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.:WotB:. Reedfeather Application

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BASIC INFORMATION



   NAME || Reedfeather
   PAST NAMES || Reedkit, Reedpaw
                 
   NICK-NAMES || Reedy, Two-Face, Mr. Steal Yo Gurl

   AFFILIATION || Riverclan
   PAST AFFILIATION || None

   SEX || Male
   GENDER || Identifies as Male

   BIRTH SEASON || Winter
   AGE || 21 Moons | 1.75 Years | 22.5 Human Years

   RANK || Warrior

   MENTOR || Redfur
   PAST APPRENTICE(S) || N/A
   CURRENT APPRENTICE || N/A


PHYSICAL INFORMATION




   BREED || American Shorthair x Maine Coon
 
   BUILD || Lean
   HEIGHT || 5’8”

   SCARS || A scarred sword slice ranging from his right hip to beneath his ribcage, several tears in his right ear, missing one knuckle of his ring finger and two of his pinkie on his left hand

MODIFICATIONS || A small tattoo of a crow on his right shoulder (He doesn’t remember when or how he got it, he assumes Mirror took over soon after he became a warrior)

 

DISABILITIES || Dissociative Identity Disorder (Multiple Personality Disorder) / Mild Schizophrenia:  Derived from a traumatic experience from his apprenticeship, Reedfeather suffers from dissociative identity disorder. Even though in many cases the one in question will have many different personalities within them, he only has one, which he refers to as “Mirror” He’ll switch against his will to this other half most often during times of high stress (such as battles), but occasionally Mirror will just randomly appear. This poses a great problem for Reedfeather because during the times that Mirror is active, he has holes in his memory. He’ll either not remember anything at all, or remember it as if he was watching someone else do it. The warrior will often go to his family (mainly his little brother, Ottersplash) to help him get his memories in order. Also, even though he refers to his other side by a different name, both of them respond to “Reedfeather.”

   HAIR TEXTURE || Silky
   HAIR COLOUR || Ginger with darker highlights
   SKIN COLOUR || Light with many freckles
   EYES || Hazel-Green

   SCENT || Mint and fresh rainfall

   VOICE || Matthew Broderick as Adult Simba in The Lion King


APPAREL



   NEW-LEAF/GREEN-LEAF OUTFIT || See Above
   LEAF-FALL/LEAF-BARE OUTFIT || Similar outfit but with a fur cloak and other fur accessories (arm pieces, etc)

   ACCESSORIES || -3 earrings made from prey bones


SWORD



 SWORD NAME || The Afterlife
   BLADE LENGTH || The length of the blade itself spans Reedfeather’s forearm
   SWORD/BLADE SHAPE || Long sword

   NOTABLE FEATURES ||

-Each side features a skull, a canine and bird one respectively

-Reedfeather has attached a couple of feathers below the skulls, the bird species unknown to him

-Opposite sides of the blade are seemingly made of different colored metals


   OTHER ||

-He tries not to rely on his blade too often

-A keen eye can tell which personality is present by what hand is wielding the blade. Reedfeather holds with his right, and Mirror with his left.

-Reedfeather partially resents his blade cause he feels like Starclan is mocking his condition


STATS




   INTELLECT || 6/10

   STRENGTH || 3/10

   AGILITY ||9/10

   SPEED || 5/10

   TACTICS || 3/10

   ENDURANCE || 4/10

   STEALTH || 4/10

   SWIMMING || 8/10

   CLIMBING || 4/10
   
   HAND-TO-HAND || 5/10

   SWORD FIGHTING || 6/10

   HUNTING || 6/10



   EYESIGHT || 6/10

   HEARING || 4/10

   SCENT || 5/10


   HERBAL KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

   KITTING KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

   FORGE KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

   CRAFTING || 0/10


   BELIEF IN STARCLAN || 8/10

   BELIEF IN THE DARK FOREST || 8/10

    LOYALTY || 7/10


PERSONALITY


 

Trait || Positive/Negative/Neutral | Reedfeather/Mirror/Shared | ”Definition…”



   Affectionate || Positive | Reedfeather | ”readily feeling or showing fondness or tenderness”

Reedfeather is more of a lover and not a fighter, though he is not afraid to kick a few tails around if the need were ever to arise. The ginger tom thrives on physical contact that doesn’t always have to be in an intimate manner. Simple gestures such as hugs, pats on the back, or friendly nudges are enough to keep him going. He tends to give out the affection quite liberally as well, which isn’t appreciated by some. For example, the warrior will most likely show his gratitude via a nuzzle to the neck and/or shoulder, which can pose an issue if the one on the receiving end happens to have an issue with personal space.



