
AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
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The walk back was mostly quiet. Not silent– that would have been too much to expect after everything that'd just been witnessed– but for once Wolfpack was glad for the chance to be left to his thoughts. The image of that glowing cat still burned behind his eyes. A ghost– no, a spirit. The kind Cicadabuzz was visited by. The kind Sablestor swore had chosen him.
Kind of.
It was closer to a confirmation than the shared dream the clan had suffered through after that storm. Closer to the kind of thing he'd witnessed when he'd pulled Dustystar into that ditch and ripped their throat open with his teeth. To what he'd seen when Sable had taken him away from the territory and asked him to rip away their first life with own claws and teeth and then watched them rise like nothing had happened once it was all over.
So many secrets. When had he started keeping those?
He picked his way down the muddy slope and down into the camp, knowing the rest of the clan was right behind him. He could already sense the anticipation clinging to the air like humidity– cats that hadn't gone to Fourtrees were craning their necks from the shadows and stirring in their nests, waiting for answers. Wondering what had happened.
He turned, giving a short, clipped call to no-one in particular. "We're back." he announced, "No one died. From here, anyway."
That was probably the most pressing question on everyones mind, particularly considering how… unpopular they were among the clans.
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ooc : — if you saw a note here saying he was carrying Magpie kit, disregard that!!! He's just addressing those who stayed behind :) Likely was traveling near his apprentice, @cloudberrypaw
- shadowclan deputy - male - mentoring Cloudberrypaw - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars
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