As dawn broke over the territories once again, the pale pink rays touched a black and white figure moving through the construction site at the edge of SkyClan's territory. Occasionally, the figure would pause and touch the dewy ground with a muzzle grey with age, as if he was pressing the earth for answers. He wove between sleeping monsters, his slow gait a suggestion that the stationary creatures didn't bother him. Though not a lie, a sharp-eyed cat would be able to pick out the stiffness in his bones, and the heavy limp that prevented a quicker pace.
Every now and then, the feline would prick a remaining ear, the other a tattered mess, and glance around the area with dim amber eyes. His furtive movements were an indication that he knew not to be here, on other cats' territory, and yet he was nonetheless. As the sky brightened, the sunlight would catch on angry red claw marks tracing across the old cat's patchy pelt and muzzle, and on one particularly nasty bite wound near the back of his neck. He had narrowly escaped death very recently, though his caution was a suggestion that he suspected that the cats who had attacked him were still close by, but perhaps unwilling to cross the very same scent marks onto clan territory that he had disregarded in his flight.
The old tom paused next to a fallen tree, its corpse already half torn away and gutted, and lifted his tail as if to scent mark it. He did not. Though the scent was somewhat familiar, he knew that his own scent would not be welcomed here. It was clear from the strong border marks that SkyClan was still around, despite the abandoned camp, and he knew that no cat would recognise him to welcome him back. After all, it had been fourteen years since Theodore had last set foot on SkyClan land, and that had been to leave in search of so-called greener pastures.
He snorted to himself at the foolish idea, his breath lifting plumes of dust from the twolegs' destruction. He may have lived a long life, but from the pink scars tracing his pelt and the new scratches stinging his flesh, life had certainly been hard. After fifteen years of life on this earth, Theodore had achieved nothing except memories of groups that had long since been disbanded or exterminated, and ending up on SkyClan land once again, however accidental it may have been (for he had not known how close he truly was to it), was nothing more than a kick in the teeth.
The old tom had nothing to offer the clan in exchange for shelter, as was obvious from his hollowed out frame and wounds, old and fresh, yet he had nowhere else to be. He slumped down next to a pile of some shiny twoleg material and closed his eyes. SkyClan would find him and they would have to kill him, for he had no more strength to keep on moving. He had been foolish to ever leave in the first place.
/hey, guys! this is theodore tormenta, a character i originally played back in 2014/15 who was born in bloodclan but then moved to skyclan to get away from all the chaos! he left skyclan a little after his warrior ceremony with a friend of his to join another clan but neither of them made it that far! since 2015 i played him infrequently in smaller (extended) groups and he fell inactive in 2018 when i left the site! i'm hoping to get active on the site again and made the decision to put beat up old theodore in traditional skyclan since he was still kicking. i'll be disregarding all of his history that doesn't fit the rules of traditional roleplay, but the rest of it will still apply, which is why he's in such a state. :0
"go out and start again" & TAGS
