LIFE THROUGH DISTORTED EYES :: private

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    //retro move(?)


    Blazeheart.


    The Pembroke Welsh Corgi was spending his time adjusting to the camp and the land around it. It was mountainous, unlike any terrain he'd taken up residence in before. He was used to wide open plains, rolling hills and even the paved streets of a town or city. But it was alright - he'd get used to it, hopefully. Bentley set down his pouch of herbs and opened it up, carefully placing each herb on a rock. He ran his small paw across them when he was done, counting them and sorting them into groups. "One...two...three...right there...put that there...hmm..."


    He could be out in the center of the camp, trying to make friends. But he just didn't seem all too interested in that.

    tags ;; updated 6/24

    Unluckily for Bentley, they would be moving and he wouldn't get to know this territory. Though there were earthquakes here and she had deemed the place unsafe. They had to move, in her mind it was move or be killed. Get to a safer place, find a peaceful territory, or you would starve as the prey was driven out, or maybe you would be crushed by a falling boulder. Either way it spelled death to StormClan.


    Though the morbid topic of destruction didn't quite fit in with the scene of a corgi setting out herbs. Blazestar knew that Moonbeam was doing good as a medic, and wanted her daughter to be her apprentice, but it was always good to have more than one medic. She had been keeping an eye out for a while, but no one seemed to have a particular interest in the realm of healing. Not many kits did, they all wanted to be leaders or the best warriors ever, they all wanted to be the one to takeover and neutralize an enemy or prove themselves in battle. It was rare to find a child interested in healing, and even rarer to find a joiner who already knew a bunch about healing. Though the corgi's healing knowledge was made aware as Blazestar went over, noticing that Bentley had been doing something though she wasn't sure what. As the ginger shecat came closer, it became obvious that he was sorting out herbs. She would greet him with a simple "Hello. You're Bentley, right?" she didn't memorize names right off the bat, so it was good for her to ask to make sure. She liked seeing that the other was doing something productive, it was good to see a new member jumping right into clanlife.

    Bentley was still interested in war and didn't see a problem with getting his white paws speckled with crimson from time to time. His height definitely posed a problem with that, and he had no powers to compensate for it, but he didn't care all too much. His family—birth family, at that—had taught him to use size to his advantage, and he learned much about crucial tactics on the battlefield. After he left them, he decided to take to medicine and healing. A more nonviolent path just seemed suiting, even if he could be quite the daring fighter.


    His ears twitched when he heard a feminine tone say his name, and he turned to face the leader. "Indeed," he barked with a wide smile. "Ah...Blazestar, yes? Good to meet you." His tail was wagging, but since it was a mere bob instead of an actual tail it seemed as if he was wagging...something else, to keep it brief.

    tags ;; updated 6/24