Batmist thc warrior | he/him | rosetted white tom with clouded eyes Batmist's chest was heaving as he skidded to a halt in the center of camp. The blood from the gash on his shoulder had slowed to a trickle, but his hind leg had sharp twinges of pain shooting up and down from his run to camp - must've twisted it or something when trying to get away from the otter. "Otters at the RiverClan Border!" he rasped, "Mountaintalon's still fighting 'em! We need more paws on the ground." He'd like to say they could've handled them if Alpinemoon hadn't up and vanished on them, but that would be dishonest. There was one for each and there wasn't no way for them beat those odds without an act of StarClan.
“when you're with the right person, every place is a right place.” — ocean waves, studio ghibli profile image credits: background image credits found in albums | pfp - fields of misteria
