{$title} Following the recession of the floods, Froststorm finds Dustystar alone, overlooking the ruined camp.
It wasn't the first tragedy Froststorm had seen, far from it. It was a natural aspect of clan life, face the torment of the natural processes of the weather. No cat nor spirit could have stopped the incoming storm, but he wasn't ignorant of the lack of warning. It wasn't like the cats of the Dark Forest had an eternal watch of the living; it took much of his power to simply exist on that other plane when not stuck to the side of either of his protégés.
But he knew who did, Starclan could see to the clan far easier, it was why they took on the guidance of the cats, but just as they never warned him of the blizzards, they never warned Windclan of the incoming storms.
Froststorm isn't a good man; his crimes of a past long forgotten had sealed him to the dark forest, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a heart. A man who had lost so much in his blind faith to Starclan once before, there was a bitter familiarity that he saw across the maw of the grey molly.
He sat at her side. She had come to inspect the remnants of the camp alone, likely to think and try and put her clan back together. The grey tom took a moment before speaking.
His face fell a little as he continued.
The starless warrior shook his head, sighing, looking to the young leader.
But he knew who did, Starclan could see to the clan far easier, it was why they took on the guidance of the cats, but just as they never warned him of the blizzards, they never warned Windclan of the incoming storms.
Froststorm isn't a good man; his crimes of a past long forgotten had sealed him to the dark forest, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a heart. A man who had lost so much in his blind faith to Starclan once before, there was a bitter familiarity that he saw across the maw of the grey molly.
"Dustystar?"
His voice uncharacteristically soft, even for someone whose every breath crackled with the water still lodged in his chest, he spoke with a familiarity.He sat at her side. She had come to inspect the remnants of the camp alone, likely to think and try and put her clan back together. The grey tom took a moment before speaking.
"To your credit, you've already handled this better than leaders before you."
He hummed, quietly. The camp was in ruins, the flood waters had receded somewhat, and the earth was sodden and ruined. Some of the dens collapsed, scattered herbs and nests and belongings were cast with carelessness across the place. His face fell a little as he continued.
"I'm sorry there was no warning, I'd exhausted myself and had no chance to even try to save your clan. I would have at least hoped they would have changed enough to give you the grace of warning."
Her hissed, coldly. It was cruel, just as Sil- Froststorm had been dedicated to Starclan once; they, too, left him in an impossible situation, where a forewarning could have changed the fate of what happened. A day earlier, and they could have evacuated, a week, and they could have fortified more, stored more herbs. The starless warrior shook his head, sighing, looking to the young leader.
"Are you okay, Dusty?"
In his lowest, he'd just wished for some solidarity in his suffering, a kindness he was never granted. There was some bitter irony in a cat so demonised being the one to comfort the leader, but if the stars had already turned their back on his protégé, on her clan, he would simply have to fill that void.-
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FROSTSTORM He/Him, Dark Forest Warrior, ??? moons.
A gruff, silver tom with frostbite scarring and a persistent fog following everywhere he goes.
mentored byMourningmist// mentored Deadwood & Fleafire, mentoring no one
Companion to Fleafire & Dustystar
NPC x NPC / parent toBeekit,Stormkit, Deadwood & Fleafire / mated toHoneyfluff
"SPEECH"// 'THOUGHTS' // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
