Gill

Gill walked along the dilapidated pews of the church, the matted fur on his tail brushing along the tops of what would have been seats twolegs would use when visiting this building- at least in the stories he heard in his kithood. He jumped from armrest to armrest, paws cushioning the blow of any splinters that might have fractured from the wooden bodies of the furniture, until he finally reached the back of it, where light shone through the stained glass window, once formidable and now tarnished by age. 

*Symbolic, isn't it?* Gill thought bitterly, staring up at it after clambering onto the lectern, tail swinging lightly from side to side off the edge. *You and me are one in the same- though I won't shatter so easily.* He scoffed to himself as he realised he was talking to a window, of all things- though, it made for better company than most cats; at least a window would only cut him if he stepped on its shards. 

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"Are you here to kill me?" He wheezed out, self-deprecating amusement filling his words, "Is this how I die?"

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─◇ Basic Information

Name: Gill 

Age: 34 moons

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: tba

Clan: N/A

Rank: loner

─◇ Family and Bonds

(npc) Mother: Peppermint (deceased, kittypet)

(npc) Father: Stoutbark (deceased, Windclan warrior)

Siblings: ???

Mate: Fernfall (deceased)

Crush: none

Kits: Unknown - he abandoned his mate before they were born

─◇ Affiliations

Former Mentor: N/A

Apprentice: N/A

Former apprentice: N/A

Allies: Tigris(star/wrath)

Enemies: none as of yet

Groups: Natural Selection (Member)

─◇ Appearance and Personality Information

Personality: Gill is a scrappy, skittish and defensive tom who would do anything in exchange for food- regardless of if it breaks the warrior code, or goes against his own beliefs. He'd given up trying to preserve his dignity moons ago; food is better than starvation. He used to be a decent hunter, but after a while he gave up trying, due to his prey being stolen by cats bigger than him- eventually, he found it easier to accept food as payment in order to stay alive.

─◇ Voice and Theme(s)

[voice]: Undecided on a voice claim - Raspy, as if his voice is locked in a permanent hiss

[Song]:  Angel Eyes and Basketball - Foot Ox