Camp WC guys like us // wheatwhistle

[Ravenmask]

Ravenmask was not the oldest cat in WindClan.

And yet, somehow, he was the only elder. Funny how that worked out.

He stretched in the cold morning air, yawning as he looked about the camp. Ravenmask wouldn't say he was lonely, but he did sometimes miss the company of cats his age.

He padded up to Wheatwhistle, nudging his shoulder gently.

"How's the cold feelin' for ya, old-timer?"

___________________ UPHILL IN THE SNOW ☆ BOTH WAYS ___________________

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  Tagging: @wheatwhistle
  
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• RAVENMASK he/him, windclan elder, 93 moons.
  ☆ White and black tom with smoky stripes, bright green eyes, and a twisted back paw.
  ☆ brother of Mallowfeather
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline when attacking/physically interacting
  ☆ penned by plot ↛ plot_twists on discord, feel free to dm for interacts.

 

[wheatwhistle]

(★) wheatwhistle likes being a warrior. it gives his body a purpose, his mind a distraction away from the loss and grief he drowns in. still, he cannot help but notice the way he's been lagging behind recently, the way the chill has sunk into his bones, making him unmotivated to move from his nest. more often than not, he finds himself eyeing ravenmask's cozy den, the way the younger tom stretches and relaxes in the early leaf-bare sun. as if he knows he's being watched, the black and white tom glances over, and wheatwhistle will raise his tail in greeting, purring as the other man approaches. "mornin'," he rumbles. "ah, th' cold's got its claws in m'bones, as always," shaking a paw out, the man sighs. "i ain't what i used to be, raven."

dual hued eyes flick across the other man's pelt, noting the sleekness, the well rested look in the green gaze. "elder life been treatin' you well, friend?" a paw lifts to draw across his face, smoothing the ruffled fur. above, the pale sun shines a meager warmth down upon the rusty pelted man, and he fluffs his fur to soak it in. "i'm almost envious o' you, but the moor calls me, y'know?"

DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE

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  WHEATWHISTLE ⏾ tags / toyhouse
  
  ⏾ cis tom (he / him) / bisexual, widower of CHICKEN
  ⏾ 111 moons old, ages realistically
  ⏾ warrior of windclan
  ⏾ sibling to ALDER
  ⏾ grandfather to DUSTYSTAR
  ⏾ mentoring NONE / mentored by none
  ⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.

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[Ravenmask]

RAVENMASK
HE/HIM
95 MOONS
WINDCLAN ELDER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Ravenmask tilted his head back and forth, working out a little kink in his neck.

"Ah, yeah, cold's achin' on all of us, I think. You 'n me especially," he meowed with a chuckle. "Ain't easy growin' older- though I know I don't need t' tell you that!" He looks over Wheatwhistle's exhausted countenance, flicking his tail in sympathy.

"Elder life's been swell," he mused. "Not always the life I imagined settling into, but I supposed I imagined my life would be spent in that old hayloft 'til the day I no longer graced the fields." He nodded to Wheatwhistle's comment - a shield against the undoubtable discussion Ravenmask would bring to him.

"Ah, the call of the wind is hard t' ignore, for certain," he agreed. "That being said, there's no shame in finding a different purpose. If you find the moors are no longer as kind to you as they once were." He paused.

"And it's not like I never leave - young Meadowpaw showed me the hot springs a few moons back, and I'll head there from time to time for a nice little jaunt."

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