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darkness.

it was all he saw, the darkness that had consumed him since aldelmo had left. he had grown bored, unwanting of him. and so, he walked away without another word. who knows where he was now, only that he had left cosima's heart in a million pieces. they had grown up together, although they were cousins, aldelmo had been like a father to him. especially after his parents had been killed. cosima never knew his parents, as well as being an only child within his litter. aldelmo found him many days later, a small kit on the brink of death. they only found that they were cousins after multiple moons.

even as cosima padded within the forest, his head low, walking blindly, he couldn't forget those moments. the very last heartbeats that they had spent together. his final words to aldelmo were ones of hatred, of anger for him leaving. he had said thathe moved on, forgetting about what aldelmo had done. but they were lies. every day, he remembered watching his cousin walk away to find something else that didn't bore him.

he never even said goodbye.

the grey tom let out a soft whimper, his tail dragging along the ground behind him. his pawsteps were quiet, leaving no trace of which he had stepped before. cosima's ears flattened, unaware of anything that happened around him. it was a wonder how he hadn't hurt himself while walking, avoiding anything that would be a possible danger. although, he was thin as a twig, refusing to hunt for himself and simply waste away as though he had no other meaning in the world. who would care? cosima thought repeatedly, my only family is gone.

his fur was matted, brilliant blue eyes left dull and lifeless. he was was a small cat, only his fur giving him a look of muscularity. now, he was a simple bundle of fur, flesh, and bones. his eyes seemed to sag into his skull, his whiskers flat against his cheeks. cosima certainly looked much older than he really was, with how he didn't want to care for himself. just a slow and agonizing death for the tom, walking slower and breathing heavier each day.

and it's all because of aldelmo.

@Bright

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Originally Posted by hiraeth

darkness.

it was all he saw, the darkness that had consumed him since aldelmo had left. he had grown bored, unwanting of him. and so, he walked away without another word. who knows where he was now, only that he had left cosima's heart in a million pieces. they had grown up together, although they were cousins, aldelmo had been like a father to him. especially after his parents had been killed. cosima never knew his parents, as well as being an only child within his litter. aldelmo found him many days later, a small kit on the brink of death. they only found that they were cousins after multiple moons.

even as cosima padded within the forest, his head low, walking blindly, he couldn't forget those moments. the very last heartbeats that they had spent together. his final words to aldelmo were ones of hatred, of anger for him leaving. he had said thathe moved on, forgetting about what aldelmo had done. but they were lies. every day, he remembered watching his cousin walk away to find something else that didn't bore him.

he never even said goodbye.

the grey tom let out a soft whimper, his tail dragging along the ground behind him. his pawsteps were quiet, leaving no trace of which he had stepped before. cosima's ears flattened, unaware of anything that happened around him. it was a wonder how he hadn't hurt himself while walking, avoiding anything that would be a possible danger. although, he was thin as a twig, refusing to hunt for himself and simply waste away as though he had no other meaning in the world. who would care? cosima thought repeatedly, my only family is gone.

his fur was matted, brilliant blue eyes left dull and lifeless. he was was a small cat, only his fur giving him a look of muscularity. now, he was a simple bundle of fur, flesh, and bones. his eyes seemed to sag into his skull, his whiskers flat against his cheeks. cosima certainly looked much older than he really was, with how he didn't want to care for himself. just a slow and agonizing death for the tom, walking slower and breathing heavier each day.

and it's all because of aldelmo.

@Bright

( aHH sorry my response is a little late!! i fell asleep super early because i took too many gummy vitamins - )

a fresh-faced, tall, slim blue-gray tom padded along the outskirts of the clan territories with a limp bird between his jaws, her legs and wings dangling lifelessly from his maw. he had gotten this bird from clan territory, and didn’t care much that he was stealing from them. guy’s gotta eat.

nori is selfish, that’s for sure. obviously. in fact, he often tries to steal all the prey he can from a clan, just so he could watch them perish and suffer from the lack of food. he hoped to be the reason for something like a famine- or much, much worse. still, he hasn’t gone that far yet. yet. though it would be nice to come across a helpless sack of fur, flesh and bones just begging for food. for survival. hilarious, he thought to himself, chuckling softly through the feathered body in his mouth at the mental image. he imagined himself teasing the poor cat with a plump, juicy mouse or fish or whatever prey they favored. then again, it’s not like that cat would care since they were starving to death. he began to chuckle again, a bit louder this time. he thought of the cat’s moans and groans and wails and sobs and- and soon, he was howling in laughter. his head hung for a moment, then swung up, his vocals echoing throughout the area. the blue jay that he once held on his mouth was on the forest floor beside his unsheathed claws.

and suddenly, the annoying yet terrifyingly high-pitched laughter stopped, as if someone had just slit the throat of the cat letting out the sounds. he looked down at the bird and sat on his haunches, just staring for a moment. he brought one paw to the bird’s chest before tearing a wing right off, enjoying the small sound it made. he shook it for just a moment before spitting it out, letting the smell of blood linger after him. this'll sure catch someone off guard! he took the bird back into his mouth, holding onto her by her head, her beak poking at his tongue. he let her blood drip where he walked. what a waste!

