has changed. too much. too much. too much. the same, but different. so different, " he mumbled over and over to himself, pulling his paws over his face; claws sinking lightly in his skin, not enough to pull blood. he shoots his head back up, expression flashing from despair to anger. "is THIS what you wanted from me? to SEE ME LIKE THIS? with no one around? with nothing to focus on but riverclan? is it a JOKE? if i PLAY MY STARSDAMN PART — WILL YOU LET ME REST FOR ONCE?" wormbite snarls out to the stars, claws lashing across the ground and disturbing the soil.

the wind is quickly taken out of him once he crumples back to the ground, tail wrapping protectively around him. he was tired. he should've died a long time ago, should've died in that damn Pit. in the darkness, alone. he didn't want to fight anymore, he didn't want to keep caring for cats for them to end up missing; dead. the stars only shone upon him, mocking him as they always did.

he doesn't mean to - he should take off and return home before anyone could question but the oriental is exhausted. and so instead, he slips into a deep slumber.

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