Private 'CAUSE I'M STILL HANGING AROUND

[DRIFTINGSUN]

Driftingsun is cold. There is no sun here, unlike his name which reflects that. It's gray outside, and darkening quick. Honestly, he had just been wandering. The warrior did not intend to be this far out of the territory, but yet, it's what he's dealing with now. Soft purples are narrowed as he's walking back to the edge of the territory, picking back to a route that will be the easier- and perhaps warmest- on his body to head back to camp. His head is full of thoughts. Ones that reflect towards the general state of things in camp. The way that things have developed since, well, the colonies.

Driftingsun yawns a moment later. His body is cold, he reflects. That's a bad thing. He considers picking up the pace to head back to camp, but he decides against it. Spending energy quicker wasn't going to help him. He curses his thick fur. It wasn't thick enough, clearly, and stepping in snow over and over again is just going to-

There's a snap. Purple eyes widen, head turning on a swivel as he crouches lower. His belly soaks into the snow, and he frowns deeply. Something stepped on a branch and snapped it, he thinks. Ears swivel to and fro, trying to catch anything from the creature. Breathing, or scent. The wind changes and shifts, and he catches the scent. Yes, it's a cat, alright. Driftingsun could probably manage a scuffle if it came to it, but he's aware he's unprotected out here. Past the border. Driftingsun swallows lightly. "Who's there?" He questions quietly. His voice is neutral, neither sharp or warm.

He must be smart. He must be patient.

_______________________ WHO DO YOU NEED? ☼ WHO DO YOU LOVE? _______________________

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  // @SHEPHERD
  

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• DRIFTINGSUN he/them, thunderclan warrior, fifty three moons.
  ☆ a blue cream charcoal rosette torbie x chocolate solid chimera with low white and unnatural soft purple eyes. of average height but incredibly long, with a winding-esque body and a soft smile.
  ☆ mentored by no one / mentoring no one
  ☆ no siblings or parents played
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by laevatein ↛ laevatein_arx8 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ ref image by laevatein (yours truly!)

 

[SHEPHERD]

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His heavy paws carry him forward as he walks through freshly fallen snow, he listens to the way it seems to crunch underneath the weight of his paws, and all he can think about is the uncomfortable churn of his stomach. The last thing that he needed was to be sick during what felt like the harshest winter, he couldn't afford to get his littermates sick either, and the thought alone makes his tattered ears twitch with frustration that he held towards himself. He'd still shift around his weight and try to provide where he can despite this uneasy feeling that makes his insides twist, the need to get rid of whatever is in his belly despite not having eaten all that much, and he can feel his appetite becoming nonexistent. Anything that managed to fall in his path, he would give to his twin or one of his younger littermates.

Shepherd's ears angle forward as he pauses momentarily to see if he could hear anything that may be scampering about and a strange scent is carried by the breeze to him. An offering of sorts. His pale fur helps him blend against the snow as he draws closer making sure that he's downwind from whoever it is that he just smelled nearby. Unfortunately, the weight that he has been putting on without his knowing causes him to misstep and a twig crunches beneath a large paw. He expects to hear the hurried pawsteps of something getting away but instead he's greeted by a neutral voice that questions who is there. The sepia tomcat could easily trace his steps back and turn the other way but curiosity and caution twine themselves together as he takes a few steps forward.

The behemoth of a feline pushes past the frost covered foliage that barely holds itself together with feeble twigs and frostbitten leaves, he stands casting a shadow that seems bigger than him and his dark eyes focus onto the bicolored pelt of Driftingsun only to fix his half-blind gaze on his rather odd eyes. His whiskers twitch as he holds his ground and the paw that drags against the snow is forced to press the numb pads against the powder white under him. He could answer the lost soul but Shep isn't kind to anyone unless it's his family, he doesn't care for other rogues or wherever the tabby had crawled out from.

"You seem lost." He states at last deciding not to answer who he is just yet, he isn't foolish, and if there's going to potentially be a scuffle between himself and the stranger. There wouldn't be any point in niche introductions or pseudo friendliness... if it came to a fight that is.

PLEASE, LET HIM BE SOFT AND LET HIM BE MINE

SHEPHERD

WANDERING LONER
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM & IT/ITS​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a mountainous tom with a silvery sepia pelt with several scars littered on his body from battles and a permanent limp leg that is coiled by scarred tissue that was caused by a monster striking him. he has a pair of earthy toned eyes and cannot see that well from one of them, his ears are tattered, and bears a vreccale collar around his throat with some of the sharp ends having grown dull over time.
brother of of mistletoe, shake, and flurry; ex-mate to gasoline

upon first meeting, shep isn't the friendliest nor the warmest cat to meet. he's large tom with scars littered all over his body, half blind, and he isn't keen on taking chances with strangers. he has a permanent limp that oftentimes gives him trouble and had been received by his recent run-in with a monster. he can put weight onto it but its visibly weaker than his other front limb and will knuckle/drag on the ground if he isn't putting weight on it.