BAD MOON RISING 𓇼 camp guarding

[PIGEONPEARL PIGEONPEARL]

The moon hangs heavy in the sky, round and bright, a faint glow is cast along the earth but still… It seems… Ominous, watching, waiting. For what, she cannot discern, but she waits near the entrance of their camp like a guard dog. She watches, she waits for something, anything to happen. A rustle in the distance, bodies covered by the shadow of night, fangs or claws glinting in the moonlight. She waits perfectly poised, illuminated in the lowlight herself, blue eyes cold.

Nothing happens. Shadowclan scent doesn't waft over their camp, there are no shouts of intruder from the nursery, from the medicine den. Nothing at all happens, yet Pigeonpearl can't help but feel a sense of unease begin to grow in her heart, nervousness, maybe. She's not sure why, its not like she particularly cared very much about… well, anyone that had left.

"When will they be back…?" she speaks to no one in particular, something impatient coating her tongue, bleeding in to her tone. Her tail lashes behind her, eyes scan the lands again. Nothing, again. Nothing. Irritation rolls down her spine like a wave as she turns her gaze back to the sky. The starts twinkle above, the moon stares back.

STOP BEING SO SCARED ♡ YOU KNOW I GOT BAIL MONEY!

• open to anyone who stayed back during the gathering!! pigeon stayed behind to guard the camp :-)
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  PIGEONPEARL ♡
  
  ( life guard of riverclan, 22 moons )​
  ❥ a short chocolate tortie with curled ears & a curly "mane"
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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" I suspect it'll be some time yet, aye, lassie... " murmured Wavesong, her voice low, her smile worn but gentle as she padded over and settled beside the other molly. She drew in a deep breath of the night air, letting it fill her lungs like a balm, even as tension coiled beneath her fur. She couldn't linger long, she knew that. Her little ones would soon be mewling for her warmth again, and poor Jinglemoon had his paws full keeping up with their needs. Still, she let herself rest for just a heartbeat longer. Deep in her chest, a prayer stirred very quiet and desperate, that both her kits would make it through the night. That the littlest one, the fragile wisp of fur, would find some hidden spark of strength.

She fluffed her fur against the cool breeze, eyes drifting to the camp entrance. Worry flickered there, sharp, persistent. It had felt wrong, letting Adderfang leave with the others. She'd thought it a mistake. She'd said as much, pleaded even. But he never listened. Not anymore. Not like he used to. It hurt, Stars, it hurt... That he'd become someone she scarcely recognized. Someone she couldn't reach no matter how loudly her heart cried out. The frown came unbidden, a crease between her brows, and for a moment, her breath hitched with the threat of tears.

But she swallowed it back. Took another shaky inhale of night air. Then turned to Pigeonpearl, masking her ache with a soft, familiar smile. " Ye reckon they'll be back when th' moon kisses th' sun g'night an' makes room fer her? " she asked, voice quieter now, wistful like the lull of waves against stone.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

37 MOONS

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