hear me roar; [cawnen]

It felt strange to be travelling without his brother in tow. A smaller pair of matching pawsteps at his side, fur brushing against his, the constant checking around for where the small tom was, it always had him hyper alert. Yet, even when he wasn’t there, Seren was doing a pretty good job at maintaining that state. After a long discussion, it had been decided that he’d stay in their makeshift den for the day. He was tired, and after all the travelling and wandering about with Shrine, he couldn’t blame the kit. So, they made hiding plans and extra escape routes, and that was that. Yet, it felt like he was leaving everyone all over again, even in the motion of safety leaving his brother behind. What was even happening to him?

Cawnen let out a loud groan, giving his head a hard shake. He needed to get it together. The tabby tom pushed himself forward and under one of the many fences that laced the landscape, chest brushing into the loud grass of the field. He needed to… Cawnen wasn’t sure. He needed to hunt, he needed to look after Seren, and he needed to… Did he need to forget? Or did it need to be something remembered, something he could take vengeance on? Something told him the later was not the option. But it sure felt like the better one. He was in a state of up and down. Sometimes, it felt like old days and he could be himself. Yet others, the slightly hint of smoke, the trees growing too brightly with the sun, it had him sour, and ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

He was a walking contradiction. The tom let out a long sigh, and came to a paws, an unfamiliar scent brushed over his tongue as he parted his jaws. Another cat, and not one that smelt like Shrine either. A clan cat? Cawnen padded on toward it. Yet, through the sheep and the grass, the cat he found certainly didn’t see like one of the fearsome warriors that had been described to him. It just looked like… a cat, facing a sheep, as a bird obnoxiously squawked at it fluttered up into the sky. A missed catch, he guessed? “Oh, shut it. I’d eat you if you weren’t so fluffy.” Cawnen moved forward, an amused look crossing his face. “Well, I don’t know if that’d be your greatest decision. Not sure even without the fluff if they’d taste any good. But…” he trailed off, sitting, and reaching up to give his ear a few hard scratched, before straightening again.

“Bit mean though, isn’t it? You might hurt the sheep’s feelings, sayin’ things like that.”

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