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Open thread for anyone to join in on! Plot Idea: Brokensight is old but not that old. He’s really about senior warrior age but ever since he was blinded as a student in the war against Primal Instinct, he’s lived his life as an ancient. The tom is able to make out shadows out of his one eye he has left, but it’s not enough to tell cats apart or navigate the lands. So if he ever wants to go anywhere, he needs an escort. But what he really wants, is a companion. Someone who truly wants to hang out with him and not one who pities him for his lack of sight. It’s something he knows taht happens, that cats will volunteer to hang out with him to get out of other corse or tasks, because escorting the blind cat to the sapphire springs is easy compared to cleaning out the nursery.
Brokensight has been blind nearly half his life. he can remember what sight was like, the colors and shapes and everything that made up the world. He misses it, but he knows better than to deal on such ideas of what ifs when it comes to his eyes. While he only technically ha done left, it’s practically useless as all he can make out are shadows and they aren’t always the clearest image. A large rock could look like a cat to him or a wolf like a fallen tree. Therefore, he’s never left camp without an escort. While there are cats who have lived happily as warriors with blindness, he’s never managed it. Getting a round camp is easy, the territory they call home is a completely different story. The snow and ice change the terrain all the time and he wouldn’t trust his paws to lead him back home versus over a cliff edge. So he’s resigned his life away as an ancient. A bit lonely if a life but a content one nonetheless.
sitting beside the entrance, he awaited for his newest escort. Since becoming pregnant, his sister hadn’t been able to go out with him. She was far too swollen with kits to wander wound the unstable land anymore than his blind self needed to be wandering around alone. So she’d assigned cats to take him out into the territory on walks in her place. Though, he was sure she threatened them more than asked them. Someday he just didn’t understand his sister. Maybe she thought this would get him a mate or at least a friend. He was content just spending an hour or two out of camp, even if it was in silence.