His paws trace through the wet fields as they head towards Fourtrees. His head is tucked down, ears held slightly backwards and his paws moving like he was swimming in mud. Well, that's how it felt, anyways. He truthfully was moving at the same speed as everyone else, even if he felt like it was worse then it actually was. A breath leaves him, eyes turning to glance back at his patrol mates. He offers a smile, one that dredges up aching warmth for him too, and he continues forward.
Fourtrees comes into sight like a flashlight in a bad storm- hah, get it? Relief takes him over as he spies moss crawling over the trunks of the trees towering high above them, and he takes a moment to lean against the tree and just... breath it in. A good night's rest is coming to him soon, he knows it. "Keep an ear out for any of th' other clans, but for right now, I'm here for this stuff." He meows, then turns his attention towards gathering moss for his nest. And.. and definitely other cat's nests as well. 100%. Mhm.
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// PROMPT: Goldenroar is aching for a good nest again. It's clear he's (playfully, but still) selfishly lead the patrol to Fourtrees to collect moss that's halfway decent. For him, and the rest of camp too. @Solacewhisper and @Molewhisker and @Dandelionpaw but no need to wait!
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GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
☆ older brother to merry
☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)