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The snow was lessening. Finally, some relief.

Sun-blind as he was, snow to Moonpaw was something cursed; it reflected the sunlight into his eyes, paining him even behind the safety of his closed eyelids, making him stumble in a daze as he tried to find some shade. At least the Ians had the sense to take refuge in a cave, where Moonpaw could see more clearly than he ever could in Kelra's forested camp. But caves were dead ends, should blackbloods come in and attack them. Caves also didn't attract prey.

Stumbling, plagued with sun-inflicted migraines, and starving, Moonpaw had slipped away. Not even Peachpaw would be knowing where he went.

Maybe the outside world had better prey.

Days passed by in lonesome silence. Whatever he did manage to catch was rotten on the inside, bleeding black sludge onto the snowy fields. And yet the darkness was easier to focus on than the white around him. Why was the only thing he could see so vile? So blackened and decayed? He'd assumed that his own black blood was a gift from someone unknown. It had been a sign for him to adapt to his purpose and get his friends and family under control. But was this what it meant, really? That he was cursed?

--

A rat dropped silently onto the ground. More black, thick blood. The snow was fading, yes, but he could still make out the blackblood more than anything. He gritted his teeth and dug his claws into the hard, cold soil as his fur stood up against his spine with anger. Why couldn't he find anything to eat?! He would starve. More importantly, his family would starve. Peachpaw would starve.

"We're all going to die," he breathed out, knowing nothing living was around to care when he let tears prick at his eyelids. "Maybe I was meant to die. Maybe this black blood is a mistake and I'm supposed to join you guys. But I know that the clanners didn't do anything to deserve this."

The tears rolled down his cheeks and splattered against the frozen grass.

"I have more in common with you than I do with my entire family. Is that all we are?" He drew in a sharp breath and stared down at the lifeless rat, as if expecting an answer. "Two blackbloods waiting to rot?"

--

When he came back through Brena's border, back to the cave he now called home, the scolding went in one ear and out the other. He'd be grounded; he'd be held back from graduating; he'd have to be watched, now, to make sure he wouldn't sneak off again. The threats turned to static in his brain as he stared ahead with blind, blank eyes.

He knew what he was, now.

moonpaw comes back from a week of thankless hunting.

MOONPAW'S BACK BABEYYYYYYY

and with that, i will make moonpaw my only gb character. i'm sorry to all those expecting a bigger announcement- i just don't have the energy for multiple cats in this group rn. i've been here since before the opening day, as an admin and then as a co-owner and then as the sole owner, and now i'm just an old veteran looking to rest my bones, lol

hatchling- the stress of leading the rosebloods, a too-small rebel movement that couldn't possibly withstand starvation on top of it all, made hatchling understand that he can never be happy here. he is old and ver'aeth will be calling him soon; he flees for better lands to live out his golden rosen years. he catches up with a band of loners he met once before; darkwatcher, tidecrash, whitethroat, and sableback- whose father he killed to finally put all three of feather's murderers under the ground.
here, there is no war.
here, he is happy.

morning- being made into an npc until i can give their arc the closure it deserves ;w; xe're my oldest character here so xe require a big bang, ya dig

dance'la- ...is dead lmao, starved because i didn't do makeup hunts. their passing was the main thing that made me realize i had to take the rest of my cats out.

parsnipdew- was never in the group and will be reused someday! still like her personality and design. maybe an adoptable or something more? :3c

Description

The snow was lessening. Finally, some relief.

Sun-blind as he was, snow to Moonpaw was something cursed; it reflected the sunlight into his eyes, paining him even behind the safety of his closed eyelids, making him stumble in a daze as he tried to find some shade. At least the Ians had the sense to take refuge in a cave, where Moonpaw could see more clearly than he ever could in Kelra's forested camp. But caves were dead ends, should blackbloods come in and attack them. Caves also didn't attract prey.

Stumbling, plagued with sun-inflicted migraines, and starving, Moonpaw had slipped away. Not even Peachpaw would be knowing where he went.

Maybe the outside world had better prey.

Days passed by in lonesome silence. Whatever he did manage to catch was rotten on the inside, bleeding black sludge onto the snowy fields. And yet the darkness was easier to focus on than the white around him. Why was the only thing he could see so vile? So blackened and decayed? He'd assumed that his own black blood was a gift from someone unknown. It had been a sign for him to adapt to his purpose and get his friends and family under control. But was this what it meant, really? That he was cursed?

--

A rat dropped silently onto the ground. More black, thick blood. The snow was fading, yes, but he could still make out the blackblood more than anything. He gritted his teeth and dug his claws into the hard, cold soil as his fur stood up against his spine with anger. Why couldn't he find anything to eat?! He would starve. More importantly, his family would starve. Peachpaw would starve.

"We're all going to die," he breathed out, knowing nothing living was around to care when he let tears prick at his eyelids. "Maybe I was meant to die. Maybe this black blood is a mistake and I'm supposed to join you guys. But I know that the clanners didn't do anything to deserve this."

The tears rolled down his cheeks and splattered against the frozen grass.

"I have more in common with you than I do with my entire family. Is that all we are?" He drew in a sharp breath and stared down at the lifeless rat, as if expecting an answer. "Two blackbloods waiting to rot?"

--

When he came back through Brena's border, back to the cave he now called home, the scolding went in one ear and out the other. He'd be grounded; he'd be held back from graduating; he'd have to be watched, now, to make sure he wouldn't sneak off again. The threats turned to static in his brain as he stared ahead with blind, blank eyes.

He knew what he was, now.

moonpaw comes back from a week of thankless hunting.

MOONPAW'S BACK BABEYYYYYYY

and with that, i will make moonpaw my only gb character. i'm sorry to all those expecting a bigger announcement- i just don't have the energy for multiple cats in this group rn. i've been here since before the opening day, as an admin and then as a co-owner and then as the sole owner, and now i'm just an old veteran looking to rest my bones, lol

hatchling- the stress of leading the rosebloods, a too-small rebel movement that couldn't possibly withstand starvation on top of it all, made hatchling understand that he can never be happy here. he is old and ver'aeth will be calling him soon; he flees for better lands to live out his golden rosen years. he catches up with a band of loners he met once before; darkwatcher, tidecrash, whitethroat, and sableback- whose father he killed to finally put all three of feather's murderers under the ground.
here, there is no war.
here, he is happy.

morning- being made into an npc until i can give their arc the closure it deserves ;w; xe're my oldest character here so xe require a big bang, ya dig

dance'la- ...is dead lmao, starved because i didn't do makeup hunts. their passing was the main thing that made me realize i had to take the rest of my cats out.

parsnipdew- was never in the group and will be reused someday! still like her personality and design. maybe an adoptable or something more? :3c