   Flirtatious || Positive | Shared | ”behaving in such a way as to suggest a playful sexual attraction to someone” 

Linking with his affectionate nature, Reedfeather is a bit flirty, though Mirror is a bit more forward with his actions. Reedfeather likes subtle flirtation, testing to for a keen mind to detect such advances. And Mirror…well…he just looks for quick flings where he can find them (much to Reed’s dismay).

 

Perceptive || Positive || Reedfeather | having or showing keenness of insight, understanding, or intuition

Very much unlike his counterpart, Reedfeather favors standing back and assessing the world if and whenever it’s possible (sometimes time restraints keep him from doing so). He’s developed the ability to notice details in far less time than others, leading him to find prey or exploit the weaknesses of opponents. He’ll store specifics about clanmates or places within his mind, so that he can tell if something is wrong, like if a cat is in pain and is doing an excellent job in hiding it. Some say his gaze could pierce the soul.



   Ambitious || Neutral | Mirror | ”having or showing a strong desire and determination to succeed” 

Mirror is generally more forward-moving than his counterpart. He has goals and is dead-set on meeting them, no matter the cost. This proves to be beneficial when the goal is made with the best intentions In mind…which doesn’t happen very often (he likes to either mess with others or try to seduce them). On the bright side, this ambition makes him an excellent hunter and fighter.


   Diffident || Neutral | Reedfeather | ”modest or shy because of a lack of self-confidence” 

With Mirror lurking over his shoulder constantly, Reedfeather is afraid of disclosing his true feelings to anyone other than his younger brother. He hates being different from his clan mates, despite the difference being on the inside (for the most part). The warrior keeps personal matters to himself in favor of absorbing details of the world around him.


   Callous || Negative | Mirror | insensitive; indifferent; unsympathetic

Mirror doesn’t hold any regards to the feelings of most others, saying and doing things without a care for how others will react. He’s blunt, finding no reason to coat the truth in sickening sugar to make sure it doesn’t make someone upset. He’s even given up information (like attractions) that Reedfeather didn’t want anyone to know. His tendencies are borderline sociopathic, extending to even the battlefield. The other personality has no problem with hitting a cat when they’re down in a battle, cause that’s how you truly win, right?


  Over-Protective || Negative | Shared | ”having a tendency to protect someone excessively” 

Both personalities have the tendency  to go to the extreme when it comes to defending those that they care about (surprisingly enough, Mirror cares about others as well). Reedfeather and Mirror are the kinds of cats that will push someone out of the way to take the blow instead or over-react when the cat in question (more often than not Ottersplash) is being lightly teased. When something qualifies under these standards, Reedfeather considers it a situation to be a fighter and not a lover (while Mirror is a fighter 80% of the time).



   LIKES || Ottersplash, physical contact, his hair being brushed/braided/etc, warm weather, mint, flowers
   DISLIKES || Being helpless/weak/etc, heavy rain, conflict, not being in control, his missing fingers being pointed out

   STRENGTHS || Excellent physical shape, notices details quicker than others
   WEAKNESSES || Sometimes can’t control his actions, frequent amnesia due to DID, occasional auditory hallucinations

   QUIRKS || Talks to himself/Mirror, tends to pace


FAMILY



  PARENTS ||

Heatherflight|| Mother || Lithe gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes || ADOPTABLE|| Alive || 68 Moons ||  Riverclan

 

Emberfang || Father || Large dark ginger tabby tom with green eyes || ADOPTABLE || Alive || 68 Moons || Riverclan


   SIBLINGS ||

Rainwing || Sister || Gray tabby she-cat with green eyes || Sweet-Grass || Status Unknown || 21 Moons || Riverclan

 

Ottersplash || Brother || Ginger tom with dark blue eyes || Hugh-Janus || Alive || 17 Moons || Riverclan

 

Tidepool || Brother|| Patched gray and white tom with blue eyes || PenumbralWolf || Alive || 17 Moons || Riverclan


   ADOPTED SIBLINGS ||  N/A

   MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER ||  Open for adopting
   MATERNAL GRANDFATHER ||  Open for adopting

