Camp WindClan IF IT'S YOU WHO'S DOWN THE LINE | GLADE

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
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BEETLE, 26 moons / WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER
A lanky, awkward black tom with white markings and forest green eyes.
Mate to Glade.
. . . a friendly yet cautious type, loyal almost to a fault, though not without his flaws - a selfish undertone and low impulse control.
Tagging @Glade

It is the evening of this so-called meeting that Dusty - Dustystar - held. Around this makeshift camp, cats are still licking their wounds, reuniting with their loved ones, and grieving the ones that did not make it. The air is thick with sorrow, something that Beetle is cursed to pick up on strongly. It manifests in him through prickled fur, shifty eyes and a wary demeaner. It's all he can do to stick by Glade's side, practically glued to her fur, as he observes the sad and confusing scene.

"I miss the barn,"
he complains lightly, shivering as a breeze rolls through - just to accentuate his sentiment. Beetle shifts his weight and wraps his tail around the rosetted molly, resting his chin on the dip between her shoulder-blades. Glade is the only constant in his life, he realizes sadly, now that he's been pushed from the only stability he's ever known.
"I miss.. when things made sense.."



 
Beetle didn't always adjust to change well at the start, but it made sense in their case. They had settled for the first time in a long period of traveling where they believed they found their forever home and lost it. A place where they believed they could start their new life and start their own family, where they would be loved and cared for by all that resided in the barn. He sticks to her side similar to the leaves that clung to her coat during her travels whenever she passed through undergrowth and brushes, yet she has no qualms about his 'clinginess.' Oh, she loved everything about the black and white tom that she could never find anything at fault about him. His sleek tail wraps around her as she snuggles her chin on his forepaws as his chin rests on her back, listening to the heaving of each breath that he took.
"I miss it too, but I'm just glad that we've made it out. I don't know what I would do without you."


Glade murmurs softly as her long, plumed tail wraps around her side as she listens to his words. Everything that they've been told in the past few days made no sense to anything they've ever known, and everything they've known for months had suddenly been pulled from underneath their feet.
"I do too. We'll get through this together, like we always do. Isn't that right, Beet?"
The rosetted molly would state after a moment as a gentle smile creases her lips. As long as Beetle was at her side, she believed that she could take on anything in the world and they could figure anything and everything out. It was all she needed in this world that forever shifted and changed unexpectedly; he was her moon. The moon would always be there, much like her beloved that gently sought comfort in her long coat.