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

[sorrelchime sorrelchime]

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.

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OOC: @cloverbloom

 

[cloverbloom cloverbloom]

It had been forever since Cloverbloom had been able to sit down and catch up with her sister. It felt like she'd barely had time to even clear the mud and roots from her fur these days before returning to her nest, with as busy as everyone in the clan had been between rebuilding and scouring the territory for what little prey made its way aboveground.

Her sister's presence was a welcome distraction from the worries she had about how much would have to be rebuilt, and she was grateful that at least one of her siblings hadn't wound up adopting their mother's... intense beliefs. She was even more grateful that she'd managed to keep a relationship with Sorrelchime once their father took off for the loner lands with their remaining sibling. She worried about them sometimes, too, hoping they'd found somewhere safe to spend their nights just as she and Sorrel had.

But none of those usual worries mattered right now. Her sister's approach was met with a warm smile and a brief wave of the tail in greeting. Sorrelchime's enthusiasm was contagious, and Clover couldn't help but absorb some of it into her own demeanor. "It's been busy... and so muddy. The soil is all slippery and wet and slides out of your paws the moment you move them a whisker away, and getting it to pack into a sturdy wall is almost impossible..." She paused for a moment to take a breath, before turning the conversation to her sister's work. Tunneling had called to her since kittenhood - before there was even a WindClan to be a tunneler in - but the way she saw the moor runners sprint across the moor to take down a rabbit was fascinating as well. "What's it like aboveground? I've heard an awful lot of complaining about scarce prey..."

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• Cloverbloom she/her & windclan tunneler
  ✿ lh red lynx mink w/ white spotting
  ✿ 15 moons
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  ✿ Slight suppressed southern accent
  
  
  penned by stygianpaws
  template by laevatein
  template art credits can be found on her toyhouse![/I]​