   MATERNAL AUNTS ||  Open for adopting
   MATERNAL UNCLES ||  Open for adopting

   MATERNAL COUSINS ||  Open for adopting

   PATERNAL GRANDMOTHER ||  Open for adopting
   PATERNAL GRANDFATHER ||  Open for adopting

   PATERNAL AUNTS ||  Open for adopting
   PATERNAL UNCLES || 

Redfur || Dark ginger tom with green eyes || ADOPTABLE || Alive || 68 Moons || Riverclan


   PATERNAL COUSINS ||  Open for adopting                    

   NIECES || N/A
   NEPHEWS || N/A

   KITS || None


SEXUALITY



   CURRENT MATE || None
   PAST MATES || None

   CURRENT ATTRACTIONS || Rabbitears
   PAST ATTRACTIONS || None worth mentioning

   ORIENTATION || Bisexual | Bi-Romantic
   ACTIVITY || Experienced, but not active

   PHYSICAL PREFERENCES || Blue eyes, small and lithe, brown hair
   PERSONALITY PREFERENCES || Kind, Caring, Empathetic, Brave, Intelligent


HISTORY



   [ Chapter One | Before Birth | If you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones ]

Heatherflight and Emberfang were seemingly destined to be together right from the beginning. They were born to litters that occurred mere days from each other and to mothers that were best friends. They hit it off quickly and became playmates attached at the hip until it became time for them to become apprentices.

 

During their apprenticeship, Heatherpaw and Emberpaw grew apart due to the time-consuming nature of their training. This upset the she-cat which led to a confrontation between the two and morphed into a complete falling-out. They hardly spoke after that, only conversing when it was absolutely necessary. They were both stubborn and prideful in their own right, refusing to give in to the other. The only thing that caused one to cave was a near-death experience.

 

Heatherflight, a couple of moons after she had obtained her warrior name, set off on a hunting trip with one of her friends during a particularly harsh stormy season. The river was swollen and the current rushed past dangerously in its deepest parts. The duo was as careful as they could be, but the muddy landscape gave way and swept the she-cat’s friend into the river. The gray tabby called out their name in horror before diving in after them, refusing to lose them so easily. She had felt like she’d been swimming for moons before she finally gotten a hold of something; the other cat’s tail. The young warrior quickly pulled them to her chest, trying to keep both their heads above the water as much as she could. Exhaustion was ebbing at her limbs as she paddled and her friend was already out cold (they were never known for having a lot of endurance), leaving her with a vicious deadweight. She begged for them to wake up, prayed to Starclan to do something to help them, but it wasn’t working. Darkness started to close in on her vision and the lull of unconsciousness became all the more tempting. In her last waking moments she tore off some of her clothing and used it to tie herself to her friend, still not willing to give them up before everything went black.

 

When she woke, Heatherflight found herself on the pebbly shore of the river, the much calmer waters gently lapping at her feet. She was relieved to see that the tie to her friend had held, keeping them together. However, to her dismay, they were barely breathing. The tabby had to get back to camp quickly in order to get them to a medicine cat. Untying herself and standing up, she figured out where she was and heaved the other cat over her shoulders, hobbling in the direction of the Riverclan camp. She made it as far as the bank of the river opposite to the camp before collapsing; spotting none other than the ginger tom she was once close friends with conversing with another warrior with a look of worry on his face. ”E-Emberfang..!” she croaked, her throat raw from the water she unintentionally inhaled no doubt.

 

”Heatherflight!” Emberfang shouted with shock, sprinting across the bridge with the other warrior on his heels. The large warrior easily lifted her into his arms, leaving the other warrior to pick up her friend. He carried Heatherflight into the Riverclan camp and yelled for the medicine cat, dashing towards the medicine den to get the she-cat the help she needed. ”Everyone was so worried when you two didn’t return…” he murmured, setting her down in one of the nests prepared for her. ”I-I thought that maybe something had attacked you guys…”

 

In the end, the she-cat spent over a week healing in the medicine cat den from a case of exhaustion and some minor injuries. Her friend, though, died after only a day had passed. They couldn’t recover from mild hypothermia and complications due to too much water being inhaled into the lungs. Heatherflight was grieving and apparently was healing slower because of it, but Emberfang made sure to be there to comfort her. If one positive thing could be pulled from this terrible situation, it was that the previous relationship the two held had be rekindled, and maybe even made stronger.

 

A moon after the event happened, Heatherflight and Emberfang officially became mates, which came as no surprise to their clanmates. It didn’t take long for the she-cat to become pregnant with her first litter.


