A cold sensation had crawled it's way beneath Sablestar's skin and made home there since he began this small journey. His deputy beside him, the tuxedo had shared few words while they padded on side by side through the pocosin. Too many thoughts swirled through his mind to keep track of any small talk, which he is sure Wolfpack had no interest in, either. Thoughts of the haunting back in leafbare came to mind more recently. How they had trapped him and some of his Clanmates in a dream of agony.
He had died in that dream- he couldn't shake that fact. How his heart rapidly paced and his body writhed against it, fighting so uselessly. It was a feeling he had been on the brink of when fighting Hawthorne before given undeserved mercy. It's what he felt when Fleecefur pressed their noses together and he felt his bones being pulled to the ground as if they begged to be buried right then. The reaction, the feeling, it was all primal. Something inside that he had no control over and he hated how the fear consumed him.
Their paws find the dusty clearing of Fourtrees and a long exhale pressed through his nose as he looked over the space. No more ice and snow and blood. No more hunger and hate. Just tall grasses, bees and the shade to greet them.
"What do you feel when you see it like this?" So many more memories of happier days lived in Sablestar's body than the night they rebelled. Yet it is all the forest echoed to him every time he saw it. Another haunting with a different face no matter how many attempts he made to shove it down with his successes elsewhere. It wasn't regret that lived in his heart, however. ShadowClan and it's nature may have been his greatest feat to carry, but it all crumbled down when he thought of her. "I see necessity in failure. As foolish as it feels in the moment, knowing how to live through it is what leads to advancement after."
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@WOLFPACK
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SABLESTAR— he/him ・fifty-nine moons ・leader; shadowclan ・penned by gonkpilled