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Post by Fawn on Aug 17, 2016 21:40:36 GMT -5
Was this how StoneClan felt? Traipsing through such dry territory? Lotuswhisker didn't see the appeal of the constant exposure to the sun, or the abundance of rocks and (wait for it) more rocks. Perhaps StoneClan was content with their lot in life because they knew the other Clans would be unwilling to share their territory? A patrol of one took the brown feline to the edge of NightClan's territory, her whiskers twitching with distaste at the NightClan scent that coated the roof of her mouth when she renewed the markers on RainClan's side. Better StoneClan than NightClan, at least I wouldn't have to smell so... foul. Fetid, like warm swamp. How could they breathe when they were all sharing a den together? It was a wonder they hadn't all lost their sense of smell, the bog-stench dulling the usually adept power of the feline nose. A noise behind made her swivel, Lotuswhisker's body tensing, a faint lash of her tail visible as she slowly moved into the ferns, wanting to see who it was before they saw them. It had only been a few moons, the distinguishable scent each of her Clan mates carried had not begun to fade from her mind; yet it was difficult to determine who it was when she was so close to the marshlands. Dry as the valley was, the smell of damp mud still carried over. Best case scenario, it was Mothfoot or Salmonclaw. Worst case scenario, it was Blackthorn or one of Timberwing's supporters. Well... Not every cat in Timberwing's group would be so quick to resort to violence. Lotuswhisker's claws sheathed and unsheathed; aggression was never her first tactic. But these were strange, strange times. She hadn't expected herself to be exiled to the Woodland Cove with her mother and a bunch of other RainClan cats for three moons, but there you go. Lotuswhisker's heart flopped in her breast like a landed minnow. What if there was more than one? Nothing to do but... run. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tags @jem notes I hope this is okay! words 333 Words
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 6:53:44 GMT -5
Jaycry - 699 - Fawn - angry jaycry hehIt had been a much better night for Jaycry and the silver tom felt good and refreshed. He wouldn't go as far as to say he was particularly happy but it was a start. Not wanting to disturb his denmates for the third night in a row, Jaycry had found himself a sheltered clump of reeds by the stream to make his nest in for the night and had fallen asleep under the stars almost instantly and had managed to make it through the whole night undisturbed. However it still nagged at him and he couldn't shake off the feeling that it wasn't truly gone for good. He let his gaze travel to the sky, appreciating the beauty of the sun rising into the dusty blue bringing its magnificent streaks of red and orange with it. He'd just finished grooming himself and he stood now, arching his back into a long and luxurious stretch before padding over to the small stream. He bent down to lap at the clear water, feeling once again ever so grateful for the everlasting water supply in their territory despite the drought surrounding them. He could see small fish swimming speedily in the opposite directions as his shadow fell over the water and his whiskers twitched with amusement. His stomach growled with morning hunger but he knew if he hunted he would have to bring the prey back to the Clan first and he wasn't ready to return just yet so he abandoned the fish and set off in the opposite direction at a brisk trot. He wanted to stretch his legs before returning but he also felt the responsibilities of being a warrior in a Clan weighing on his shoulders so he decided if he wasn't going to hunt he would go on patrol so he was still helping in some way. Since he'd taken the StoneClan border only recently he decided to take the NightClan one today and he slowed to a walk as he padded quietly through the dry and brittle grass. It was much more lush beside the streams although even there it was beginning to suffer but this far in the grass had almost lost all of its green colour. He kept his mouth opened slightly, drinking in all of the scents around him and kept his ears pricked listening for any movement in the undergrowth. It was the way one hunting would usually walk but with the way things were Jaycry wasn't remaining alert for prey, no he was alert for cats. He felt the same dull pang of fury in his stomach that always hit him when thinking of the cats that called themselves 'purists'. They were nothing more than traitorous fleas to him now and he couldn't resist lashing his tail through the brittle stalks in pure anger. However he shook his head, forcing himself to calm down. There was nothing they could do after all, not until Timberstar recovered or....well he didn't want to go too far into that or. But for now he would trust his leader despite the anger that burned within him at the thought of cats who'd betrayed their Clan still living in these lands. He'd come close to the border now and suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw a flicker of movement and turned just to see the ferns rustle and what looked like a tail disappear into it. He froze, fur beginning to bristle along his shoulders as his muscles tensed beneath his pelt. He opened his mouth to drink in the scents around him and managed to pick up a faint RiverClan tang but for once this didn't comfort him and the NightClan smell was too heavy here for him to pick up any details. He unsheathed his claws and lashed his tail from side to side with his azure gaze blazing. "Show yourself!" He'd hissed furiously. Anger coursed through his veins as he stood ready to fight if needed. If it was a traitorous purist looking for a fight then he would gladly deliver but if it was merely a Clanmate playing games they'd still most definitely get a cuff around the ear. |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 18, 2016 8:23:30 GMT -5
