- Coldwhisker| tom | twenty-four | Medicine Cat | location; camp clearing | tagged; open
The silver tom had woken up only a short time ago, he had to calm himself and take a moment to groom his fluffed up fur at the nightmare he had. He was back in that alleyway, the glistening claws of his parents shimmering in the moonlight... the tom shivered slightly as he glanced down at his permanently injured leg, there was a slight ache in it as he remembered the night.
Shaking his head, he shook his fur out again before hobbling out of his den, yawning, he blinked at the stark difference between his den and the outside. The Medicine Cat had an emotionless look on his face, but honestly, that was more of a protective and defensive thing more than anything. if he pushes everyone away, they won't be able to hurt him like his family had done. Can't get hurt if you don't let them get close to you, he thought grimly.