Stoatstream Stoatstream
In every rosewater rivulet that runs from you.
In every rosewater rivulet that runs from you.
ShadowClan
Thief
{$title} It's been almost 12 whole moons since the war here. Do you spend time reminiscing on the good times before the famine, or are you haunted by the spectre of what happened? Maybe you don't know exactly what happened here, and are left wondering why your patrolmates are so deep in memories.
SOMETHING SACRED
HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW
The molly had been here more often in the last moon than she ever had, between the gathering, her... Meeting and now the patrol, her paws wandered there without a second thought. It was a nice little patrol, all things considered; Mirepurr was a comforting presence, and Moonflowerpaw had become a friend of hers, looking to her for advice in training. But it wasn't like he was stuck with an awful mentor; Mirepurr had trained Tickfrost to be just as incredible a warrior, so she knew Moonflower would take those same steps too.
But as they encroached on Fourtree's, the chill in the air grew bitter, worse than in the pocosin even, running down her spine as she shuddered. It wasn't just the cold, though, the air felt... Heavy. The news from the gathering still clung in the air like a sickness, the stories of the colony like dew on the few remaining leaves, everywhere if you are just to look. But it felt so... Strange. Stoatstream hadn't been in the colony; she and her father united with the fledgling clan just following the parting of Thunder and Shadow - Light and Dark. So, padding in the ghosts of the past, her clanmates' past, was surreal almost.
She pressed her lips together, gaze flickering to Mirepurr, she knew they had once been within the colony and knowing now had been almost the full four seasons since the battle in this very place. It felt nearing cruel for them to have to wander this place, but still, a curiosity tugged at her mind. It was hard for the colony cats to talk about what happened; it was still a healing wound after all.
The ivory molly raised her maw to breathe the air, not a scent of any other clans nearby, only the faintest hint of passersby long gone. It was strangely hollow, empty. She hummed to herself before peering back at Mirepurr with a small smile. "Hopefully this patrol isn't long, I know this isn't a very fond place for many of the clan." Admittedly, she didn't want to wander out here longer than needed, either. Hunting wasn't impossible at Fourtees, all things considered, but so close to the four other borders, she didn't like the chances of prey crossing a border and risking between trespassing or feeding her kin.
She would much rather remain in the pocosin, but a duty was to be done to the clan. "Mothbite didn't even want to speak this place's name in the meeting." She chuckled, dryly. It was strange to be so in the dark of the tragedy of this place but still feel the weight on her shoulders, see it on the brows of her clanmates. She wondered if even Moonflowerpaw knew what happened here, had Mirepurr even told him?
But as they encroached on Fourtree's, the chill in the air grew bitter, worse than in the pocosin even, running down her spine as she shuddered. It wasn't just the cold, though, the air felt... Heavy. The news from the gathering still clung in the air like a sickness, the stories of the colony like dew on the few remaining leaves, everywhere if you are just to look. But it felt so... Strange. Stoatstream hadn't been in the colony; she and her father united with the fledgling clan just following the parting of Thunder and Shadow - Light and Dark. So, padding in the ghosts of the past, her clanmates' past, was surreal almost.
She pressed her lips together, gaze flickering to Mirepurr, she knew they had once been within the colony and knowing now had been almost the full four seasons since the battle in this very place. It felt nearing cruel for them to have to wander this place, but still, a curiosity tugged at her mind. It was hard for the colony cats to talk about what happened; it was still a healing wound after all.
The ivory molly raised her maw to breathe the air, not a scent of any other clans nearby, only the faintest hint of passersby long gone. It was strangely hollow, empty. She hummed to herself before peering back at Mirepurr with a small smile. "Hopefully this patrol isn't long, I know this isn't a very fond place for many of the clan." Admittedly, she didn't want to wander out here longer than needed, either. Hunting wasn't impossible at Fourtees, all things considered, but so close to the four other borders, she didn't like the chances of prey crossing a border and risking between trespassing or feeding her kin.
She would much rather remain in the pocosin, but a duty was to be done to the clan. "Mothbite didn't even want to speak this place's name in the meeting." She chuckled, dryly. It was strange to be so in the dark of the tragedy of this place but still feel the weight on her shoulders, see it on the brows of her clanmates. She wondered if even Moonflowerpaw knew what happened here, had Mirepurr even told him?
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YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS
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YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH
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STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.