She recognized that hiss; it's Jaycry. Going to trust in what she knew of the younger tom, Lotuswhisker pushed out of the ferns, confronting him with a cool, disarming smile. "Tah dah. Are you happy now, Grouchyfur?" She knew she was talking a fine line—what if he still attacked her despite Lotuswhisker choosing to keep her claws in?—but with a faintly nervous swallow, Lotuswhisker stood her ground. Maintaining a calm disposition was key, wasn't it? Jaycry was likely a better fighter than her, though her memorization abilities made her distinctive; Lotuswhisker's drawback was that she never had any unique moves of her own. She could only rely on what Leopardyowl had taught her; it was a wonder that cold, callous, hateful warrior had taught her anything other than how to roll over and play dead. Lotuswhisker suppressed a shiver at the unhappy memories; his contempt had been... difficult to deal with. Jaycry's hostility was not better, but it wasn't worse. She felt a little less vulnerable to the opinions of a loyalist; she had chosen her side. Traitor he may call her, but she could easily say the same of him. "Fortunate that you're here," Lotuswhisker's soft fur rippled in the sunlight as she turned, gesturing to the border with the tip of her tail, the foreboding marshlands just behind. "We may not be... getting along right now, but NightClan doesn't know that." The more cats were seen patrolling the border, the better. Lotuswhisker didn't get her thoughts too caught up in politics or Clan spats; she couldn't claim to know much about Dimstar, but NightClan's shady, seedy reputation preceded them. Give a NightClan cat a mouselength and they'd take your whole territory. They're the ones we should be hostile towards. Not each other.After everything NightClan had done to them, why couldn't those loyalists see that supporting Timberwing was a terrible choice? Maybe it was a lost cause to reason with them. At least with him, at any rate. Jaycry wasn't known for his diplomacy, was he? What she recalled of the tabby-striped warrior, he could be a little... cold. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tags @jem notes words 355 Words
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 14:35:19 GMT -5
Jaycry - 694 - Fawn - I had permission to have Lotuswhisker follow Jaycry ^^He remained tensed and ready, lowering his body into an almost crouch as the ferns rustled and a she-cat emerged from the cover. He blinked a few times, recognition coming crashing over him and he felt himself hesitate. He knew this cat. Lotuswhisker...The name floated around in his mind, he hadn't particularly been friendly with the she-cat but they had gotten on when needed, it just felt so unnatural to view her as an enemy. Now he saw why it was so hard to face these cats, his anger had dulled to confusion but he refused to let it show and cleared his mind quickly as he straightened himself hastily. She didn't seem like she wanted to fight and after a few moments he sighed and let his fur flatten as his claws slipped back into place. What was he supposed to do? He remained silent, letting his icy gaze clash with hers as the sun continued to rise higher and higher into the sky above them His ears leaned back slightly in indignation at the teasing insult and he huffed crossly, flicking his tail. "I don't think you're in much of a position to be calling me names" was all he muttered back, gaze narrowed.
He was angry at her, that he knew but he wasn't sure how to express it. He didn't want to attack her but what was he supposed to do? If it was a NightClan cat standing here he wouldn't have stood down like he did just there, he shouldn't be letting the familiar faces and scent be throwing him off. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do anything but watch her with an unreadable expression through narrowed eyes. He blinked stupidly at her next words, realising she was right even though he hated to admit it. What would happen anyway if a NightClan cat spotted them getting into a fight by the border, it wasn't something he wanted the other Clans knowing so without a word he turned to move along the border, flicking his tail at her to follow. "Not getting along may be an understatement" He would then murmur in response to the words she'd spoken a few minutes ago. He fixed his azure gaze on the other cat, feeling a deep pang of sadness run through him. It felt so natural patrolling the border with her, who would know that they were on complete opposite sides of a war no other Clan knew about. He turned back so that he was facing the other direction, pausing to mark the border every now and again. He walked briskly, glancing back at Lotuswhisker a few times, mildly surprised that she had decided to stay rather than leave. His tail flicked and he frowned, slightly bothered by her ease. She should be intimidated by him this wasn't her territory anymore!
