12-22-2020, 03:29 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]FOR YOU, I'D BLEED MYSELF DRY, IT'S TRUE — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Far too much time has passed since Pearlcatcher had been part of a group. His years were starting to take a toll on his body, far too many years with far too many tragedies within them now weighing on his bones. He now felt rickety, despite only really being middle-aged for a domestic tabby. He felt old, overall. Old and lonely. It was time to find a home.
So he made his way to the Typhoon, the scent of many creatures filling his nostrils, their scents mixing with the oh-so-familiar stench of volcanic soil and humid jungle air. It reminded him of the tribe, of Shaela. He smiled to himself at the memory of his long-dead mate. He missed her. Maybe being in a similar territory would soothe the heartache he was so used to at this point.
He waited at the border, as he had done so many times before in other groups, and waited.
So he made his way to the Typhoon, the scent of many creatures filling his nostrils, their scents mixing with the oh-so-familiar stench of volcanic soil and humid jungle air. It reminded him of the tribe, of Shaela. He smiled to himself at the memory of his long-dead mate. He missed her. Maybe being in a similar territory would soothe the heartache he was so used to at this point.
He waited at the border, as he had done so many times before in other groups, and waited.
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