🐑 sheepcurl 🐑
It had been a few moons since he had last saw the person, he had grown so fondly of someone he thought he'd spend the rest of his life with. Someone that had helped him accept him for who he was so when he had suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth without an even word of what was to be expected. It had torn him into a million pieces and ultimately left him rather bitter about everything and anything. Sheepcurl was utterly stupid for hoping for his ray of sunshine, the sliver of hope that had helped him stay sane in the clan.
Letting out a soft sigh the tom had slowly limped towards the medicine cat den having accidently fallen in a pile of thorns while out hunting in just about any inch of territory he could ultimately find himself. Grumbling to himself he let his blue hues shifted around, "Quiethawk are you here....?" He called out as he took a seat towards the entrance his voice sounded rather off and distance like he wasn't completely and utterly there in this time of age. Tail slightly twitching he let his gaze shift lazily about as he waited to see if he could find the cat he was looking for.
To his dismay they happened to not be there, as if it was just his luck in life. "Of course," he grumbled rather bitterly. He was about to turn and leave to find a spot to wait out for the medicine cat until his gaze landed on a rather ill tom. Tail twitched slightly as he stared at them for a moment. He heard a rumor about some strange cat that had gotten rather sick or even hurt out in their territory and would soon find their days numbered in the medicine cat den. Sheepcurl hadn't officially believed that the rumors were actually true until he stood there staring at them.
"Who are you?" He asked him arching a brow.