The sun is slowly but surely dipping below the horizon, coating the landscape in darker and darker shadows. Entirely fitting, but for once, the impending darkness does not soothe Mirepurr. The sigh that tears from them is all-encompassing—every bit of the concern laying heavily on their mind is described in that little exhale.
They ought to be grateful. They are, in a way, for it gives them some sort of accomplishment to be chosen for attendance tonight. Unlike the last Gathering, there will be a lot less expectant eyes to witness... well, witness whatever that may occur. That is exactly their problem; Mirepurr hopes with a soaring heart that this night will be better, but their gut knots itself uneasily, unable to get forget past events. Perhaps Sablestar had only chosen them to go for their placidness. If a fight breaks out again, then they will not be the one to blame... that would certainly boost ShadowClan's already-flimsy reputation.
But all in the same, if a fight breaks out- would they be able to do anything but stand still, frozen to the very ground underneath them?
Sharing tongues with their Clanmates has given them some comfort, but they know it will come to an end very soon. Some of them will stay behind to protect the camp and to prevent the same kind of chaos from repeating itself. Mirepurr doesn't dare say it, but they almost wish they could stay behind with them.
They ought to be grateful. They are, in a way, for it gives them some sort of accomplishment to be chosen for attendance tonight. Unlike the last Gathering, there will be a lot less expectant eyes to witness... well, witness whatever that may occur. That is exactly their problem; Mirepurr hopes with a soaring heart that this night will be better, but their gut knots itself uneasily, unable to get forget past events. Perhaps Sablestar had only chosen them to go for their placidness. If a fight breaks out again, then they will not be the one to blame... that would certainly boost ShadowClan's already-flimsy reputation.
But all in the same, if a fight breaks out- would they be able to do anything but stand still, frozen to the very ground underneath them?
Sharing tongues with their Clanmates has given them some comfort, but they know it will come to an end very soon. Some of them will stay behind to protect the camp and to prevent the same kind of chaos from repeating itself. Mirepurr doesn't dare say it, but they almost wish they could stay behind with them.
"I just hope everything will be okay tonight."
Anyone can be the cat they're talking to!