The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Subject: smooth operator [C] Thu 8 Feb 2024 - 11:13
"The weak never have their wings unfurl."
Silverhawk T3 Warrior | ShadowClan | he/him
Dense snow crunching under paws echoed through the otherwise silent marsh. Silverhawk's attention drifted while he walked beside his Clanmates, however he tried to keep his eyes forward. No matter how he wished to kill the sentimentality in him, he was prone to just... marveling. Since the Clans had returned, he almost couldn't help it. He'd spent so many moons outright ignoring the overwhelming fear he would never see his home again. Walking the mire led him more frequently to drifting whenever he wasn't with Wolfpaw or his other siblings. By the time they'd reached the solid ground leading to their border with SkyClan, and the others had started to retreat, Silverhawk's steps had slowed to hardly more than a drag. He craned his head back, taking in the pine trees around them, their needle-thick boughs even more impressive against the stark skeletons of empty trees in the distance of SkyClan's forest. Captivating as it was, he would have left the sight if a sound from across the border wasn't enough to make his whiskers twitch.
His patrolmates didn't argue when he claimed to have heard a rodent--he would catch up in a few moments. Silverhawk's ears turned back to listen to them shuffle off until the receding steps grew quiet, when his ears swiveled forward again. Perhaps it really was just a rodent, or just a dead branch collapsing under a bird taking off, or any number of mundane things he'd never be privy to. But... Silverhawk couldn't help lingering idly on his side of the border, staring curiously into the deep parts of the forest where moonlight didn't quite sink. He'd gotten lucky with meeting SkyClanners a few times now, and what was the fun if he didn't push his luck a little?
