07-22-2018, 05:49 PM
The small pixie bob had left Snowbound's territory and well, he supposed that happened because of his nomadic habits that he still had after all these years and frankly it wasn't like anyone in Snowbound would miss him if he went missing for a few days. His body smelling of buttercups, cinnamon from the pastries he made, and a hint of death since he was, well, half dead yet he didn't seem all too bothered by it. He would perk up at the sight of a clearing with both of his ears angled as some gases started to escape his mouth as he took a deep breath, he stopped a bit looking down to see that his foot had fallen asleep in a way yet he limped over to the nearest place to sit down. He glanced down at a stream yo see his ghastly reflection, his paw touching the cheek wound that made him look quite ominous as his pupils glowed in the dark. He reached down enough to start lapping up a bit of water with his forked tongue, a paw of his touching the water just slightly before he rested his head on his arm looking at the bones that stood out a bit from the leg yet he ignored it watching his scars glow a bit. The skeletal tailed feline would tilt his head not thinking much as he laid there, he supposed that he'd have to eventually go back even if the clan itself was just a husk to him, the clan meant nothing to him. They never did.
Only individuals meant something to Lewis, ever since he had been in a warbound group since birth he had learnt the hard way that all clans didn't function like he thought they did. He could still remember having saved several children or apprentices during tortures only to get glares from his clanmates, how one of them always snapped at him telling him that he was only at the end of his thread risking it for these different clanners. Sometimes, he felt like he was a husk whenever he was alone yet he was somehow breathing but even that grew to be a bit uncomfortable yet he didn't think much of the past anymore as he hummed a song to himself with his glowing ocular staring down at the stream.
Only individuals meant something to Lewis, ever since he had been in a warbound group since birth he had learnt the hard way that all clans didn't function like he thought they did. He could still remember having saved several children or apprentices during tortures only to get glares from his clanmates, how one of them always snapped at him telling him that he was only at the end of his thread risking it for these different clanners. Sometimes, he felt like he was a husk whenever he was alone yet he was somehow breathing but even that grew to be a bit uncomfortable yet he didn't think much of the past anymore as he hummed a song to himself with his glowing ocular staring down at the stream.