   [ Chapter Two | Kit-Hood | Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs ]

Reedkit  and his sister, Rainkit, were born on a particularly cool winter evening, but to two happy parents nonetheless. Swaddled in furs, the duo was protected from the bite of the chilled air. Heatherflight liked to think that since they were born in the harsher conditions, it would make them stronger.

 

When they were old enough to walk, talk, and play, the siblings weren’t exactly close like what was expected. While Rainkit, the wandering spirit that she was, made multiple attempts to leave the camp and explore, Reedkit stayed put, trailing on Emberfang’s heels whenever he was in camp. The young boy idolized his father, wishing that one day he’d be just as big and strong. The larger ginger tabby would lift his son onto his shoulders and walk him around camp, telling stories from his lifetime and teaching lessons of wisdom that he himself had to learn long ago.

 

What fascinated Reedkit the most was his father’s blade. The tomkit was amazed at how well it suited Emberfang (even though he knew that the blade was blessed by Starclan themselves and thus formed in the warrior’s image). The elder tom never let him touch it, as he deemed it to be too dangerous for a kit, leaving the child to only admire it from a distance. However, he knew that one day he would receive one of his own.


   [ Chapter Three | Apprenticeship | Setting fire to our insides for fun ]

The time came for the duo to become apprentices, earning their respective names of Reedpaw and Rainpaw. Redfur was named as Reedpaw’s mentor, who just so happened to also be his uncle on his father’s side. However, that didn’t mean the elder ginger tom treated him different than any other apprentice by no means, if anything, he pushed him a little farther when training. ”There’s no going easy in the real world.” his uncle would always say. ”Things just become easier with hard work.”

 

During the first couple moons of his training, Reedpaw realized he did not enjoy fighting very much. Instead, the young tom preferred to hunt for his clan (he prided himself in the very first catch he made – a blackbird, whose feathers he now wears on his emblem necklace). He knew that he had to learn to fight to protect the ones he loved, but he didn’t like conflict of any sort that wasn’t for play.

 

Around the middle of his apprenticeship, he was greeted with the shock of Emberfang and Heatherflight expecting another litter of kittens, meaning he was going to have younger siblings? It was a weird thought for him to wrap his head around, having been used to just Rainpaw for his entire life, but nonetheless, he was excited for the arrival, looking forward to welcoming them to the world.

 

The new arrival came in the form of a set of brothers named Otterkit and Tidekit, whom Reedpaw grew attached to immediately. Otterkit came to show very similar characteristics to the apprentice himself when he was that age, toting on his older brother’s heels whenever he was in camp, just like he did to his father all those moons ago. The ginger tabby had to be careful around him, though, because sometimes the little kit would get ahold of the dagger provided for him, swinging it around and pretending to fight (like he apparently does) like it was some sort of toy.

 

”Brother, look! I’m you!”

”Great Starclan, Otterkit! Give that back!”

”No, please I wanna stab people like you do!”

Otter I rarely stab people, I just hunt with that.”

”Then I’ll hunt too! Please let me stab things!”

 

Reedpaw enjoyed being idolized, it made him feel like he was worthy of the path of life he had chosen. This was the happiest he had ever been. Training was going well, he was surrounded by family. What more could he ask for?

 

But then, things changed. Fate had decided to cast darkness over him.

 

It was towards the last stretch of Reedpaw’s apprenticeship. He was out on a hunting patrol with Redfur and another warrior. The ginger apprentice had broken off from the group in order to make the impressive catch of a sparrow. Beaming with pride, he turned to jog back to the patrol and show off his catch to them, but he froze when a voice growled behind him, a pit forming in his stomach.

 

”Where do you think you’re going with Thunderclan’s prey, hm?”

 

Reedpaw slowly turned back around, three Thunderclan cats standing before him, the apprentice noting them to be a younger she-cat and two toms. ”W-What do you mean? I caught this fair and square on Riverclan territory.” he stammered, failing to mask the fear he held.

 

”Did you not smell the Thunderclan scent on it?” one tom sneered.

 

”He probably couldn’t smell it over his fish breath.” the other male commented, earning snickers from the others. Reedpaw’s ears were flat against his head. What should he do? He wasn’t just going to give up his hard-earned catch! The young tom stood his ground, detecting a rustling and the scent of Redfur as his mentor came to stand beside him followed by the other warrior walking up to his other side.

 

”What’s going on here?” Redfur inquired, his deep baritone voice remaining calm and level.

