[Justice]

The cold was not kind to her. It clung to her pelt and made hunting difficult. But she still had a thick coat and the ability to survive in the cold itself. Leafbare was never kind, but in the least she was made to survive it. RainClan cats were streamlined and water proof in the pelt from many moons living off the water, and Peachblossom was no different. Which was why she'd dug herself a den inside a snow drift and nestled in to watch the clan as they went about their day. Really, she was supposed to be doing something but she didn't care so much for what she was 'supposed' to do as much as what she wanted to do. Also, her mother was nagging her to find some handsome tom and have pretty grandkits for her to dote on. The older she-cat had badgered her for many moons, more so since Silverstar rose to power. After all, a she-cat in his good graces was given the entire valley on a leaf. Her words, not Peachblossom's. Silverstar was boring. She'd grown used to his various flings as they'd all grown up and decided his repetitive nature wasn't something interesting. His brother and littermate however, was another story.

She'd watched Brookfall from various hiding places over the moons. Watched and followed his drama since its beginning. She'd watched him make the mistake of falling in love with a she-cat that, to her, really didn't love him the same. She watched him do things against the clan for that she-cat, watched him struggle and fight to keep her and in the end, she watched him lose the one he loved. All just good drama for the blonde she-cat.

Many times she'd wanted to come out from her place and tell him how stupid he was being, how he had put his affections and efforts into the wrong cat. It wasn't affection for the tom that drove that drive, but her own personality. She hated it when she could see someone making a big mistake that to her was so obvious but they were too involved in to see. She hated not being able to tell them what she saw, to helping them turn the situation back around. And mostly, she hated seeing her clanmates in pain. While the drama was entertaining, she didn't like that that stupid tom had gotten hurt for his choices.

Fawn

[Fawn]

Brookfall

67 Moons Tom RainClan Warrior

Leafbare was Silverstar's favorite season. He had often seen his littermate 'skating' on thick patches of ice along the river bank, courting danger to pursue a strange pasttime. Brookfall did not share Silverstar's sentiments. The cold did not affect him as deeply as some of his Clanmates - he had been wholly blessed with Burrthorn's tremendous coat - but he found the season so lacking.

It was as if the world had suddenly been washed out, and all the colors and designs that made it interesting went away or were smothered by copious amounts of snow. On occasion, the almost violent-red plumage of a cardinal winging overhead would break up the drab winter monotone, but it was just a tease - a fleeting glimpse of better seasons.

And speaking of copious amounts of fur...

The dead animal in his mouth felt gamey compared to the almost bloodless flesh of fish. Brookfall's steps slowed, his six-toed tracks in the snow briefly coming to a halt so he could readjust his catch. The squirrel's tail hung limp from one end, and his teeth continued to pinch its scruff - almost like carrying a wayward kit back to the nursery. With the river the way it was, Brookfall couldn't afford to express too much displeasure over the taste. However, he was beginning to understand just how good RainClan had it.

The river's height fluctuated with the seasons and the amount of rainfall or snowmelt, but there was rarely a serious shortage on prey. Fish could be found, one just had to know where to look. However... now they were looking with dismay at the body of water that had sustained them for countless, countless moons, and were forced to look to ground prey to get through these tough days.

Brookfall ultimately chose to set the squirrel down, his tongue swipping over his jaws at the displeasing taste. Then another scent hit him; it had the familiar fishy tang of a Clanmate, but not one he knew well. Peachblossom. Was it old or new? With a frown of curiosity, Brookfall began to scan his surroundings.

We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.

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