[wolfie]

「〷」 THE HOLY GHOST「〷」
╰► SPIRIT
he | they ♛ tall black, grey, and white chimera with varying fur lengths and texture; bright amber eyes ♛

ೃ⁀➷ @Shade.

The boring black cat was becoming a waning interest by each moon. It was only becoming sicker. No longer fighting back. Spirit supposed that fight had started to wane once the younger had escaped. (still unfortunate but they didn't care too much. it was hard enough handling one) Eventually, the outsider would have to discard the poor raggedy thing. A mercy if anything. Far too sinful to truly be of any worth to ground beneath. Its blood would only poison. Taint. No, no.

Wolf was taking care of it. Spirit was exploring. The chimera walked mindlessly through the rolling hills. Territory that had long since been burnt and was beginning to heal. It was strange how despite it all life would prevail. Maybe not them. Felines were inherently cruel. It was why one had to repent. It was breathtaking to take sight of such destruction. A beauty. Once you die, you are free of sin. It was why Spirit was all-knowing. They were clean. These hills were clean.

Eventually, the mindlessly walking had started to take a wear on their paw pads. It was something they struggled to notice when they were in a haze. Blinking back in to reality to find themselves sitting near a small, running stream. A tree looms just overhead and Spirit is no longer sure if this was once considered WindClan's. His paw pads are bleeding and he washes them in the water. He thinks about the boring black cat and wonder when it'll crack. He knew that despite the obedience there was still defiance licking just underneath the surface.