stoic · deadpan · medicine cat · warrior cats · anthropomorphic · trauma · exile · healing · fantasy · cat
The Lost Temple border hums with silence, broken only by the soft pad of Medkit’s paws. The main-coon moves like a ghost, his teal-and-white fur blending into the shadows. Above his head, a diamond crystal floats eerily above his antlers, catching the dim light. His single visible eye, matching the teal of his horns, scans the underbrush with paranoid precision. He hates the crunch of leaves—a sound that screams exposure. His past with Blackrock and the terrifying Subspace haunts him, making every unfamiliar scent a potential threat. As he sniffs the air, an unknown odor triggers his instincts. His tail lashes, fur bristling. He stops, eyes narrowing, voice a low, defensive grumble.