 

”It looks like this little runt apprentice of yours needs to be taught a lesson about prey and borders!” one tom retorted. “Maybe you do, too!”

 

”Surely we can solve this dispute peaceful-“ Redfur never got the chance to finish his sentence, as the she-cat had lunged at Reedpaw and tackled him, the impact causing his dagger and the bird to fly out of his hands. With that action, a fight broke out between the two patrols. The apprentice wrestled with his opponent, managing to throw her off and get back on his feet. His dagger was nowhere to be seen, so he just had to rely on tooth and nail to get through this.

 

The she-cat made another rush at him, decided to also use her hands instead of the blade strapped her back. The duo grappled for a bit, Reedpaw managing to get her into some sort of chokehold. His intentions were to just cut off her air for a long enough time to make her pass out, but he made the mistake of drawing his left hand too close to her mouth.

 

Pain. Red-hot burning pain was all Reedpaw could remember as the she-cat closed her jaws around two of his fingers, the snap of bone following as the two rows of her teeth met each other. The apprentice screamed, loosening his once-tight hold on his enemy, and she wasted no time taking advantage of it. The Thunderclan cat pushed him away and swiftly unsheathed her blade, aiming an uppercut right across his abdomen. The sharpened blade easily tore a deep wound into the soft skin, revealing the fat and muscle that lay underneath. The ginger tabby screamed again, collapsing to the ground and clutching at the gaping hole in his torso.

 

The she-cat approached him again while he lay gasping as his own blood poured onto the ground. Black was rimming his vision, but he could tell through the pain that she was lifting her sword to make another blow, one that he was powerless to stop. ”REEDPAW! NO!” a voice screeched, a red blur suddenly knocking the she-cat off her feet.

 

And then everything went black.

