I Am A Poor Boy, Too ||tagged|| Jan 4, 2018 4:59:08 GMT
Post by .fable. on Jan 4, 2018 4:59:08 GMT
Hello!! This is open for 1, perhaps 2 others (I'll close it when I think we've got enough). I intend for this thread to be canon, so don't post if you don't want what your cat does here to be all official and stuff. Here is Stone's bio: link
I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee wellThe sun was low behind the trees, casting long, thin shadows across the breadth of the Quarry. Cats had already come and gone, leaving only a paw's worth of stragglers behind, exchanging pleasantries. An intricate network of prints embroidered what was once freshly fallen snow, creating a mosaic of disturbances where once there was a pristine canvas. And Stonepaw had watched it all.Tucked safely and discreetly in ThistleClan's corner, the young tom had let the shadows swallow him while he watched the day's events unfold, comfortably camouflaged. Compared to the usual crowds seen at Gatherings, very few cats had decided to participate today--Stonepaw was certain that only each Clan's most amiable residents had made the trek. But the sleek apprentice had noted every face; he recognized no one, and it was a heavy realization.He had brought something to share, but once he'd arrived, he'd felt suddenly ashamed of its simplicity. Others had brought prey, colorful feathers, smooth, beautiful stones... Stonepaw's own gift, and his quiet nature, held him in hiding.But finally, just as the day had nearly reached its end and the few remaining cats were dispersing into the surrounding trees, the tom took a deep breath and stepped quietly out from the shadows. His golden eyes were wide and his legs were shaking as he prayed no one would see him... while also hoping to be found.