[P] REIGN

[c1nder]

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☆*: .｡. o Vanta o .｡.:*☆

☆*: .｡. o The Wrathful, The Silent, The Wordsmith o .｡.:*☆
❧ Outsider
​❧ Lyrebird's Lullaby, Dreamwalker
​❧ [ #vantablack ]
Ashes on your tongue
I'm the black smoke in your lungs
So give up and get down
And get your eyes off my crown

the silent made his way through thick trees, weaving through the brown trunks. dark paws moving one after the other, amber eyes darting to the slightest movements, black and white ears twitching toward every sound.

as he swerved through the forest, a scent hit his nose. a heavy one. scent markers. from a cat as well. seems he stumbled upon another's territory. vanta trotted parallel to the border, slowly growing impatient as it seemed to stretch on and on. in the distance, past the border, a creature was approaching... dark fur a stark contrast to the colorful leaves scattered on the ground.

the figure grew larger, it was another cat. and... they seemed... oddly familiar... a tugging sense told him you know them! but his mind said youve never seen them before. how could you know them?

" 'ey, y' there. yer on someone's territ'ry. don' know if it's yers or not but my point still stands." vanta deadpanned, not wanting to risk a fight, his fur wasnt a scratching post. honestly, those were rough and... albeit didnt sharpen his claws well. he much preferred the wet stones after it rained, they sharpened his claws far better.

- @wolfie [and so it begins,, wormdad]

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 58 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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└➤ ⌗ @c1nder
| ,,,,, can we ignore that this took a little bit over a month. i was murdered but im alive now!!!

the sin-eater walked through his home silently. perhaps it was the most stable part of his life; something always there, something to always return to no matter how changed. (like you?) for the most part, wormbite knew the territory like the back of his paw. his whiskers & nose twitching - senses attuned. black & white fur blending in with surrounding foliage.

he was tracking down a mouse to catch, it was always a bonus when his solo patrols to the borders were fruitful in other ways. he had just managed to locate the creature but with one sharp SNAP it sent the vermin running. he shot after the quiet pitter-patter, ignoring his limbs throbbing in protest. (a daily aspect, something routine.)

and then wormbite pounced forward, killing it within a swift bite. someone's voice - a stranger spoke and he jerked back, cloudy eyes darting about his surroundings out of habit more than anything. an unfamiliar scent. a scowl appeared over his face, misshaped ears taking in what they had to say.

.. it wasn't particularly hostile, actually, he found himself holding back a dry chuckle. out of all his moons, outsiders weren't ever the one telling him to stay off riverclan's territory. nonetheless, he wasn't keen on wasting time talking to a stranger. best to be brief.

wormbite dropped the mouse, his long and sleek tail wrapping around it. "..i am well aware. riverclan has a claim to these lands and that's who i am bringing this to, " he responded honestly, gesturing with his head in the direction of what he caught. answered their question on whose it belonged to and affirmed the simple fact he wasn't a trespasser. he didn't even have to say more than two sentences!

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

[c1nder]

☆*:.｡..｡.:*☆

☆*: .｡. o Vanta o .｡.:*☆

☆*: .｡. o The Wrathful, The Silent, The Wordsmith o .｡.:*☆
❧ Outsider
​❧ Lyrebird's Lullaby, Dreamwalker
​❧ [ #vantablack ]
Ashes on your tongue
I'm the black smoke in your lungs
So give up and get down
And get your eyes off my crown
​

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dark-furred, white flecked, amber eyes. this cat was strangely similar to him. the scars on the other told many tales of fights, experiences. there was a slim chance he could best the tom in a fight. that was something he did often, sized up other cats, determining whether another had a story to tell.

and when the tom spoke, the wordsmith found himself more interested than ever. "riverclan, y' say?" he took a step back, just to show he had no intention to cross over and get attacked. "i 'eard my father is from riverclan. y' ever 'eard of a cat named 'wormbite'?"

- @wolfie [youre fine vanta's cutting right to the chase lmao]

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 58 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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└➤ ⌗ @c1nder

wormbite's ear twitched at the sound of an accent, a twinge of it rang with familiarity but nothing he could put a name to. he gave a short dip of his head as confirmation, fully expecting for the conversation to end. the oriental picked up and the mouse and turned to leave without a second word only for the other's voice to pipe up again. out of all the things he never expected a stranger to utter his name much less in conjunction with father. it took him by such surprise that this time around he couldn't muffle his laugh.

of course when there was nothing added on and the tom appeared to be completely serious -- the feline dropped the mouse, slowly turning to face him with a look of pure bewilderment. ".. afraid your information must be .. a bit .. misguided. i have never had a mate let alone kits of all things, " a shudder rolls down his spine, his shoulders slumping with a sense of weariness. "i lack the .. knack for such things, " truthfully, wormbite had came to peace with it a long time ago. he would be an awful father, and considering he couldn't keep a friend around without them dying he didn't reckon he would fare well with a mate.

still, the stranger had captivated the older warrior's attention. he took a step forward, though keeping within the boundaries. ".. now i must ponder however - wherever did you learn my name? came to this .. conclusion?" he inquired, cocking his head dramatically to the side and squinting his eyes curiously. a peculiar trick this could all be; wormbite wouldn't put it behind the crazy she-cat to cause whatever annoyances possible.

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