The Rocky Terrain [ open ]

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twenty three moons | male | warrior | mentor to n/a
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[justify]Weak winter sun streamed down unbroken through the clear sky, pale as ice and for once lighter than the eyes of the tom who strode alone amongst the rocks. They jutted up in separate directions, quite reminding of broken teeth- some crags truly did look dangerous, but he steered clear of those. He wasn’t even sure why he was walking this way. His paws seemed to be shuffling forward of their own accord, moving him towards the rocks that jumbled together into a hill, rising up in imitation of a small mountain. It was a good place to think- especially if one were to lay upon the stones, always strangely warm even in winter, and especially so when the sun was out. As it was today.

Seraphflight paused for a moment to take in a breath, the cold air swirling in his lungs. Even if snow had not yet come, the temperature was starting to drop by day. It chilled his thin fur and he fluffed it now, quivering slightly before pushing himself carefully up the first bound. Slowly, the Tom gingerly made his way up the cliff like formation, certain death prophesied for the cat who stumbled over the edge. This reason was why he was careful for this was the place his mother died. And even so, the Tom never knew why he came up here. [/justify]

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twenty three moons | male | warrior | mentor to n/a
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[justify]The voices that rose up behind him startled him slit lay, however, his paws stayed planted upon the smooth rock that formed into a mountain like figure, despite the earth being a simple hill. The wandering Tom let the tip of his banner flick slightly, and his paws turn on their heels so that he could face the felines that greeted him. Counted, he found three cats standing there, or rather, two standing, one blending into stone that sat upon the rather steep hill.

The black and white Tom slowly opened his mouth, extravagant orange flickering as he let a meow slip off his tongue. "Hello everyone. I don't believe I've seen any of you before either. My name is Seraphflight." The Tom said swiftly, seeming almost unwilling to talk, and truthfully, he was. Although he liked the company of others, he was a cat of few words, and he found himself not knowing how to communicate most of the time.[/justify]