LOVING MAN || sight loss

        ^{"So, someone finally break it to me. Will I able be able to see out of this eye again?"}

^{He had asked the question multiple times over the past couple of days, he was meant with dodged responses usually and sometimes he was event blatantly ignored. He was still sore from the fight and the pain had died down enough to where he could slowly move without it flaring up, his face had to hideous claw scratches still running sideways down his face. His beautiful, handsome face was ruined. It didn't really bother Berylbreeze, but sometimes it was funny to think that he had been born a show cat. A toy for twolegs. The mere thought of him ever being a tom whose main job in the world was to sit still and look pretty for some vile twolegs made him snort.}

^{But anyways, his true concern right now was his eye.}

^{Though he wasn't showing it, he was scared... Scared of not being able to see out of it again. The thought frightened him and cats probably were more aware of that then he thought considering he wasn't getting told.}

^{It really was scary... to think that he might lose half of his vision.}

^{Finally someone must have began to feel bad due to all of the cold shoulders he was getting. And simply yet quietly they told him "No."}

^{The word echoed in his head for what felt like minutes and he found himself frozen in his seat. He had began to realize that... that had most likely been the answer but now that he had actually been told it?}

^No.

^{He'd live like this for the rest of his life.}

^{Instead of sadness, anger instead consumed him. His white pelt began to bristle and without a word he slowly got up from his nest and ambled out of the medicine cats den to find a place to sit down in the fresh air. He'd blow if he kept laying down and resting, blow. It stung a little to move, but it'd probably hurt him even more to stay in there and begin to yell at the top of his lungs. Why did constant shit have to happen to him? His real mother left him, his caregivers died, half of his siblings were dead both adopted and real, Minnowkit was born dead, for StarClan's sake! Could he not get a break? When were they going to show him some mercy?}

^{Was StarClan really real? For all he knew it was just a queens tale. He had been fed it as a kit and believed it, never before had he seen anything that promoted the fact the starry cats in the sky are real.}

^{As he set down he felt his long sharp claws dig into the earth below him, his facial expression was neutral but given the way his fur bristled he was clearly not the happiest. Though from a distance he spots a small puddle within camp, it had rained lightly last night... and though Beryl knew he shouldn't Beryl gave into temptation and stood at the edge of the puddle and looked right into it. To stare at his now rather repulsive, in his eyes, face.}

^{"Dang I'm ugly."}

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^{Large white ears curve back at the sound of approaching paw-steps, a single golden eye moves to look at Hurricanegaze and he lets out a small snort. He supposed? Maybe? He wasn't sure if he'd describe himself as mysterious but if other cats seen him that way he'd take it. It was better then getting glanced at and immediately said cat would grimace and look away. "Hmm... I suppose." The large warrior would shrug. But then a small chuckle of amusement would escape from his maw, "Well I'll take anything over being ugly. Maybe once I'm an elder I can tell over exaggerated stories to kits about how it happened, I can be that elder." He muses with a purr. "Still, sucks being partially blind now. I dunno how I'm going to adjust to it but I suppose we'll see in time..."}

^{He spots Breezepaw a little bit away from him, and a small smile grows on his face. The kid must have been worried about him huh? Probably wasn't the most settling thing hearing your mentor come into camp screaming and hollering in pain. "Hey kid."}

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