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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. ✮

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[ ✦ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ @c1nder ]

➺ wormbite was traveling through the territory, limping quietly as he surveyed the nearby landmarks. another one of his solo patrols, a habit he never left from his lionheart days. (he supposed it even fell back to the days he was a ‘paw and would escape out of camp) it always soothed his restless soul. paws that itch in preparation for the worst that would fall --- there was always a rock waiting to topple down on them. the silence only made wormbite on edge.

he came to a halt from his walking, ears twitching at the sound of approaching pawsteps and rustling evergreen. a familiar scent invaded his senses and the oriental let out a quiet, tired sigh. “..... hello, shadowedcall, “ wormbite spoke in a steady voice, turning to face the direction the tom was approaching from. curiously, he wondered how long had been trailing after him in hopes they could speak.

a frown flickered across his lips at the peculiar statement but he swiftly regained his typical unreadable expression. "... i have no interest in changing the daily routine i have had for the majority of my lifespan. be reassured your presence has made no difference in it. i simply only seek others when it is required of me, “ he answered honestly, admittedly a bit dry. still, there was not a lie he spoke. wormbite rarely felt the need to speak with others for his own pleasure. (...attachments would serve him no good as he had long since learned.)

cloudy amber irises narrowed at shadowedcall, cocking his head to the side. every movement, every subtle change he could pick up on with his other senses he fixated on. hm.

the feline in front of him had a habit of making things .. personal. (he could not fathom why. if wormbite met the tom who abandoned him and his sister, he would never talk much less breathe in his direction lest he slit his father’s throat. ) the thought makes the corners of his eyes soften. hm. "and what is the reason you traveled such lengths to find me? i hold doubt it is for mere small talk, “ he inquired, arching an eyebrow. best to get straight to the point.

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