Finally he simply stopped and spun around to face the she-cat. He eyed her suspiciously for a moment before simply asking. "Why?" Despite all his fantasies of putting any purist cat he found in its place all he felt now was bitter disappointment at the whole situation that had fallen upon them. He shook his head and elaborated his question. "Why did you leave? And I don't want to know why the purists left, why did you individually decide to leave and become a purist?" He stared at her, his gaze unwavering as he awaited her reply. After a moment he added in a voice that had fallen almost as quiet as a whisper. "You of all cats should know that blood doesn't affect who you are" he blinked slowly and glanced away, his tail tip twitched restlessly over the ground and he wondered if she'd be offended by the statement. He'd heard the rumours, who hadn't? She was part NightClan, not by much but it was still something. He fixed his pressing gaze back on her, how long would it be until they decided she wasn't pure enough? He almost had the nerve to challenge her with it but for now he held back, he wanted to hear her answer to his first question before anything else. |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 18, 2016 19:22:14 GMT -5
Lotuswhisker30 Moons, She-Cat, RainClan Warrior ------ "You of all cats should know that blood doesn't affect who you are."
Jaycry's words pricked her skin as though she'd fallen into a bed of thorns. Lotuswhisker didn't like how intuitive he was; it would honestly be easier if he didn't care enough to ask. But... he did, and maybe he deserved an answer. Maybe he deserved proof that she wasn't a bad cat just because she disagreed with Timberstar's rule.
Keeping some distance away from elaborating on her personal feelings while still sharing some of the thoughts behind her actions, Lotuswhisker spoke. "If Timberwing had been born in RainClan, raised by RainClan parents, trained by a RainClan cat—then I wouldn't mind her being leader." But the way things are now... It's not right.
Lotuswhisker shook her head softly, whiskers twitching in the wind. "But she wasn't. It's easy to say blood doesn't matter—but we have a NightClan warrior trying to lead RainClan. Maybe you think I'm unfair, but... Timberwing couldn't even teach Crowblaze how to fish. Why would StarClan want us to be led by a cat who grew up NightClan? I believe that RainClan deserves better than that."
Maybe Razorstar had tried to prove a point when he elected Timberwing as his deputy. Maybe it was out of spite, knowing that a former NightClan warrior would have no right to question his own blood purity for having a loner father when Timberwing herself had not a drop of RainClan blood to speak of. Lotuswhisker did not resent Timberwing's loyalists for their choice, but the feeling obviously wasn't mutual.
She was proud of her Clan. She was proud of her heritage (ignoring one fourth of it), no cat could take away that feeling of personal strength when she thought of all the RainClan and RiverClan warriors on her mother's side of the family. It made her want to be a better cat. Jaycry probably didn't understand it—or maybe he did, but it wasn't enough to justify the in-fighting.
Lotuswhisker's tail tip twitched, privately anticipating his thoughts on the matter. If every cat could just forget that her father was half NightClan, that would be great. Lotuswhisker knew she would have no such luck, however; she led a life with a pawful of blessings, but complete trust from her companions and deliberate overlooking of her heritage was not one of them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 10:44:05 GMT -5
Jaycry - 853 - Fawn - <33Hesitation seemed to lace every thought and move he made in the she-cat's presence. He wasn't certain on what point he was trying to make and even how to get it across. Doubt flashed in his icy gaze but he pushed it back firmly, relaxing his tensed shoulders and standing taller as he let himself meet her gaze. She'd bristled slightly at his words but it was all he expected, for a cat so high in her mighty throne it must suck having a fault. His tail tip twitched to and fro as she took the time to reply to him. He shifted his position on the dry and earthy ground as he watched her keenly. She was intelligent he knew that, yet she seemed to let some sort of egotistic pride get in her way at times and it had frustrated him more than once. However he decided that the reply she'd given him was somewhat satisfactory and although he hated to admit it, he could see where she was coming from. He lifted his gaze to the dusty blue sky, squinting slightly against the brightness of the sun as he watched a few birds circle far overhead. There was so much he wanted to say but he just didn't know how to put it into words. Frustration burned within him and he unsheathed his claws and sank them into the dry earth absentmindedly. There had to be a solution to all of this! But try as he may, he could just not think of a way the situation would be fixed anytime soon and he found himself pushing his claws even further into the dirt. He hated feeling so helpless, he'd never found it as easy to sit back and let others do what they needeed to do. It was likely to do with the fact that the first time he'd ever realized what it felt like to be helpless to fix something was when he'd had to watch his