Private Forgot who I was || Stormcrow

[flowercloud]

Well. Flowercloud didn't know what she expected when she reported to Hawkstar. Her anxiety was high, and she was sure everyone in Skyclan heard her honking loudly at Flowercloud. She wouldn't be surprised if Thunderclan heard her. But, Flowercloud bit her tongue, and held her tears as she slipped out of the den at Hawkstars dismissal. If... If she was so wrong- would, why would others follow her? Did she really have that much sway?

She wasn't sure. But for some reason, deep down- she felt like she owed Stormcrow an apology and a thank you. Though, she was quite tired, and her body swayed as she walked on sore shoulders and tired limbs- she wanted to try to find the molly. Green eyes seemed to shine brighter against the pink of her eyes, reddened from the dryness, the burning of tears that wanted to betray her.

And as she cast her gaze along camp, the amber molly could not see Stormcrow. Shed let a warrior know, asking for them to find the crested cat, and have her speak with flowercloud... Hopefully, one cat would understand her ...


Maybe.

Flowercloud returned to her temporary nest, flopping with a wince to the ground as she fought flickering eyes that wanted to succumb to sleep. There was still much to do, much to say. And Stormcrow was not the only one. Chrysalisgaze as well...

@stormcrow

flowercloud - 36 moons - skyclan deputy - mentoring none

 

[stormcrow]

Stormcrow does not feel wronged, exactly, at the reaction of Hawkstar to the petty squabble. She'd hardly participated– a swat at an overeager apprentice, a few clipped words. Above all, she believed in her king, and her words. If she said she had done wrong, she had. Still, Flowercloud had borne the brunt of it. Audibly, very audibly. Out of some projected sense of duty to her king, and perhaps pity, if not guilt, Stormcrow finds herself wandering towards the temporary nest of the deputy even before she is fetched by another cat. She nods, curt, and trots through the camp.

She halts in the mouth of the den, eyeing Flowercloud for a second before entering.

"You wished to speak with me," Stormcrow says. Her voice has the usual edge to it, one Flowercloud must've grown used to. She casts a glance at the deputy's wounds, frowning ever so slightly, a ghost of an expression. "How are your injuries?"

♡ STORMCROW. 54 moons
mentor of stonepaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
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