juniper
this is the last.
the moon heads for the peak of the sky now and she looks up at it with a sullen sort of longing. why did this place feel so heavy...? beyond just the stink of the Thunderpath, there is a miasma of misery... does everyone feel it? the spotted tabby hesitates to finish this last leg of her trip, almost resigning to allow Owlbark to handle it. if it would mean one less heart-aching meeting... if it would mean avoiding addressing what crimes he's allowed to run rampant under his rule. the way he has weaponized their child. her stride is not tall, proud and easy as it had been earlier in the day... it is low, slinking... unenthused.
as much as she wanted to turn and walk away, to not extend the offer or invitation at all...
there are shades flickering just on the other side and she cannot ignore that she has been recognized. that there is no more running from this. a soft sigh falls from the tight space between her lips, righting her spine as she closes the distance to the sulfuric border with a nose wrinkled with barely restrained disgust. "Someone get Sablestar. I have a request for him." it was not an offer for him. he would not be allowed to refuse her, should he stand there and coo about how much he loved her.
his childish nonsense about not choosing them over her... he could entertain that delusion all he wanted but she couldn't. not when the fate of all the clans came to confront that silly dream. her speech is far more rigid and unforgiving, body kept at alert and unwelcoming to whatever affections might spill from the ShadowClan leader's mouth. this was business... not a time for trying to soften the ruffling of her fur or settle family matters. "I won't be allowing you to refuse this one, Sable..." is how she greets him.
the moon heads for the peak of the sky now and she looks up at it with a sullen sort of longing. why did this place feel so heavy...? beyond just the stink of the Thunderpath, there is a miasma of misery... does everyone feel it? the spotted tabby hesitates to finish this last leg of her trip, almost resigning to allow Owlbark to handle it. if it would mean one less heart-aching meeting... if it would mean avoiding addressing what crimes he's allowed to run rampant under his rule. the way he has weaponized their child. her stride is not tall, proud and easy as it had been earlier in the day... it is low, slinking... unenthused.
as much as she wanted to turn and walk away, to not extend the offer or invitation at all...
there are shades flickering just on the other side and she cannot ignore that she has been recognized. that there is no more running from this. a soft sigh falls from the tight space between her lips, righting her spine as she closes the distance to the sulfuric border with a nose wrinkled with barely restrained disgust. "Someone get Sablestar. I have a request for him." it was not an offer for him. he would not be allowed to refuse her, should he stand there and coo about how much he loved her.
his childish nonsense about not choosing them over her... he could entertain that delusion all he wanted but she couldn't. not when the fate of all the clans came to confront that silly dream. her speech is far more rigid and unforgiving, body kept at alert and unwelcoming to whatever affections might spill from the ShadowClan leader's mouth. this was business... not a time for trying to soften the ruffling of her fur or settle family matters. "I won't be allowing you to refuse this one, Sable..." is how she greets him.