the paths we've walked

[occultation]

( @wolfie )

With everything that had been happening, Fadingstar hadn't had much of a chance to speak to Wormbite. After his former mentor had disappeared, he'd assumed him to be dead. Wormbite was, frankly, a legend among RiverClan. One of the greatest, most accomplished warriors they'd ever had.

He'd admired him from the beginning. Even if they differed on some things (like Pikestar), Fadingstar was fairly certain nothing could stop him from respecting him.

If he hadn't been the blind tom's apprentice, approaching him would've made him nervous. After all, what do you say as an opening line to a conversation with a warrior with a storied legacy who had only recently returned from moons being missing?

Upon finding Wormbite, Fadingstar dipped his head in a quick, respectful greeting. "Evening, Wormbite. Would you care to join me for a walk? The weather is quite nice tonight, and I'd like to take advantage of it."

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 55 MOONS . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

heavily scarred & slightly 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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└➤ ⌗ @occultation

it was strange to be among his clanmates again. to readjust again. some things still hadn't set in, as if he was stuck in a state of shock. beansprout had a savior in his dreams, something concrete to fight for. riverclan had always been a motivation, but he found himself thinking often they did not need him. he was only a cog in the machine. wormbite hadn't wanted to abandon beansprout, however, he had wanted to prove him that they didn't need to be cursed.

unfortunately, he supposed it was only his curse that had been reaffirmed in the end. a twist he should've known. loss was second nature to him at this point.

the oriental laid in the sun, disconnected from his body. something he lapsed into whenever he attempted to still, to take a pause. it was beautiful weather —though the earlier humidity had left him with aching legs but with evening beginning to set in so did his pain begin to drift back into something manageable.

it is only when fadingstar's voice breaks through his thoughts that wormbite's eyes flutter open, drifting towards his direction. it takes his heart a second to slow down to a normal rate, taking quite the startle to being unaware of the other's presence.

still, the warrior politely dips his head - pushing himself slowly up into a sitting position, bones clicking at the effort. "good evening, fadingsstar, " he mews, tilting his head slightly to the side at his former apprentice's question. they had not quite gotten the chance to,, talk. much less alone.

wormbite was wondering what was swirling around in the tom's head. he could only begin to imagine the stress weighing on his shoulders. "it indeed is quite nice - i would love the chance to sstretch my legss, " he responds swiftly, standing up to his full, towering height.

he jerked his head in what he believed was the direction of the camp entrance. "sshall we?" he hummed, ready to follow after the other.

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