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Brokensight had failed time and time again to be selected for a mate or to find his own. Few cats wanted to be mates with a senior warrior who was blinded and cast to the ancient den when he was only a young warrior in life. A tom deemed useless by the clan and set aside. Pity was constantly tossed his way and the tom could do nothing to stop it, only smile and walk away. He had his sister and her family at least but few friends and no others to call his. It was truly a cruel life and many times he wandered what the point was. He’d surged his clan well as an apprentice bordering becoming warrior during the war against PI all those moons ago. But it wasn’t enough.
The tom stared out unseeing at the lands before WinterClan from his place just outside of camp. If no one knew better, they’d think he was on guard, but those who did walked past him with a shake of their heads and pity in their eyes. Grey and cream fur waved in the soft breeze blowing through the mountain, and the tom though, it was nice not being able to see some days. Then you can’t see the pity or the looks and you can appreciate things more in life. Brokensight would need to wait for his sister, or someone else to take pity on him, before he could travel much further out into the ends to accompany him. The snow shifted all the time and concealed icey spots or even mountain edges, making it far to dangerous for him to travel out into the territory alone.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 4, 2022 16:13:57 GMT -5
Ashensnow stretched out one hind leg at a time as she left the warriors den. It was nice not having to go out on patrols unless she wanted to. But today she felt like getting outside the camp. It had been her plan to wake up earlier and tag along with a hunting patrol but she overslept.
She stopped in the middle of the camp and looked around. Something about today reminded her of something but what was it? As she stood there pondering it came to her. This day reminded her of the day she, her brother Frostpaw as he was known then, and Wrenpaw went out hunting together for the first time. It was a fun time! As she thought about the memories her smile faded into a sad frown. Wrenpaw never was promoted to the rank of warrior. He died of greencough while he was still an apprentice. They were to be married and were so much in love. After his death, Ashensnow immersed herself in her training and didn't socialize like the other apprentices. And early on after her promotion, she kept herself busy with duties. Now that she's older, she regretted her decision to isolate herself. And now she figured it was too late for her even though her empty heart longed for somecat to love.
With a sigh and a shake of her head in an effort to chase away her melancholy thoughts, she padded out of the camp. Maybe a good hunt would help her feel better. But it wasn't too far before she came across a cat sitting and staring out over their territory. When she came closer she recognized the blind tom, Brokensight. "Um, excuse me," she meowed. "Are you okay? Can I help you?" She couldn't remember the last time she saw him outside the camp alone.
Sorry! Kind of forgot about classic cus I’ve been wrapped up in a few books I’ve been blazing through Whitemuzzle
The wind was blowing from the mountain, leading her scent away from him. Not recognizing the voice off the top of his head, Brokensight tilted his head with a small smile on his face still. “I’m sorry, who might you be? The winds blowing and I can’t quiet tell.” Some cats hadn’t that, having to explain who they were just because he could t catch their scent of make out their voice. It was annoying, but not something he could help. He squinted his one decent eye, hoping to make out at least her shape but even that was just a blur. While one eye was completely blinded and gone, the other can at least make out blurry shapes on a good day. This clearly wasn’t a good day for his sight though.
The sky’s were clear aside from the breeze coming through. The sun shined as it came over the mountain and announced mid-day, leaving warm spots here and there. No snow was falling g, but the wind kicked some up, moving it across the lands and into cat’s furs. “I’m okay. Just waiting.” His voice dropped into a whisper and his eyes turned back out onto the lands he couldn’t see. “I’m pretty used to waiting.”
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 19, 2022 14:50:06 GMT -5
(Not a problem!)
"I'm Ashensnow," the dusty white cat mewed. "You know, Frostbite's sister. Who are you waiting for? Maybe I've seen them today." Then suddenly she felt awkward saying she had 'seen' today when she knew Brokensight couldn't see. She felt like crawling in a snowdrift and hiding. But not wanting to draw attention to her embarrassment she remained still, kept quiet, and waited for his reply.
(OOC - I can't begin to count all the people I've seen feel awkward around my husband because of his blindness. Servers at restaurants sometimes ask me if he wants his coffee refilled or some other such thing. He usually speaks up right away and says, "Yes, he does.")
Edited Feb 19, 2022 14:50:33 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
