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° 32 Moons ° years old
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Post by ♡ Witheredrose ♡ on Oct 21, 2021 21:24:45 GMT -5Tag, Words "What is a King to a God?" A new day had dawned, attempting to forget those that previously passed since the vicious creatures had attacked both Moon and Sun alike. A frown tugged upon Witheredrose's features, brows furrowing in frustration as the situation unfolded once more in his mind, the chilling bite of the autumn air offering no solace in it's cool winds as white fur was buffeted this way and that, a blanket of strands covering that of the scarred half of his face, was gently pulled from it's former rest, wisping within the air with each puff of wind. Unhealed wounds still battered the tom's body, and even now he could not help but cough of a sliver of blood if he pushed himself too far. These scars were none to be proud of, the slashes on his back reminding him much of a bird ripped of it's wings, and he very much so felt the same. Hollowed crimson hues gazed upon the endless blue sky, contemplating how it must feel to be one of the many birds that carelessly drifted by. How did it feel to be free? Desire pulsed beneath his pelt, spiking with anger as the peaceful birds formed into snow cloaked hawks within his mind, teeth gritting as his gaze entered that of the leaders very own upon memory. They were filled with nothing but delight. A paw swiped a drifting leaf from the air, claws digging into the frail papered leaf as the deputy tore it to shred. He had been prey to those birds, and in so, each one fell to the might of his warriors, all but one who continued to watch from the darkness, the shadows, waiting for another chance to strike. Trapping them within a cage of their own fear, trapping him. I don't care how, I don't care when, but that bastard has to pay. Ruby hues dropped to the shredded pieces beneath his paws, envisioning it as the shredded feathers of the hawk, the blood that had stained his enemies now became their blood stained upon his claws, upon his fur, and with satisfaction, the deputy could almost feel the seeping liquid on his pelt, taste the disgusting tar on his tongue. And nothing had tasted better. Nothing had felt better. Rising to his paws, Witheredrose padded along the border once more, it seemed to be the place he found the most amusement in, encountering felines of Sunclan descent and conversing with them, upon the surface it was harmless banter. But knowledge was power, and the white-furred tom had nothing but lies to share, and knowledge to gain. Perhaps he could squeeze some news out of a new found friend? Baystorm wasn't the most talkative, and only seemed to pipe up when nagging him about pushing his limits. There were many questions he harbored towards the attack on Sunclan, who lived, who died, how many were hurt, are they healing, are they weak, what were they going to do about these attacks? Had they suffered nearly as much as Moonclan did? Bile seemed to fill Witheredrose's maw at the thought of the 'partnered' clan escaping the ordeal with only wounds, fur bristling in rigged peaks at the thought. Perhaps a new training method was in order? Notes
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Post by Frecklefern on Nov 6, 2021 12:16:11 GMT -5
And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to
And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to
The sun had begun to slowly peak above the horizon, yet another day had dawned. The streams of sunlight pushed their way into her den through the cracks in the walls though they hadn’t disturbed the she’s slumber. In the night she had laid in her nest simply peaking into the night. While the rest of the clan rested she simply watched. Nothing good ever seemed to come from the night as the darkness had taken form to attack her clan, kill her leader, and wound those who would never forget what she had done. Yet as the dawn appeared the she decided she must rise as well. Between her teeth Frecklefern grabbed a large leaf and pushed her way out of the den. Sitting outside was her own private guard, one who had been placed their for safety purposes; for her own or the clans, who was to say but it didn’t change the fact that this is what she was to live with now. “If ya ain’t wanna go with me or I’ll find someone else but I gotta go git some herbs from the clearing.” The mottled healer started to trot away from her den, not even looking over her shoulder as she did. Had the guard not started following her then someone would have stopped her before she left camp.
As Frecklefern entered the clearing for the first time in nights all of the tension left her shoulders and she felt as if she could finally breathe. A cool breeze brushed through her fur and for a moment she stood there to take it all in. Her heart had stopped pounded for a moment and she didn’t feel like she had look over her shoulder. All of the eyes that constantly tracked her every move were left behind in camp. Though the warrior still stood near her she could push him towards the back of her mind long enough to imagine she was alone. Yet that moment couldn’t last for every and the mottled healer continued to push on.
Continuing on the morning was quiet. Not many were up this early so she’d be able to avoid the prying eyes. Reaching the clearing she turned to the warrior who had accompanied her and gave him a nod. “Ya can stay here. I ain’t gonna leave ya sight but I ain’t need someone followin’ me step for step.” With that, the she stepped away from the top to walk along the border. It was an understanding between the two clans that those responsible for keeping them alive could wander here without fear of retaliation. Along the border mint and lavender grew often filling the area with a distinct scent. As she walked along there was something else intermingled with them, one much more distinct. Her eyes looked along the border in search of the scent and quickly she spotted it. “Well, I ain’t expectin’ to find company out here, but it looks like company found me.” Her chocolate dipped toes carried her in the direction of the tom. It had been nearly a moon since she had seen the tom and as she got closer she could see how that moon had aged him. New scars, new wrinkles, new wounds that still needed to heal.
Guess this moon wasn’t easy on either of us.
As Frecklefern entered the clearing for the first time in nights all of the tension left her shoulders and she felt as if she could finally breathe. A cool breeze brushed through her fur and for a moment she stood there to take it all in. Her heart had stopped pounded for a moment and she didn’t feel like she had look over her shoulder. All of the eyes that constantly tracked her every move were left behind in camp. Though the warrior still stood near her she could push him towards the back of her mind long enough to imagine she was alone. Yet that moment couldn’t last for every and the mottled healer continued to push on.
Continuing on the morning was quiet. Not many were up this early so she’d be able to avoid the prying eyes. Reaching the clearing she turned to the warrior who had accompanied her and gave him a nod. “Ya can stay here. I ain’t gonna leave ya sight but I ain’t need someone followin’ me step for step.” With that, the she stepped away from the top to walk along the border. It was an understanding between the two clans that those responsible for keeping them alive could wander here without fear of retaliation. Along the border mint and lavender grew often filling the area with a distinct scent. As she walked along there was something else intermingled with them, one much more distinct. Her eyes looked along the border in search of the scent and quickly she spotted it. “Well, I ain’t expectin’ to find company out here, but it looks like company found me.” Her chocolate dipped toes carried her in the direction of the tom. It had been nearly a moon since she had seen the tom and as she got closer she could see how that moon had aged him. New scars, new wrinkles, new wounds that still needed to heal.
Guess this moon wasn’t easy on either of us.
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