Territory WC add my voice to yours // hollow

[Ripplemist]

{$title} post- dust bowl dance

RIPPLEMIST
HE/HIM
43 MOONS
WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | SPRIGHTLY | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

He should have gone to the other moor-runner when she called out for peace. Hollowmumble was right. The patrol had done nothing but bring death and fear back to their Clan. Not only had Dustystar fallen to SkyClan's claws, but now there was nothing but hostility to be expected at that side of the border. Hawkstar had fallen too - and the Clan residing in the pines was well known for their pursuit of vengeance. Loonstar's lost life was...

He shook his head, padding out to the moors. Would there come a day soon that his speed would be used not for chasing the rabbits that kept their Clan strong and fed, but to alert those with more deft claws that trouble was cresting the horizon? Perhaps the SkyClan warrior had been right. This could be war.

He'd follow Goldenroar's direction, as he'd followed Dustystar's, despite the vitriol slung around the camp. Blame wasn't helping anyone... but apologies might.

He spotted Hollowmumble not too far away, and he padded up to the molly, clearing his throat softly.

"Hollowmumble?" he mewed to her. "Do you mind if I... if I join you for a moment? I'd like to speak with you, if you'll have me."

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OOC: @Hollowmumble

 

[Hollowmumble]

x

The wrath of God lies sleeping. —— . ･ﾟ☾

It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it.

Hollowmumble's head turned towards the tom, clear surprise at being found and approached. Ripplemist was a cat she had only had a select few real conversations with, so this was... unexpected. Her paws shuffled in the snow for a moment, as she glanced back across the moor. She had been sitting in wait, listening for any hint of prey scrounging around. A rabbit, perhaps, or a mouse.

There was nothing, among these bare hills covered in heavy blankets of white.

After a moment, she turned back to him, settling down to sit. Her head lowered, instinctively making herself smaller at the approach of someone she didn't know very well. What could he be here for? Worry nipped at her, wondering if this conversation would turn to Skyclan. Ripplemist was on that patrol, and she only hoped that this was about something else.

She doesn't want to cause anymore anger and arguments than she already has.

"Uh..." she stuttered, unprepared. "Yes, that's- that's fine. What do you need?"

OOC // @Ripplemist

Hell ain't half full. Hear me.

☾･ﾟ. —— Ye Carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land.

Ye'll wake more than the dogs.

HOLLOWMUMBLE

WARRIOR OF WINDCLAN
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She/Her
44 moons old, ages on the 14th.
Relative to nobody, mentor to nobody.

penned by Lassie

 

[Ripplemist]

RIPPLEMIST
HE/HIM
43 MOONS
WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | SPRIGHTLY | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

He followed her lead, sitting down - but not too close - beside her. His head hung a little, suddenly very interested in his paws. She was probably nervous, moreso than him, so he sighed and lifted his head to speak.

"I want to apologize. I should have..." His tail flicked in the snow, unsure of how to say exactly what he wanted to.

"I had my own misgivings about the patrol. And I didn't speak up. And I should have. You shouldn't have taken all that.... All the opposition on yourself."

Okay, Ripplemist, keep going.

"We went about it the entirely wrong way. I know we were supposed to just go for prey but that was a full on war party. It's clear what this was all about and..." He sighed.

"I don't think SkyClan knew that one of their warriors killed Molewhisker. The cat I spoke to, they..." Shit. Maybe shouldn't have mentioned that he talked with a SkyClan warrior instead of fighting them.

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OOC:

 

[Hollowmumble]

x

The wrath of God lies sleeping. —— . ･ﾟ☾

It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it.

As the grey warrior spoke, her head slowly rose, listening to his words. A tentative, oh so fragile hope blossomed in her chest. To know that he didn't agree with it either, and regretted not speaking out... after her conversation with Merrystalk, she wasn't so brittle as to immediately crumble into tears, but instead, it filled her with a small sort of disbelief. If Ripplemist agreed, and Merrystalk, then how many others agreed but didn't speak up... how many others feared the rejection from the loudest. The call for violence scaring them into silence.

At his last sentance, her ear flicked, full focus on him. Carefully, she asked, "...What did they say? Who was it?" If they didn't know... it might have been some sort of Skyclanner going rogue. Attacking without their leader's permission. And wouldn't that just be a horrible thing? All of this, losing Dustystar, injuries and blood split, when Skyclan didn't even intend to start a war. For one cat going rogue and ending the life of another.

A feeling rose in her. The urge to do something. To change this horrible path they were going down. To find out who had done this. To fix it.

OOC // @Ripplemist

Hell ain't half full. Hear me.

☾･ﾟ. —— Ye Carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land.

Ye'll wake more than the dogs.

HOLLOWMUMBLE

WARRIOR OF WINDCLAN
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She/Her
44 moons old, ages on the 14th.
Relative to nobody, mentor to nobody.

penned by Lassie