A white male stood with long legs and a bold, yet narrowed face. With one green eye, and one blue eye, he stared at the foggy sky. He didn't believe in StarClan, nor the Dark Forest. He just felt a draw to the night, where shadows lay, where he couldn't see the stars. Sometimes, however, he did love the stars. They glittered above him, seemed reach less. The breathless sight of the stars and the moon in the darkened sky. LilacMask tilted his head, big ears flopping over. "Why are you here?" he muttered, his voice gravely. "You serve no purpose, yet you decide to shine over us." He spoke as if they could hear him, as if they were breathing and had the ability to speak. Of course, he knew they were not. He knew they couldn't hear him. What was even the point of talking?
Just your local 27 moon old male with an apprentice name