The Rift [ Atari / RiverClan Border ]

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 55 MOONS . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

heavily scarred & malnourished black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.


content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse

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└➤ ⌗ @ophelia

he sat there for what seemed to be an eternity — or perhaps it was only his perception. the way time felt to him was ever changing, went too fast; too slow. wormbite nodded his head in acknowledgement to beastflame, waiting for the final member of their patrol to appear but she never showed. a frown flickered across his lips, brief before dispersing into blankness. "let uss head off, " he said after a while it became clear redmire would not be joining them. he pushed himself up into a standing position and started to head off into the territory.

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stars, walking through unfamiliar territory while not only being blind but with two impaired legs was irritating to say the least. scarred paws slid forward before taking a proper step, doing his best to avoid obstacles but that didn't stop the warrior from every so often slamming his shoulder into a tree and then having to hold back a pained yelp.

luckily, as they neared the border the trees started to become more spread out. the foliage was less troublesome. wormbite halted as the scent of stranger reached its strongest point; they were here. his nose crinkled in mild distaste, tail flickering back and forth. he didn't like this place. it unnerved him. at least the clans had a code, perhaps not many truly listened but at least it was there. he shook his head lightly before picking a direction and heading alongside the crack.

at least nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. his large & slightly curled ears swiveled to the sounds around him, overly aware of the absence of birdsong. it seemed to be so sparse throughout the mountains. though, he did not have to risk the wrath of crows. they did not know his face here.

hopefully. he was momentarily dragged out of his thoughts at the scent of a mouse, something he hadn't noticed beforepaw. he dropped swiftly into a hunter's crouch, nose twitching as he started to follow the trail. it didn't take long for the warrior to find the mice, whiskers quivering as they sensed vibrations. a beat. he launched himself forward, paws slamming down and with a dying squeak wormbite delivered a swift killing bite. extra prey was always nice.

eventually once he was finished he headed back to the original place they had separated. his ears perked up at the sound of beastflame's pawsteps which was soon followed by his voice. "ssame here, " he replied - voice slightly muffled by the mouse. with a small nod, the black tom started to limp back to camp.

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★ ULTIMATE PREDATOR ★ JUST A SCRATCH ★ SHADOW FIEND

[taillow]

DUSKLION
she/her | riverclan deputy | 30 moons
go with the flow, rapid recovery, beefed up t3, mind reader

There were oh so many things currently going wrong - like Wisteriawren and guilt weighing on her mind much more than she would've liked - so in true Dusklion fashion she was shoving all of that down in favor of physical exercise. She had woken early and trotted from camp without bothering saying a word to anyone. Part of her knew it was impractical to patrol the border so much, but she couldn't help it; they knew nothing about this group and the deputy was worried that... well, that... she just wanted to know any cats that were near their Clan.

The one healer she had met seemed friendly enough. Standing at the border the dark tabby gazed across into the territory. Who were they? How long had they been here? ...What were they like? Her loyalty and heart would never leave the sandy beaches of RiverClan, but her curiosity of what else lay out here had only grown with their settling in the mountains. "Who are you...?" she murmured to herself, the breeze ruffling her fur slightly.

[ @Luminous ]