Camp WC be my sister, my sister of the moon || sorrel + clover

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.

sorrelchime sorrelchime

my head, my childish, cloudy head
WindClan
Barncat
Warrior
Moor Runner
2
0
Freshkill
0
Nickname
sorrel, chimes
Pronouns
she/her
Profile
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Moons
15 [08.18.24]
Played by
Asteiri
SORRELCHIME
SHE/HER
15 MOONS
WINDCLAN MOOR RUNNER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | ACTION


Apprenticeship had been far too busy for Sorrelchime, especially with her sister opting for the path of the tunneler. They saw each other rarely, usually just before rest when they both drifted to slumber from a hard day of training. Even now, finding time for each other was difficult. Her sister was focused on the tunnels, especially after the flooding caused many to weaken or cave in entirely. Sorrelchime herself was focused on hunting, replenishing the pile of freshkill that had grown shallow with much of their usual prey scattering or passing away from the bitter floodwaters that attempted to consume their entire clan.

For two siblings that looked almost identical, they really were polar opposites in almost every way. They almost looked like twins, with Sorrel only being a few shades darker with more white and darker eyes. But her sister was more soft-spoken, almost shy at times. Sorrelchime was bubbly, bouncy, able to light up a room. But the two needed each other, especially after the passing of their mother and their father doing his own thing.

She approached her sister, the light of the moon shimmering in the moors. "Clover!" She called happily, bounding towards her littermate. "How's the rebuilding? Is it awesome? Does it suck? You'll have to tell me all about it! It feels like forever since I've talked to you!" She chatters, her sing-song voice causing her face to light up with sparks of enthusiasm.