nori did strange things when he was bored; things he had no explanation for. other than, ‘i was bored’, of course.

the tom’s muscles ached, but he kind of liked the feeling. so he kept walking, laughing quietly to himself occasionally. if anyone saw him, they wouldn’t have thought he was insane. and he was. nori has, indeed, gone insane. long ago. he hummed quietly to himself; a strange, eerie, yet somewhat catchy tune he picked up from his close friend, finley. he was looking for a place to settle, to finally dig into this bird, but nowhere seemed to be good enough for him. nothing satisfied him.

and he could have sworn, if he wasn’t a little more aware of his surroundings, he would have missed the sad, gray bundle that looked so incredibly weary and old and unhealthy. he spat out the bird just beside his own bony paws, making a small ‘thump’ as it hit the floor.

“huh.” is all he said quietly, watching the tom with wide, curious, slitted turquoise eyes. he took a step back in case he hadn't heard him already, choosing to observe the poor cat before taking action.

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Originally Posted by Bright

( aHH sorry my response is a little late!! i fell asleep super early because i took too many gummy vitamins - )

a fresh-faced, tall, slim blue-gray tom padded along the outskirts of the clan territories with a limp bird between his jaws, her legs and wings dangling lifelessly from his maw. he had gotten this bird from clan territory, and didn’t care much that he was stealing from them. guy’s gotta eat.

nori is selfish, that’s for sure. obviously. in fact, he often tries to steal all the prey he can from a clan, just so he could watch them perish and suffer from the lack of food. he hoped to be the reason for something like a famine- or much, much worse. still, he hasn’t gone that far yet. yet. though it would be nice to come across a helpless sack of fur, flesh and bones just begging for food. for survival. hilarious, he thought to himself, chuckling softly through the feathered body in his mouth at the mental image. he imagined himself teasing the poor cat with a plump, juicy mouse or fish or whatever prey they favored. then again, it’s not like that cat would care since they were starving to death. he began to chuckle again, a bit louder this time. he thought of the cat’s moans and groans and wails and sobs and- and soon, he was howling in laughter. his head hung for a moment, then swung up, his vocals echoing throughout the area. the blue jay that he once held on his mouth was on the forest floor beside his unsheathed claws.

and suddenly, the annoying yet terrifyingly high-pitched laughter stopped, as if someone had just slit the throat of the cat letting out the sounds. he looked down at the bird and sat on his haunches, just staring for a moment. he brought one paw to the bird’s chest before tearing a wing right off, enjoying the small sound it made. he shook it for just a moment before spitting it out, letting the smell of blood linger after him. this'll sure catch someone off guard! he took the bird back into his mouth, holding onto her by her head, her beak poking at his tongue. he let her blood drip where he walked. what a waste!

nori did strange things when he was bored; things he had no explanation for. other than, ‘i was bored’, of course.

the tom’s muscles ached, but he kind of liked the feeling. so he kept walking, laughing quietly to himself occasionally. if anyone saw him, they wouldn’t have thought he was insane. and he was. nori has, indeed, gone insane. long ago. he hummed quietly to himself; a strange, eerie, yet somewhat catchy tune he picked up from his close friend, finley. he was looking for a place to settle, to finally dig into this bird, but nowhere seemed to be good enough for him. nothing satisfied him.

and he could have sworn, if he wasn’t a little more aware of his surroundings, he would have missed the sad, gray bundle that looked so incredibly weary and old and unhealthy. he spat out the bird just beside his own bony paws, making a small ‘thump’ as it hit the floor.

“huh.” is all he said quietly, watching the tom with wide, curious, slitted turquoise eyes. he took a step back in case he hadn't heard him already, choosing to observe the poor cat before taking action.

( it's fine!!
there's no rush <3 )


cosima's nose twitched weakly as he detected a scent. feline, he guessed. it smelled strange, reeking of blood yet still beholding a cat-like aura with it. he ignored the scent, however, simply allowing his head to drop even more than before, pawsteps slowing to a weak bumble. his tail left faint marks in the dust, claws unsheathed just enough to drag with every step. cosima's eyes closed and he walked in his own shadow, the somber aura around him growing in strength. every step seemed to take a lifetime. every heartbeat sucked a little more life from him.

and he was alright with that.

as cosima padded on, he felt his paws grow weaker. he had been walking for days, weeks, even. sunrise to sunset, he was up and travelling. who knows where he was going, who knows where he was to stop? his paw pads were oozing blood, thorns, torn claws, and more sticking from the wounded flesh. yet cosima didn't care. all he wanted was to get away from his intrusive thoughts. even if that meant he had to die to do so.

after many long heartbeats slid by, the demiboy began to walk slower and slower. he wheezed with every breath, his chest heaving to obtain more air. no, he wasn't dying. he was exhausted.

finally, he collapsed with a soft cry, paws moving in a pitiful attempt to stand again. his fur, matted and dirty, splayed out around him, a mixture of greys and whites within the strands. cosima soon gave up, pressing his head to the ground and silently waiting for a predator to find him. or something else, whichever came first.