Open WindClan COBRA = [ first night and watch ]

[GOLDENROAR]

{$title} staged just after the camp arrival thread, but before sunrise!

While he had volunteered for this, he was halfway hoping it would be a solo mission, staying up with his eyes narrowed towards the horizon, but Dusty was awake with him. He was sure not everyone was asleep, and while he had abandoned his normal good-natured personality for something more serious in this trying time, he wasn't about to use that as an excuse to be sour towards the self-proclaimed leader. Every now and again he had glanced towards her, trying to get a read on her specifically.

He knew of her personality, but they normally operated in opposite halves of the barn, different social circles. Well, if we're going to be playing for the same team... Goldy considers how best to open his mouth and talk to her, but it's rough-going. He isn't always the best with words, except for when he's filled with adrenaline from some threat. A breath leaves him, eyes shifting away then back. "Look. I think we got off on the wrong foot, yeah?" Goldy starts. "Not just who cats say I am." He managed, vision staring towards the grasses. He had been clearly thinking about that withering look since he received it.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

• "speech"
  // talking to @Dusty but no need to wait!
  

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• GOLDY he/him, to-be-windclanner, thirty three moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hayloft.]

IT'S RAINING, IT'S POURING

MY EYES, OH, THEY'RE STORMY

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hayloft & 10 moons & polygender & any pronouns & barncat

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─ ─ Hayloft cannot sleep.

It's nothing strange in of itself, they supose, but tonight is... different. In the aftermath, with visions of flickering flame, the scent of smoke and fire and— stomach churns, cutting off that thought abruptly with a wooden swallow. In the aftermath - in a strange place, far from everything Hayloft has ever called home, sleep eveades them more then ever.

Long tail rests against their muzzle, masking the flicker of copper eyes, only half-lidded in their feigned sleep, the rise and fall of their chest carefully measured to try and soothe, for all that it does little to steel their nerves. They've settled far away from the others, on the outskirts of the makeshift camp - preferring their own solitude to the discomforting press of bodies against their own. Voices drift, and keen ears pick them up easily - a conversation the teen is sure isnt meant for them, but one they listen to anyways. Curiosity has always gotten the better of them.

' Not just who cats say I am '

They wonder what that means — Hayloft has awlways kept to themselves after all, only interacting with the kits and queens when necessar, aboiding most of the adults in their skittishness. Goldy is as strange and foreignto them as Dusty - just another name, another face, that they do not know - that they aren't sure they want to. And yet-

And yet, they still listen, ear twitching.

─ actions & "

speech

" & 'thoughts / qoutes'​

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( I DON'T WANNA LEAVE THIS BED )

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[Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDusty sighs, a little more sharply than she had meant to. She was worrying about this - about Goldy trying to strike up a conversation with her. Dusty isn't exactly in a friend making mood. But Goldy is right - maybe she hasn't been fair to him. Despite that, she still feels compelled to tell him off. Now that she doesn't have anything to but sit and watch, reality is beginning to set in. She misses her Meemaw. Goldy's voice is like salt in the wound of her grieving heart, to no fault of his own. Still, Dusty makes an effort to push back her annoyance and see him as he is now.

indentStories of torrid love affairs spread the farthest, but surely that can't be the only thing he gets up to. Goldy must spend his time with something else, less tantalizing to spread around as rumor. "You're right. I'm sorry." She avoids looking at his face. "We all need to get along, now. Won't make it otherwise."

Dustystar - 25 moons - Windclan Leader