(★) his discussion with ravenmask has haunted him for the past few days as he goes about his patrols and hunts. he knows his clanmates have noticed the stumblin', the clumsy paws and tired eyes. wheatwhistle is old, the oldest cat in the clan by a good few moons, and yet he persists in his warriorhood despite it all, washin' away the memories with work. he's sure dustystar has noticed as well, although no one on her council has called him out for his slowness. still, each time he comes home from patrol, he finds his joints achin' a bit more, his muscles tremblin' with effort. it may be time for the old man to sheathe his claws and cozy up in the elders' den. he hates that thought.
pausin' at the entrance to his granddaughter's den, the man sighs, closin' his eyes briefly. if chicken were here, or alder, they'd have scolded him into retirin' long ago. now, all he's got is dusty, and the friendship of the black and white tom who'd poked him gently into submission. "dusty?" he calls, voice rusty and rumbling. bid enter, he ducks under the low hanging branches and finds the slate hued she-cat. "heya kiddo, wanted to talk 'bout somethin'," dual colored eyes blink gently, and the man settles softly beside his granddaughter. "i was talkin' to ravenmask and... well y'know how my joints have been achin' and all... i'm not the cat i used to be," he hasn't been since alder and chicken had passed. "i'm hopin' to retire to the elder's den." it comes out quickly, and the tomcat lowers his gaze, ashamed. "i don' know if i can be a warrior anymore."
pausin' at the entrance to his granddaughter's den, the man sighs, closin' his eyes briefly. if chicken were here, or alder, they'd have scolded him into retirin' long ago. now, all he's got is dusty, and the friendship of the black and white tom who'd poked him gently into submission. "dusty?" he calls, voice rusty and rumbling. bid enter, he ducks under the low hanging branches and finds the slate hued she-cat. "heya kiddo, wanted to talk 'bout somethin'," dual colored eyes blink gently, and the man settles softly beside his granddaughter. "i was talkin' to ravenmask and... well y'know how my joints have been achin' and all... i'm not the cat i used to be," he hasn't been since alder and chicken had passed. "i'm hopin' to retire to the elder's den." it comes out quickly, and the tomcat lowers his gaze, ashamed. "i don' know if i can be a warrior anymore."
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WHEATWHISTLE ⏾ tags / toyhouse
⏾ cis tom (he / him) / bisexual, widower ofCHICKEN
⏾ 111 moons old, ages realistically
⏾ warrior of windclan
⏾ sibling toALDER
⏾ 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.