Open Camp WindClan Does the river ever wonder what will come around the bend? 🏵️ Intro

[Molewhisker]

{$title} Local recluse comes to say hello!

——————— Does the wind feel a gladness at the work that it's done?

Everything had been ever too loud. Too busy and bustling. Everything was nice back in the barn. Quiet and easy. Simple and predictable. Yes, there were days something loud might occur, the dog running rampant, the occasional spat. But they always knew everything would go back to normal in the end. That's how it always went. The sun rose, cats bustled about, and they dug in the earth. The sun set, the cats settled for rest, and they wandered the horseplace in peace. It was a good thing. A pleasant thing. Some might think it lonely. But it was all Echo ever needed- Echo. No. Molewhisker. Some cats seemed surprised on the day of the meeting. A face many hadn't ever seen. Some only for a blink of an eye. A few they considered a friend, though they knew it likely wasn't a reciprocal thing.

Though now, everything had changed. The barn was gone. Reduced to cinders in the wake of a fire they were thankful to have been spared from, from within their burrows. But now they all resided out in the moors, somewhere Molewhisker found themself on edge about. Everything was too exposed. Even with their new burrow being formed, without the comforting looming barn, they still felt as if they were stranded.

Especially now with this... Clan nonsense. They didn't quite understand it. Leaders and deputies, and gale guards. Warriors and apprentices. They just knew their routine life beneath the surface. But maybe all this about the stars, it was something similar to Mole and the earth. A sacred thing. Where everything returns to in the wake of their demise, where the food for their prey sprouts and gives them the flesh they need to live. To respect what they walk upon and rely on for life itself is the greatest respect of all. It seemed Dustystar had a less tangible kind of idea, while one's body returns to the earth, one's very being becomes one with the stars and joins everyone else to lead them. And well. Molewhisker found comfort in that, too. It wasn't as if they could touch the stars, but maybe one day they would.

But, in the meantime, Molewhisker decided today they would be brave. The sun was still above the horizon, but only some tree-lengths or so. Despite this, hunger still gnawed at their stomach. Their energy had wavered from digging. The ground had thawed plenty and was rich from rain, not too crumbly and not too sodden, perfect to hollow a safe haven for themself. Even living amidst Windclan, accepting the warrior name, and such. There was still a nervousness in their stomach. Being seen. Being known. It wasn't something they were fond of. But starving was a worse fate. Even if they felt some kind of guilt, they felt as if they had little to return to the clan for the time being.

So perhaps that was why Molewhisker steeled themself and padded towards the fresh kill, still somewhat shrinking in on themself as they delicately picked up a small rabbit, one that had already been picked at lightly and tore into flesh. They knew from observation that during meal times often other cats would often convene to talk and eat together. Usually, friends or family units, so Molewhisker was just as prepared to be ignored. Though it didn't stop them from feeling rather on edge in the moment, their ears flicking as their eyes cast down at the flesh. A silent thanks to the rabbit who was nobly sacrificed so that they may live another day.

——— I won't go making mountains

out of molehills anymore. ———

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  Molewhisker
  ✦—Windclan tunneller
  ✦—They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A soft-spoken, small, red and blue chimera with overly long whiskers.
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