sister get swept to her death and since then he'd always wanted to feel he had some control of a situation. He winced slightly at the memory and shook his head sharply. He didn't want Lotuswhisker to notice that he was distressed and he forced his claws to sheathe as he fell into silent thought for a few moments. When he did speak up his voice had fallen to an unusually soft tone, gaze remaining downcast as thoughts stirred in the depths of his eyes. "I understand what you mean, I do but I trust her. I trust Timberstar and I trusted Razorstar before her. Sure maybe she has faults but things aren't supposed to be perfect, we're supposed to overcome such obstacles not flee from them." He stopped hastily, glancing up to the she-cat worried he'd offended her with his words. They weren't supposed to be aimed at her in anyway but it didn't mean she wouldn't take it personally. He hesitated briefly but pushed on, desperate to get some sort of point out there even if it was poorly given. He'd never been the best speaker. "I don't know how to say it dammit" He hissed lightly and lashed his tail over the ground. It seemed the frustration was not going to give up its battle on trying to get the better of him. "Would StarClan have let Timberstar become leader if they didn't think she was up for the task? We must at least trust our ancestors" He meowed, tone sharp and determined. If they could not trust StarClan they could trust no one, they had to have faith in their ancestors right? Without them they were nothing. Yet it was Swanfeather, the medicine cat who shared tongues with StarClan who had rebelled against Timberstar's rule. He inhaled deeply to take control of the raging emotions of confusion and frustration burning within him.
He gazed wordlessly at Lotuswhisker for a few moments, did she truly believe that the Clan should abandon Timberstar? She was her leader, it was so wrong. "If only the Clan had found a different solution. You know what RainClan truly doesn't deserve? To have it that cats that were once your friends, family, denamtes are now enemies. I've seen the looks on some cats even going out to patrol, never before have they had to feel uncertain in their own territory! This stupid standoff isn't going to solve anything" His words had started off heated but had dropped to a quiet murmur by the time he'd reached the end of what he'd said. He had moved a few pawsteps back from the NightClan border, away from any prying eyes that may be located on the other side although all scents were too stale to mean there was any cat nearby. He shot a sideways glance over at his company. "What exactly does Swanfeather think the solution for this is? Timberstar isn't going to just stroll over and apologize for being NightClan and let her choose a new successor." He shook his head, simply sighing and breathing out. "What is going to happen to RainClan.?..." |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 22, 2016 14:19:36 GMT -5
Lotuswhisker30 Moons, She-Cat, RainClan Warrior ------ Jaycry was a whirlpool of emotion; she saw the currents of frustration rippling over his pelt, saw it in the confliction in his eyes and the way his fur bristled just slightly. This was upsetting to him—and Lotuswhisker couldn't help but wonder why. He was a pure RainClan cat, yet he chose Timberwing's side... He said that he could see where she was coming from, though. Lotuswhisker frowned in confusion, absorbing some of the gray warrior's inner turmoil.
"I'm not any happier about this than you are," Lotuswhisker mewed quietly, her voice low but certain. She would not shy away from her own opinions in the face of a cat whose seemed so much stronger than hers. "I trust StarClan with my whole heart, Jaycry. That's why I think they are allowing Swanfeather to do this. Who are we to let StarClan fight our own battles? Perhaps there is no... wrong way or... right way..."
Now it was her turn to fidget with discomfort. Lotuswhisker was entirely guilty of wanting this entire mess to be cleared away, washed downstreams without any remaining debris or broken pieces they would have to tiptoe around otherwise. "I don't know what Swanfeather's going to do, and I won't ask you what Timberwing is planning—" she would not resort to underhanded tactics, even if her mother might have wanted her to take advantage of the situation "—all I know is that I am going to stay with my family. I might not like what's happening, but what would that say about us if we stopped fighting for a cause we believe in?"
A smile ghosted across her pretty brown features, sea-green eyes fixed on Jaycry's bright, stormy blue. "Oh I'm sure you have a sharp retort to that, but save it, please. I'd rather just get this patrol over with, wouldn't you? This problem is much bigger than ourselves." And I don't know how to fix it. Or where even to begin.
What if this was a conflict that lasted moons more? How much longer could RainClan bleed out like this? Clanmates fighting Clanmates... well, the borders had been quiet for the Loyalists and the Purists, but for how long? Maybe it's like a storm. We need to reach the heaviest part before the clouds will finally start dissipating.
Lotuswhisker hoped that was the case; she was certain what all of this continued fighting would do to the Clan otherwise.
If they weren't careful, there wasn't going to be a RainClan left.
