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Rank: warrior
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Played By: mikki
Custom Title: teach me how to fight, i'll show you how to win
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Feb 13 2018, 11:58 AM
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<div class="mikkipost">wayfarer's body was mangled almost beyond recognition. only her clanmates would recognize her small-boned frame, her long blue-and-white pelt that was torn and so thick with blood it was almost impossible to parse its natural color. it was hard to tell where her injuries even began: they criss-crossed wayfarer's body in a multitude of ways, some so deep you could see clear down to the bone. her yellow eyes were wide with shock, face frozen in obvious horror; whatever, whoever had done this to little wayfarer had been unexpected.
her killer left her hanging near the entrance to camp in the middle of night, where she slowly bled the rest of her lifesblood out onto the snow. it left a long, winding trail down the mountainside, stark against the blank canvas of the untouched snow.
the morning patrol that morning was in for a hell of a surprise.</div>[/dohtml]
Aug 3 2017, 08:26 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 450px; text-align:justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana;">technically, wayfarer wasn't supposed to be out of camp. there were a lot of things she wasn't supposed to do as a kit, even though she'd stopped being one when she was two moons old. if she'd ever been one at all. the hard lessons in life had come swift and dealt hard to her and her family. hunting had simply been a fact of life when it was just her and her siblings against the world. on their own, with no one to hunt for them, it'd been a necessity. if you didn't hunt, you didn't eat. if you didn't eat, you didn't survive. now she was expected to remain in camp, idly whittling away her time until the day she turned six moons and became an apprentice. even then, if wayfarer understood correctly, she would still be limited in what she was allowed to do.
that didn't stop the small tabby from slipping out of camp when the posted guard had their head turned, slinking on silent paws throught the shadows and then darting at full tilt into the bright sunlight beyond. wayfarer was bored cooped up in the caves all day. she'd spent her entire life in the darkness; now that she had the chance, she wanted to walk in the light.
the bright midday sun was hot on her back. a breeze, heavy with moisture, swept through the craggy hills. wayfarer turned her face into the wind, inhaling deeply. so many smells on the air were unfamilair to her. she breathed deeply again, picking and sorting through which ones she recognized and which were unfamiliar territory. overhead, a bird of prey gave a fierce shriek as it spotted prey and dove to catch it. wayfarer watched the enormous bird with an adoring, wide-eyed wonderment as it took back to the skies and flew off, its quarry successfuly gripped between deadly talons. </div>[/dohtml]
Jul 15 2017, 02:46 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 450px; text-align:justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana;">wayfarer had dreamed of escaping the caves for so long that, when finally given the chance, she had latched onto the opportunity and held tight. her first moon outside the network of tunnels that'd been her home for as long as she could recall. she'd been born there, with her siblings, and it was there they'd been left when their mother disappeared. it was there she'd taught herself how to hunt, through trial and error - failure after failure, until one day she was able to get it right. she might have given up in those first few weeks, if not for the knowledge that it wouldn't just be her who died if she couldn't bring back anything to eat. it was her siblings who drove her to succeed, day after day. without them, wayfarer might have given up a long time ago.
her first moon in skyclan had been a rocky affair, and even not wayfarer struggled to adjust to this strange new life. she crouched at the edge of camp, watching cats trickle in and out through the exit of the main cave. the small tabby, still skinny and underfed but growing bigger by the day with a steady diet of fat prey, hardly trusted a soul. she'd been dependant on no one but herself and her brothers and sisters, had never met a stranger before coming to skyclan. one day it was just her family at her side, and the next she was being presented to a clan full of unfamiliar faces who got too close and talked too loud.
life outside her cave wasn't all it was cracked up to be. the food was good, but being watched all the time sucked. nobody left her alone for long; she wasn't allowed to do anything.
huffing, wayfarer jumped to her paws and made a sudden breakaway for the mouth of the cave. she couldn't take it any longer, she needed out!
ooc: @ShiftingFates, @TigerDusk</div>[/dohtml]
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