 

~~~

 

Reedpaw woke with a start, finding himself in a clearing he had never seen before.  The stars shone brighter than he had ever known and were…getting closer? The glittering stars fell to the ground before him, taking the form of an unfamiliar warrior. Panic suddenly settled in his chest. Had he been killed in that battle? Was he in Starclan now? ”W-Where am I? A-Am I d-dead?” he could feel the burn of tears threatening to spill from within his eyelids, but the glittering apparition shook her head. ”There is no need to fear, little one.” she finally spoke, walking closer to the fretful apprentice. ”It is not yet your time to join our ranks, please rest now.” She pressed her lips to his forehead in a soothing kiss, and he felt himself slipping away once more.

 

When Reedpaw woke for the second time, he could recognize his surroundings as the medicine den back in the Riverclan camp. The apprentice was laying in one of several prepared nests for patients with the restricting weight of bandaging wrapped around his torso and hand. No one was in the vicinity from as far as he could tell – Risingstorm must’ve been out gathering herbs or something – so he did something he normally wouldn’t do.

 

He cried.

 

Bitter tears easily rolled down his face while muffled sobs  shook his body. He wasn’t strong enough to win. He wasn’t skilled enough. He was weak. He wasn’t enough.

 

There’s nothing wrong with being upset.

 

Reedpaw froze and fell silent instantly. Who was that? No other cat was around from what he could scent. Was he hearing things now?

 

You’re hurt now, but you’ll only come back stronger. I can help you.

 

Despite not knowing where the mysterious was originating from, the apprentice felt oddly comforted by it. He didn’t have time to think more of it, as Risingstorm entered the room, giving a greeting and expressing how he was glad to see him awake. An orange blur hurtled past the medicine cat and landed beside Reedpaw, revealing itself to be none other than Otterkit blubbering about how worried he was. The older brother was happy to see the little tom, but he wasn’t happy to see that he had gotten a hold of his dagger again, and refused to give it back to him. He claimed it was his own turn to protect his sibling. He didn’t have the energy to argue, so he let the kit have his way for now.

 

When hearing that he had finally woken up, the rest of his family came to visit at random intervals depending on their free time. Rainpaw was greatly upset by his injury since they were so close to becoming warriors now; she was even postponing her assessment for as long as she could. Reedpaw continuously insisted that she should stop that and just become a warrior before he did, which eventually did happen. He watched from just outside the medicine cat den as Rainpaw became Rainwing.

 

Reedpaw was eventually released from Risingstorm’s care to return back to the final stretch of his apprentice training, but not after many nights plagued by nightmares and waking up to the voice in his head providing him words of encouragement. However, things were getting strange once he got back into the swing of things. Certain parts of the day were disappearing from his memory as if it never existed. He’d walk up to his mentoring to ask about training, only to learn that he had already been training that day. The ginger tabby inquired this issue to the strange voice, but only got a one sentence response.

 

I am helping you.

 

He became stronger than he was before the battle, but the voice still hadn’t gone away. Reedpaw appreciated the help, but now he wanted to be alone in his own mind again. His resentment towards the voice grew as it continuously took control of his body at random times and leaving blanks in places he wanted to remember. He started calling this other half of himself “Mirror,” like a reflection that looked like him and talked like him, but it was anything but his true self.



   [ Chapter Four | Warriorhood | Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong ]

Reedpaw’s warrior ceremony arrived in no more than a moon’s time, the ginger apprentice finally earning his full name of Reedfeather. Escorted by Riverclan’s master smith, he was led to the Cave of Stars, his chest tightening with every step deeper into the cavern. He couldn’t remember a moment where he was more nervous than he was now. The trek through the caverns was long and painfully silent, but that was as it should be. The duo reached the Pool of Stars and the smith placed the blank sword they carried with them at the tom’s feet, giving a quick bow before leaving the area. This was part of the ceremony that he had to go through alone.

 

Reedfeather can’t recall much from his time by the Pool of Stars, which could’ve been for a number of reasons, whether it be Mirror or something else. Although, he does remember seeing the starry warrior that he had met after he had been injured (it was hard to forget a face that sent you back to the world of the living). He came out of his star-filled daze to see the blade he was now bound to sitting before him, and he didn’t know what to think.

 

It was shaped similar to many blades warriors had, a simple long sword. The opposite sides were clearly different from each other, giving it ‘two faces’ in a sense, and Reedfeather couldn’t help the bitter taste that rose in his mouth. Was Starclan mocking him and his condition? His curse?

 

Why must I never be allowed to forget this?

 

To be continued as roleplays occur.


RELATIONSHIPS




View Reedfeather’s relationship tracker here.

 


OOC


 STATUS || Alive, “normal” by his standards
   ACTIVITY LEVEL || High

   TIME ZONE || CST (U.S.)

   SKYPE || Sure
   NOTES || Yeah
   CHAT || Rarely
   COMMENTS || No

   CURSING || Yes
   VIOLENCE || Yes
   GORE || Yes
   SEXUAL THEMES || Yes

   ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE ||

Castiel Devonshire || Highholt

Castiel peeled himself off of the floor of the train car and staggered to stand on his feet as the noise from more passengers entering the locomotive seemed to grow even louder. His head was pounding and every portion of his body seemed to hurt in one way or another, the most prominent being his nose, which was still steadily leaking blood. The tom needed to get out of here and to some place quieter, but leaving the train wasn’t an option, so he had to trek through the cars instead. He placed his right hand over his nostrils to prevent making any more of a mess than he already had, not realizing that he was staining his white fur crimson by doing so. He lurched a few steps forward, almost falling back to the floor as a dizzy sensation took over. Luckily, he had caught himself on the wall before that would happen. He clung to the panels, scooting his way through the door to the next car, relying on the red satin seats for support as he made his way down the line, vision fading in and out. No one stopped to help him, most likely too busy taking in the new stimuli of a change of location. Hell, he’d probably be doing the same if he was in their shoes.

After traveling many cars, he realized after entering one that he could not go any farther, there was no door to lead him onwards. This was the back of the train car and it was far enough away from the excitement to reduce his headache slightly. Traveling in the state he was in was exhausting. Looking around, Cas at first thought that he was alone, but soon came to recognize that there was a body in a seat at the very back of this train (his vision was too blurry to recognize what exactly it was). Someone who enjoyed peace and quiet couldn’t be too bad, right? The cat stumbled down the aisle towards the shape; his sight becoming focused enough to make out that it was a male gray wolf, an attractive one at that. It was very irritating that he would have to be making a first impression in the state he was in; one that is not very impressive at all.

“Y’know,” he started, ending up standing a few paces in from of the seat were the wolf lounged. “Contrary to what anime shows you, I did not get this – “ Castiel gestured to his face. “ – from seeing something attractive.” He took the time to look Landon up and down to add to the effect. “However, you would’ve fit the bill quite nicely.” It was that moment that his legs decided to give out on him, knees buckling and eyes rolling back as he collapsed to the floor. Nailed it.

 

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Hmmm wanna rp Reed and Heron? xD Though I reply slowly and still need to get to two other rps