With that frightening thought sticking like a burr, Lotuswhisker took the lead then, brushing her scent along the few trees on their territory, rubbing her cheek against a couple of ferns when she was close enough. She was still a RainClan cat, and she would still do her part to be a good warrior. Maybe that's all we really can do? Just be good warriors.
Swanfeather will lead us...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 10:08:06 GMT -5
Jaycry - 1,058 - Fawn - notes The sun had dragged itself even higher into the sky and through the trees his distressed gaze reflected the sky as he gazed up at it in silence. He could feel Lotuswhisker's gaze bearing into him yet his eyes remained focused upwards at the everlasting stretch of blue, dotted here and there with the occasional fluffy cloud. He squinted slightly, the dazzling glare of the sun causing his eyes to sting. Eventually he allowed himself to return his focus to his companion and was surprised to see she seemed almost uncertain of herself. For a cat usually so certain on everything she decided on, it wasn't a usual occurrence. However as he blinked a number of times in an effort to adjust his gaze back to the darker shade of where they stood he noticed her paler gaze instantly flick back to the certainty he was used to, earlier hesitation having vanished like the mist at dawn. The shade left his azure orbs much darker and stormier yet once he stepped into the light they would change into lighter sky-like shades however for now he remained hidden in the shade of the tall trees and his long tail flicked from side to side as he waited quietly for her to speak. He had to tilt his ears slightly to hear her when she finally decided to speak and he nodded mutely when she declared her unhappiness towards the situation. Of course she was unhappy, if a cat did find any joy at what was going on - purist or not, then they certainly had to have bees in their brain. He stiffened slightly at her next retort, fur beginning to bristle defensively as he opened his mouth. "I wasn't saying StarClan should fight our battles-" he began before trailing off and forcing his fur to lie flat again, shaking his head. He'd had no reason to get offended over that statement, she wasn't trying to make a dig and he blinked sheepishly as he simply mumbled out a quick "Sorry..." and fell silent again to let her continue. Were StarClan really letting Swanfeather tear RainClan in half? But why? He exhaled slowly, his earlier frustration giving way to weariness. Why must things be so difficult? It was no lie that life as a Warrior wasn't easy, of course not it wasn't supposed to be but this was a whole new level of uncertainties that shouldn't have been happening. They were supposed to have each others backs, what did StarClan plan on happening? He'd never been jealous of a medicine cat's ability to share tongues with their ancestors but for once he wished he could simply to interrogate the starry cats. Not like he'd get an answer, they seemed much too fond of speaking in riddles and prophecies to give a straight out answer. He glanced back at Lotuswhisker, noting that she seemed uncomfortable again as she spoke quickly. He hadn't really been expecting a proper explanation as to what Swanfeather was up to yet it still filled him with slight disappointment to hear her say it. He dipped his head in acknowledgement as she said she wouldn't pry to what Timberstar's plans were and he felt his pelt prickle uneasily. He wouldn't admit it to her of course but he had no idea what the leader's plans were, she hadn't exactly been too vocal with the rest of the Clan recently and he felt slight worry stab him. With their leader out of action what were they supposed to do? And how long would it be until Swanfeather and her purists found out? He listened on as she continued with her statement, grateful for the slight breeze that ruffled his fur suddenly yet it seemed to die away as quick as it came and left them victim to the stifling heat once again. He flicked his tail, he didn't want cats to stop fighting for a cause to believe in! But it was affecting everyone negatively! However before he could even think to protest she pushed on with a slight smirk. He scowled slightly but nodded as he began pushing through the thick undergrowth in answer. But he couldn't stop one thing from slipping out. "But if we don't do anything who will? I don't even mean us individually I just mean, is every cat just waiting for something to happen that might not even come?" He remained facing forward as he spoke but did shoot the occasional sideways glance at the pretty she-cat as they moved, only stopping to mark the occasional border mark. He'd fallen silent then for a good few moments however finally he did break the silence once more with a completely off-topic question. "Lotuswhisker, do you remember my sister? She died when I was a kit, you may or may not have been a new apprentice I can't remember." He had picked up the pace, walking briskly as his pelt ruffled with discomfort. This was a topic he rarely neared and most cats seemed too nervous to ever bring it up around him. "I made a promise that day" he breathed, voice nearly a whisper. "I promised her I would make sure this was a Clan she would have wanted to grow up in, if StarClan insisted she would be the one to die I was going to make sure to look after this Clan in her memory. I know she would've wanted me to, she was such a sweet thing..." he broke off, choked by strong emotion flooding him. He shook his head and continued on with effort. "After I let her die I didn't know what to do, but then I realized all she would've wanted was that the Clan was happy. I wanted to make sure that in honor of her memory I would keep everyone safe and make RainClan a Clan she would've wanted to live in. Maybe you think I'm far too determined to fix this as a mere warrior, but for her I would do anything." He fell silent then, gaze stony as he pushed on without another word. Who would've guessed that out of all cats he would decide to confide in it would be Lotuswhisker, a cat who'd managed to always ruffle his pelt back in easier days and had then left to become a purist. |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 25, 2016 19:49:06 GMT -5
Lotuswhisker30 Moons, She-Cat, RainClan Warrior ------ Lotuswhisker's stomach lurched, an image of two warriors standing on the river bank—her mentor Leopardyowl among them—searching for a lost kitten. She had not been on that patrol, and though it had been tragic when she'd heard the news (she must've been 7 or 8 moons at the time), Lotuswhisker had been able to move on from it.
