i'm a bastard / open introduction

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    ram stuck to the outskirts of the camp. the wooly-pelted young tom had been abandoned here just a day ago by his mother at the edge of the gorges; he was lucky he hadn't fallen down the spiked sides. he was found by a cat named haycloud, and had been residing on the edges of camp since then. ram was standoffish in dealing with his hurt at being drugged and abandoned by his mother, and and he hadn't spoken to anybody since he arrived. all he did was lay at the edge of the open camp, recovering from his shock and pain, internally and externally. ram was born a farm cat, and had been up until yesterday, living a pretty damn great life on the farm with his mother and the other animals. he wanted to go back. his mother used to call him Sheepy, because of his unusual pelt, tightly coiled and plush like wool, except ram was a grayish mousy brown color, not white like the sheep he saw on his farm. yesterday though, he introduced himself as Ram to Haycloud, and ever since his moniker change, he wanted to stay here. ram was still laying down, looking somber, yet angry, but dazed like he wasn't really there. ram was still young, six moons, and the pain he felt at his mother's abandonment was the worst thing he'd ever felt in his short life so far.



    ram ! | "speech"

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Paws aching, Crabpaw brushed into camp from one of the afternoon patrols, a small rabbit clenched in between his jaws. Being an apprentice sucked, but he still had a couple of moons left until he could start doing stuff that actually benefited Windclan and himself. He hated cleaning out the elder's dens and checking them for ticks everyday, he hated wearing his pawpads down to nubs whilst trekking across the moors looking for something out of the ordinary. Normally, nothing happened on patrols and they just ended up hunting and stocking up the prey pile.


    The grey tabby had spotted Ram on the outskirts of the camp, lazing around and looking almost as miserable and grumpy as himself. It was rare to find somebody who could rival Crabpaw's grumpiness, but staring at Ram was like looking into his own reflection, just a different color and coat type. He hesitated for a few moments, drifting between trying to approach Ram and then backing off, his pelt prickling uncomfortably at the thought of conversation. He finally broke through his shell, a first step in the right direction, approaching Ram with a matching indifferent expression.


    "Having fun laying here all by yourself?" The apprentice asked bluntly, ears flickering nonchalantly as he settled down at a comfortable distance away from Ram, but close enough to engage in some gross smalltalk. Crabpaw hated meeting people, it was awkward and he was almost as equally awkward, so it was never a fun time for all the people involved.

    Hiddenflame had just barely deposited her kill at the fresh-kill pile before making her way to the outskirts of camp for more fresh air when she noticed Crabpaw was speaking to a young tom she had seen around camp, but hadn't spoken to. Curious, the chocolate oriental padded up silently towards the pair, her emerald orbs darting across his pelt and her pink nostrils twitching as she scanned the stranger with polite interest. She came to a stop and gave a polite nod towards Crabpaw and Ram but stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt the apprentice who had already spoken.



    MORNINGFROST

    ❝But if there is no name to love, everything has changed❞

    TAGS & PLOT ☆彡the blue tabby didn't like small talk, only because he didn't like talking. it takes awhile for him to even like people, much less openly approach them. he didn't initiate conversations unless he had to, but he wasn't entirely opposed to the whole ordeal as his conscious liked to say he was. meeting people wasn't bad, but he was certainly no ivynose, or cowspots. he couldn't ever just be that- friendly. as it was, morningfrost simply hung off to the side, watching the group with curious evergreen oculars.

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    is he approaching me? ram would never admit it but he was panicking when he realized the grey tom was headed his way. oh shit. he thought grumpily; a weird bout of anxiety shook him but the woolly furred tom tried his best to suppress it, instead just staring miserably at the tom. when the other feline even went so far as to settle down and ask him a question, ram tried his best to play it cool. "i really am having a party over here it's just great." he murmured, licking down his unruly curled fur on his paw.


    "But you know what they say, two's a party." there was a playfulness in his voice, but lacing it was the woe he felt. sizing up the tom, ram cocked his head up chin high, watching the tom. he was kinda curious. "And what's your name?" ram was nonchalant at the moment, not his usual self, mostly from pure exhaustion. which was good because they'd probably be boxing by now another feline approached, and the woolly cat found himself feeling even more on edge before giving a leery look and saying, "And three's a crowd." he simpered a bit before catching eye of yet another cat nearby, before tilting his head up in a curt nod to the blue tabby tom.



    ram ! | "speech"

    Buzzardflight found himself standing near Morningfrost, looking over the others. It had been hard for him to get to know his clan mates before the lost of his hearing, now it was worse. He felt distant to them all but he was getting better at being a medicine cat. Maybe one day he would be better at communicating with his clan mates. "" .