{$title} TW for kitting and mentions of death
BATGLOOM
'cause it feels like I've been living upside down
He has been feeling restless today. Even more so than he usually did since he settled into the nursery about a moon ago. He's still not used to spending most of his days in camp. Sometimes he feels like he needs to do something to make up for not being there for his mate. Logically he knows it's not his fault his mate died, but… he often feels like he should have been there. If he had been, Shiveringsong might still be alive today.
A searing hot pain moves through his body. Does it mean it's time? Are his kits coming now? Another wave of pain hits him. It's best he gets to Jinglemoon or Rainpaw now. Hopefully one of them is in the medicine cat's den. He carefully gets on his paws, his sides heaving. Moving around has become a lot more exhausting than it used to be. He also isn't as fast or agile anymore. It's a good thing that the way to the medicine cat's den isn't far. Still, it's exhausting and his steps are heavy. "Jinglemoon? Rainpaw?" He asks, when he enters the medicine cat's den. "I think my kits are coming now." He lies down on his side again. Shuffling his limbs around until he found a some semblance of a comfortable position. Now more than ever he wishes Shiveringsong would still be here, that he could meet their kits. He knows Shiveringsong would be happy about them having a family. He would have been good father, he's sure about. He hopes he watches them from Starclan now. His breath goes heavy as another contraction hits him.
A searing hot pain moves through his body. Does it mean it's time? Are his kits coming now? Another wave of pain hits him. It's best he gets to Jinglemoon or Rainpaw now. Hopefully one of them is in the medicine cat's den. He carefully gets on his paws, his sides heaving. Moving around has become a lot more exhausting than it used to be. He also isn't as fast or agile anymore. It's a good thing that the way to the medicine cat's den isn't far. Still, it's exhausting and his steps are heavy. "Jinglemoon? Rainpaw?" He asks, when he enters the medicine cat's den. "I think my kits are coming now." He lies down on his side again. Shuffling his limbs around until he found a some semblance of a comfortable position. Now more than ever he wishes Shiveringsong would still be here, that he could meet their kits. He knows Shiveringsong would be happy about them having a family. He would have been good father, he's sure about. He hopes he watches them from Starclan now. His breath goes heavy as another contraction hits him.
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KEY:
"speech"
'thoughts'
physical interactions
attacks
"other character's speech"
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Batgloom is a large, longhaired black tom with white spots on his legs and white freckles, one blind, pale green eye and one missing eye and a scarred pelt. He usually tends to be quiet and keeps to himself. While he is often perceived as cold and tends to push others away, he is deeply loyal and wants to protect those close to them. He prefers it if things are in order.
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Riverclan Warrior
71 moons, ages every 23rd
transmale (he/him)
peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed
