Post by Katara on Mar 24, 2022 22:17:33 GMT -5
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Never had Cloverstar felt so exhausted and so restless at the same time. The thunderstorm from yesterday had kept most cats trapped in the cave for their own safety, leaving many irritable and equally restless. Not only that, but she and the other leaders had been planning to send exploration patrols out as soon as possible, and this storm was delaying that. If things didn't clear up soon... She flexed her claws, glancing around the cave for something - anything - else to keep her occupied. She couldn't hunt or patrol without great inconvenience to herself, and there was little else to do with others besides talk. She hated it. She was going to go insane inside this cave; she could only keep her cool for so long before something in her would snap.
Her gaze drifted toward the TreeClan cats, drawn to that dappled, silver coat as she always would be and felt positively overwhelmed at the longing that washed over her. She wanted nothing more than to comfortably make her way to her side with the knowledge the other she-cat would greet her with a purr. Why couldn't they go back to the way they were before? The answer was in the dark tabby always near her, whose amber eyes always followed her, as if Cloverstar were a fox that might snatch his mate away.
Something simmered within her as she flexed her claws again, scouring the area around Shrikesong, and it was with surprise she noticed she was alone. Well, not alone, but Darkstone wasn't nearby - perhaps keeping their kits occupied? She had tried to speak to Graypaw again once in the cave, but the brutish tom had ended that interaction so quickly and suddenly she was convinced he'd been lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to make a move.
Maybe he was now. But she didn't care - it had been moons since she'd said a word to Shrikesong, and despite the bitterness between them there was a part of her that just missed the simple comfort of her presence. Perhaps now that they were both mothers, they could find some common ground... She could ask for advice on parenting - surely Shrikesong wouldn't refuse her that. Yes, that's a good angle, she decided, already moving toward TreeClan warrior.
Her approach earned several curious looks, but not suspicion - the Clans had become used to mingling with each other by now. "I spoke to Graypaw the other day," she said by way of greeting, settling herself once she was near Shrikesong. "Not for long," she admitted (No thanks to your idiot mate), "but she's grown, hasn't she? She's going to make a fine warrior... you must be proud."
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i find it very, very easy to be true
i find myself alone when each day is through
yes, i'll admit that i'm a fool for you
because you're mine...
i find myself alone when each day is through
yes, i'll admit that i'm a fool for you
because you're mine...
I WALK THE
line
line
clover
cloverstar.
NIGHTCLAN LEADER // 60 MOONS
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Her gaze drifted toward the TreeClan cats, drawn to that dappled, silver coat as she always would be and felt positively overwhelmed at the longing that washed over her. She wanted nothing more than to comfortably make her way to her side with the knowledge the other she-cat would greet her with a purr. Why couldn't they go back to the way they were before? The answer was in the dark tabby always near her, whose amber eyes always followed her, as if Cloverstar were a fox that might snatch his mate away.
Something simmered within her as she flexed her claws again, scouring the area around Shrikesong, and it was with surprise she noticed she was alone. Well, not alone, but Darkstone wasn't nearby - perhaps keeping their kits occupied? She had tried to speak to Graypaw again once in the cave, but the brutish tom had ended that interaction so quickly and suddenly she was convinced he'd been lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to make a move.
Maybe he was now. But she didn't care - it had been moons since she'd said a word to Shrikesong, and despite the bitterness between them there was a part of her that just missed the simple comfort of her presence. Perhaps now that they were both mothers, they could find some common ground... She could ask for advice on parenting - surely Shrikesong wouldn't refuse her that. Yes, that's a good angle, she decided, already moving toward TreeClan warrior.
Her approach earned several curious looks, but not suspicion - the Clans had become used to mingling with each other by now. "I spoke to Graypaw the other day," she said by way of greeting, settling herself once she was near Shrikesong. "Not for long," she admitted (No thanks to your idiot mate), "but she's grown, hasn't she? She's going to make a fine warrior... you must be proud."
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