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Post by ˟Ɍɑɨղ on Jan 1, 2011 18:50:08 GMT -5
 Coldsight stepped delicately on the frost-bitten grass that covered the land. He never saw the moor before he became blind, for he was still a kit. But he could image it well. His mother described its every detail with such grace. Plus, he could feel the grass brush against his legs, flimsy flowers from time to time touching his skin. Yes, his mind imaged a very beautiful place.
Coldsight let his sightless gaze travel restlessly across his environment. He wondered if his mother was proud of how far he has gone. To prove himself worthy to the Clan, become one of the best fighters in the Clan, and even succeeding as deputy, which wasn't even in his list of goals. If only he was able to see, yes see, his mother's gleaming face as he was appointed deputy. He would even give up his hearing along with his sight for her to be by his side again.
Coldsight just hoped he would make up his cold attitude to the Clan these many moons with his new attitude in being deputy. He couldn't be an outcast and be deputy. He had to take charge, and be respected as well as well-known and welcomed. What would officially help him succeed this would be to befriend someone. Maybe someone popular. But could he learn to trust? Could he even be liked enough to gain a friend? Or maybe his rank would get in the way?
ooc: Muhahaha I cheated and used my crappy sample rp from his bio! Oh well. At least it has words o.o
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