❝ CRY POWER ❞ A cool wind brushed through the young traitor's fur as he stood silently under the winter moon. Paws skimming over the top layer of the snow each step he took. He walked on long, sand colored sticks known as legs not in any specific direction. Just anywhere to think and to take some time to himself. He was tired and wanted some time away from working. He was always working, never willing to take a break and spend time with himself. Never willing to take a break and just relax and listen to the silence that the night offered. Never willing to just sit and think. No, Slowhand was always overworking himself, even if he was injured, sick, and dying he would continue to overwork himself.
It wasn't a secret that the young man was stressed, tired, anxious, scared, and all around just angry. He was mad about what he did, but he didn't regret it. But he also wondered, more often than not, if he should've taken Caledon's offer and stayed in Bloodclan, working his way back up from scum back to his previous rank as a guard. Was it worth it? Well, in his eyes, yes. Betraying everyone he knew and loved just to help at least some people was worth it. Anyone with even one person that cared about them was far more important than he. Anyone was more important than him, anyone was more worthy of living than he. He was scum, and he knew it. Maybe he was someone special in another person's eyes, but to himself, he was worse than scum. He deserved to die. He knew what he was getting into though, and he had to stick with his actions. Despite not being entirely happy with himself.
So it came as no surprise when the man stood in the silence of the night, staring down at the invisible boarder. His light green optics, appearing like a dark olive color in the shadows of the night were narrowed down at the dead grass and snow beneath his paws. So. This is what he was doing. No, he didn't plan on leaving permanently, just taking some time for himself. He would happily return to Darkclan when he thought he had worked his way back up to being worthy enough to be in their presence. With a firm nod the young man raised a paw hesitantly and pressed past the boarder. It took only seconds for something much larger than he to barrel into his side, knocking the breath out of him and sending him and his attacker down a slope.
So, was this his end? The sand colored tom wasn't so sure himself as he stared out the bars of a small, cramped cage. He felt so numb as he jostled and shifted along with the monster he resided in. Green eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the dim lights of streetlamps pass outside the windows of the van and past the metal bars of his cage. Other animals trapped within their own confines barked and screamed for an escape. Paws and teeth forcing their ways out of their prisons from between the vertical poles that separated them from the world.
With a tired sigh the man, turning around in his seated position curled into himself at the back of the cage. He didn't know where he was going, but he felt no fear. He had faced down beasts before, and this situation was all the same. He had faced down dogs thrice his size before. Why should he fear this? The traitor couldn't help but wonder if he was going to die though. He had no reason to fear this, this situation, compared to others he had faced was nothing but a joke. Closing his green eyes he clenched his jaws and silent whimpers slipped past his jaws, blood streaming down from his blinded eye and now missing left ear into his mouth, and staining his fangs. Is this my end?
//TA-DAAAA, I fell inactive with him so I figured I'd just toss him in the trash right now, of course it's only temporary. He'll come back, possibly here for a quick visit and then right back to Bloodclan. I don't know how long he'll be gone, maybe a couple of weeks or something, idk we'll see.
ALSO, I didn't feel like writing how he got picked up by people but he was attacked by a rogue or something who tore off his left ear and blinded him in that same eye. Then he was found by some people and now he's being taken away without a care by them if he bleeds out in the back of their van or not. Just don't worry he'll be back. I'm sorry I didn't feel like writing in the fight or him getting found by the people, I'm bad at writing fighting, I need practice
Ummm, your character can say they saw blood or something and smelled a rogue and Sloe's scents together and maybe find his ear if you want,,,,,lmao, but yea, he's gone for now