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He had found himself wandering from his littermates as his paws carry him away from their watchful eyes and a part of him is relieved to know that their eyes don't see the way that he seems to be struggling, he's meant to be the eldest and the strongest. Their protector yet he feels as if he has grown sick within the last moon and he can't help but hate this feeling of vulnerablity, he feels as if they may notice it, and how his strength seems to waver ever so slightly and how exhaustion seems to pull at his large body. A huff slips from his scruffy jaws as clouds of ivory curl around his maw as if it were smoke, he'd continue to push around his weight until it killed him, and his littermates are well aware of that surely.
He's caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn't necessarily realize just how far he has gone and his tattered ears twitch, his large helm tilting as he catches the scent of another cat and the mountainous tom lowers himself enough to blend against the snow. He carefully creeps onward until he brushes against the bark of a tree where he could, at least, attempt to hide the collar that clings to his throat and his pupils narrow as he detects movement that causes the frostbitten foliage to shift. He expected a scrap of prey to scramble out but instead, a rather wobbly cat seems to stumble forward and didn't catch sight of him yet... they seem to be searching like him.
Unbeknownst to him, they are two entirely different things that they search for and he's prepared to turn the other way until he catches scent of something that causes his own pelt to bristle. It's ashen pelt already coming into view from his good eye as he stays completely still with bated breath, it didn't seem to notice him as its more focused on the charcoal toned pelt, and Shep prepares for the worst. He takes a step back so he could have a chance of returning to his littermates unscathed but his large paw causes a pathetic twig to snap underneath its weight and he can't help but grimace as a low breath escapes him "Shit..."
The bobcat immediately bristles as a growl slips out from its jaws and Shepherd finds himself stuck in a situation that he never wanted to find himself in especially in his current state of being sick, he supposes that he could save himself and maybe leave the scrap of fur behind to fend on their own... but when they made brief eye contact, Shep found that whatever is wrong with him had turnt him into a bit of a bleeding heart. The large wildcat lifted a large paw in an attempt to swipe at the small soul but Shep moves as swift as he can, he could feel the way that claws met skin, and his teeth grits as he shields the stranger from harm.
He could feel blood dropping in plump rivulets onto the ground and staining the snow underneath them, the sepia tomcat baring his teeth at the bobcat before sparing a quick glance at the other cat "Do you know how to fight?" A part of him silently pleads that they do or he'd have to really push himself for this fight, his own claws outstretch and swipe across the muzzle of the bobcat causing it to stumble back in pain and surprise.
He's caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn't necessarily realize just how far he has gone and his tattered ears twitch, his large helm tilting as he catches the scent of another cat and the mountainous tom lowers himself enough to blend against the snow. He carefully creeps onward until he brushes against the bark of a tree where he could, at least, attempt to hide the collar that clings to his throat and his pupils narrow as he detects movement that causes the frostbitten foliage to shift. He expected a scrap of prey to scramble out but instead, a rather wobbly cat seems to stumble forward and didn't catch sight of him yet... they seem to be searching like him.
Unbeknownst to him, they are two entirely different things that they search for and he's prepared to turn the other way until he catches scent of something that causes his own pelt to bristle. It's ashen pelt already coming into view from his good eye as he stays completely still with bated breath, it didn't seem to notice him as its more focused on the charcoal toned pelt, and Shep prepares for the worst. He takes a step back so he could have a chance of returning to his littermates unscathed but his large paw causes a pathetic twig to snap underneath its weight and he can't help but grimace as a low breath escapes him "Shit..."
The bobcat immediately bristles as a growl slips out from its jaws and Shepherd finds himself stuck in a situation that he never wanted to find himself in especially in his current state of being sick, he supposes that he could save himself and maybe leave the scrap of fur behind to fend on their own... but when they made brief eye contact, Shep found that whatever is wrong with him had turnt him into a bit of a bleeding heart. The large wildcat lifted a large paw in an attempt to swipe at the small soul but Shep moves as swift as he can, he could feel the way that claws met skin, and his teeth grits as he shields the stranger from harm.
He could feel blood dropping in plump rivulets onto the ground and staining the snow underneath them, the sepia tomcat baring his teeth at the bobcat before sparing a quick glance at the other cat "Do you know how to fight?" A part of him silently pleads that they do or he'd have to really push himself for this fight, his own claws outstretch and swipe across the muzzle of the bobcat causing it to stumble back in pain and surprise.
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PLEASE, LET HIM BE SOFT AND LET HIM BE MINE
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SHEPHERDWANDERING LONER
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM & IT/ITSx"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.