[The Kitty.]

Glimmermask
27 Moons | Warrior | He/They | Kitty Softpaws - Active | Silver Tongue - Inactive
Artwork by Ridraw on DA
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Over at the pond, a calm breeze stirred the reeds and the grass. Grey clouds hung in the sky, moving idly past as a foggy chill tickled the tom’s hairs.

He’d escaped the camp for a breather, deciding to take this time to himself to try and process everything that Bumblestar had announced at the meeting. ShadowClan cats. Invading their borders. Glimmermask let out a soft, seething hiss through his teeth at the thought. That damned Clan had skinned their cats, killed their warriors, and now it seemed they would be on the brink of war with ThunderClan in no time. Glimmermask was tense and anxious upon hearing this, seeing as he considered himself a rather peaceful cat. Everything he did, every way he acted, was in a sort of go-with-the-flow fashion, taking things as they were tossed his way and resisting the urge to bite back. But this was almost too much to bear. He was a young tom: he had never been in a battle before... And he hoped he wouldn’t have to be for a very long time to come.

As he padded quietly through the forest now, he came upon the Cattail Pond and stopped at its edge, peering down to look into the dark waters. The soothing whistles of birds could be heard faintly in his ears. Letting his shoulders relax, the tabby-point tom took a seat amongst the reeds, his mind going blank. Perhaps he should hunt. Or maybe he should just take this time to himself, to sit in quiet and peace and think.

No cat could disturb him. No cat would.

[ @Dolomedes - Orangeblossom ]