BELIEVE IN THE WINDS OF CHANGE [ gentle ]

[scale]

☆ Scale's eyes were half-closed when she knew someone settled down next to her. Feathered ear twitched, head turning up to view her smaller friend- bushy and white-furred. Gentle was a constant in her life, ever since she arrived here after leaving her family behind. A friend who offered a smile when she needed it- and she did what she could in turn. Most prey caught was split between her and Gentle, leaving their hunger sated. Whichever leftover she caught went directly back to the Colony's youngest.

"Long day?" She chirped at him, eyes shifting back forward- languid paws stretched and a breath left her, eyes shifting to close moments later. The sun was setting, there was no gnawing aches of hunger at her stomach. Things were... okay, beyond the tension that lived outside of their little bubble. She knew that soon it would reach them. Soon, she'd have to participate. Put what fighting skill her father engrained into her to use for once.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I FEEL THE NIGHT LIKE ☆ A DRINK GOING DOWN

• "speech"
  // @GENTLE
  

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• SCALE she/her, colony cat, 30 moons.
  ☆ A SH/LH chimera cat who appears almost 'scaled', akin to a dragon. She is large and imposing with a dark pelt and glowering yellow/orange eyes.
  ☆ mentored by tba / mentoring no one
  ☆ siblings to tba
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GENTLE]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The snowy tom settles down beside Scale without much of a sound but she easily knows that someone has sat near her and his whiskers twitch in brief amusement. Her pelt dark like a night sky itself whilst his own takes after the moon and stars that scatter in the darkness, she has an easier time hunting than he does. The chimera could blend in with her surroundings while he stuck out like a sore thumb but he makes up for it with tracking and his fighting skills, at her question, his mind comes back from where it has originally drifted away only to blink his earthy eyes at her "Yeah... I needed to make sure Dove and Grace had a bite before the sun rests." A small smile forming on his face at the mention of his two littermates, he knew that they could handle themselves a lot of the time but the large tom couldn't help but worry. Especially with how things are going for the colony with Fray sick and growing weak, he wonders how much more life the old tom has in him even if it may be a morbid thought to dwell on.

"What about you? Anything exciting happen?" He finally asks her only to tilt his helm to the side and steal a glance at her noting how she seems at ease, it makes him feel just as relaxed. Of course, his questions are probably dumb since there isn't much excitement to have when the leaf-fall breeze only provides chills and soon enough it'll start to get cold enough that frost bites at the foliage and forms onto the ground. He knows that he might do a lot better in hunting when that day arrives especially since he'd blend easily into the snowy surroundings yet the downside is prey becoming more scarce and hibernating until newleaf. "Leaf-bare is going to be upon us soon..." Gentle mumbles rather dryly only to let his large paws shuffle awkwardly on the ground as he thinks about their situation once more and it causes his smile to falter.

I KNOW IM MADE OF CLAY THATS WORN 𓆩✦𓆪 BLINDED BY THE IMPERFECT FORM

• ooc —

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  WARRIOR SKILLS;
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
  HUNTING
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
  TRACKING
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
  COMBAT
  
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
  STEALTH
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
  STRATEGY
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✦ 28 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ demiromantic bisexual ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed

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[scale]

☆ Her head dips briefly as she receives the response from her friend, warmed at the thought that he was taking care of his siblings. He had a heart, something that Scale enjoyed about him. Her ear twitches as he continues to ask a question, and her vision shifted amongst the colony cats that were settling down together. There was so many of them these days, she wasn't sure how much longer this was going to continue before it broke. A frown crossed her face briefly. "Nothing really, no. Same old hunt-the-same-prey-as-someone-else bit." She breathes a sigh.

His mumble isn't unheard, but it goes unresponded to at first. Her eyes are scanning their colony-mates still, her paws pressing to cooling ground. "It'll be here before we know it." She finally agrees after a long few moments of silence. Her eyes shifted, turning towards the star-pelted tom beside her. "You'll keep us all warm, right, Gentle?" She teases quietly, a smile on her features that lilts towards a smirk at best.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I FEEL THE NIGHT LIKE ☆ A DRINK GOING DOWN

• "speech"
  

• 

• SCALE she/her, colony cat, 30 moons.
  ☆ A SH/LH chimera cat who appears almost 'scaled', akin to a dragon. She is large and imposing with a dark pelt and glowering yellow/orange eyes.
  ☆ mentored by tba / mentoring no one
  ☆ siblings to tba
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.