Realizing she may very well have been somewhat self-absorbed in her training as a kitten (especially with a mentor as leering and unwelcoming as Leopardyowl), Lotuswhisker offered late (but not insincere) condolences in the form of a brief lick to his shoulder. "You have a lot of drive, Jaycry. Do I fault you for that? No. I know you want what's best for her, and for the whole Clan. I want what's best for my sister, too." And I think we would be better under different leadership. Neither she or Willowbreeze had any aspirations for deputyship or leadership, so their quarter NightClan blood would be easy to overlook with time.
"For the sake of every cat involved, pray for a resolution soon." Come hell or high water...
No matter what StarClan decided, no matter what Swanfeather decided, Lotuswhisker hoped it would be soon. This civil war was not good for any cat, even if it had begun with good intentions—the best intentions—for RainClan. The infighting wasn't productive. She could visibly see the sourness in the wooded cove, as cats young and old gradually got used to being outcasts, and began to loathe the others.
For all she knew of the gray warrior, Lotuswhisker could read into his posture well, able to see that he was not the most talkative of cats. And yet they had had a full conversation the likes of which neither warrior expected; and he had opened up about the death of his sister. Lotuswhisker's gaze grew doubtful, wondering if those words should've been shared with a different Clanmate than she. Someone who could offer more sympathy, someone who could understand where he came from.
Nevertheless, his private feelings had been shared with her, and Lotuswhisker would hold on to them. She wouldn't even tell Willowbreeze, though she longed to hear what her sister had to say about the matter.
Their border check was complete, and the scent markers properly renewed. That meant that it was time for each cat—Loyalist and Purist—to go their separate ways. On a normal day, they would've walked back to camp together, continuing a totally different conversation, striding back to their friends and family with happier thoughts in their hearts.
"Take care, Jaycry." She mewed, able to be friendly with him after knowing he was pureblooded. When I get back, I'm going to pay a visit to Swanfeather... Surely their medicine cat would have answers. Jaycry's words were echoing in her head, and Lotuswhisker felt her soul stir, surprisingly intrigued.
If we don't do something who will?
If that wasn't a call to action, then Lotuswhisker was a purple-feathered goose.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 13:56:40 GMT -5
Jaycry warrior of rainclan -Just a quick post to wrap it up~-
He flinched at her touch due to merely not expecting it. Lifting his clouded gaze, a flicker of surprise glimmered in the darks depths of his azure orbs. Straightening and shaking his head he nodded quietly at her words. "I see you are set in your ways Lotuswhisker, as much as I am and I will respect that." He murmured decisively, there was nothing good about the current situation but it was how things were and they would have to get on with it and simply look after those they cared about until change made its appearance.
He nodded at her words of resolution. "Believe me, never have I ever hoped for something so much" He muttered sincerely before flicking his tail and picking up the pace along the border. The sun had risen much higher now and already the heat made his pelt itch. Never had he longed for Greenleaf to end so badly and he knew he wasn't the only one that would welcome the cooler temperatures.
They both fell silent then, simply moving on and getting the job done. He wondered idly what it was that she was thinking and as he shot her a side glance he could see her expression was of one in deep thought. Finally they reached the end and for a few moments he simply stood there awkwardly before she spoke up wishing him a farewell. "You too, Lotuswhisker. Hopefully we will see each other again under different circumstances" Dipping his head, he turned and moved back in the direction of his camp without glancing back. He was going to make things better, he had to. I hope you find a way to be yourself someday In weakness or in strength, change can be amazing background image | honest | Fawn | words | table by phoenix
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