Username: solstice roses!
Clan: Windward/Northmoor Territory Name: Hound (also uses Dodge w/ close friends), previously Lockjaw/Dogjaw
Gender: transmasc boy, mainly uses he/pier(ce) :3
Prompt: Hound has a complicated relationship with identity. Every name that pierce has used has been attached to his identity. Dodge was an alley cat, an unwanted stray. Lockjaw was a bait cat who barely escaped. Dogjaw was a cruel nickname from the other cats on the street. Hound, though? Hound was a
Clan cat, someone who belonged somewhere -- someone who had a place to exist all on his own. Hound wasn't scared of dogs like Lockjaw and Dodge had been. Hound wasn't thinking of gnashing teeth and bloodthirsty eyes whenever pier stared at himself too long, he
wasn't! ...That's what Hound told himself, at least. Hound's fur has healed from the dog teeth that burrowed into his face. They've even scarred over! So why can't he just... get over it? It's an unending source of frustration for the tom. Hound feels like damaged goods, and pierces scars are a visual reminder that he wasn't strong enough to overcome one measly dog. A reminder that Hound is broken, cowardly. Any time he looks into the water...
Lockjaw was quivering in the arena again, his fur raising as he hissed and spat at the canines surrounding him. Lockjaw was watching as the smaller cream-colored dog broke free of its cheap cage and lunged towards him while the Longleg snatched at its collar. Lockjaw backed away, hitting the wall, panicking as the dog snapped its jaws shut. Suddenly, Lockjaw was in pain,
so much pain.
And the dog flung Lockjaw up, out of the arena.
And Lockjaw landed among a shocked gaggle of longlegs.
And Lockjaw ran, blind.
And Lockjaw escaped.
Every time he sees his scars or scents a dog, Hound always blinks his eyes open, only to realize that pierce was pressing himself against the base of a cliff, ashamed.
