cracks in history [ p ]

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 57 MOONS . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

heavily scarred & skinny 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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└➤ ⌗ @finley !!

*takes place b4 riverclan's latest meeting ! alsoo will get u timeline notes in a bit, just wanted to get this out before i forget again lolol
wormbite's thoughts were swirling in a haze of confusion. his clanmates' words had left him with thousands of questions. it was not particularly shocking to discover starclan had taken away their lives, though stormstar had implied she was not the first. pikestar had surely had lives, when had they stopped? furthermore, while fadingstar had been killed — his actions still had a lasting impact. actions the oriental remained predominantly unaware of.

so, the tom was searching for a warrior who was not currently occupied to answer his burning questions. wormbite wanted an unbiased source (at least the best he could get). easier said then done. he felt out of touch with his clanmates, the majority of them at least - but he resigned these thoughts to another day. so, he waited - ears twitching. eventually his indecisiveness causes his patience to wear thin and the moment the scent of a warrior passes by, the sin-eater is rising to his paws and approaching them.

"hullo, " wormbite mewed quietly, clearing his throat. "if you are not preoccupied, do you mind offering a small history lesson? i was swept away by the last flood, and while i returned right before our exile i am afraid i never quite got the chance to learn what had all occurred during the time i was gone, " he inquired.

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★ ULTIMATE PREDATOR ★ JUST A SCRATCH ★ SHADOW FIEND ★ SURVIVAL INSTINCTS

[finley !!]

cobwebfern
the lover.



purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
she / they . riverclan warrior (mca)
21 moons . missing back leg
tags ; @wolfie - wormboy :3
tws for this post: none

cobwebfern stretched sleepily, curling closer into herself as she napped in the warrior's den. she tucked her head under her paw, purring quietly. she awoke vaguely rudely from her sleep by a warrior she'd barely talked to approaching her. dealing with the father that she had, you knew when someone was approaching you and you knew who it was instantly. anyways. brief tangent on her trauma aside, cobwebfern sleepily raised herself up, yawning.

' hallo. ' she replied, tongue thick and mouth sour from her sleep. the warrior licked her paw and dragged it across her ear, then licked down her fluffy chest fur to look at least a bit more presentable in front of wormbite. ' i was vaguely preoccupied with.. sleeping, b-but yeah, mhm, i can tell you about the- uh- what happened. yeah. ' she honestly didn't mean to be rude, at all, but being awoken from naps was one of cobwebfern's big.. pet peeves.

' 'msorry about the whole flood thing. i hope you're doin'.. okay now, yeah? if- right before we were exiled, yeah, you missed a lil' bit. so.. uh.. where should we start? ' she shifted on her paws, yawning again. cobwebfern scratched behind her ear, swallowing and smiling awkwardly at wormbite.