The lithe calico Riverclanner walked towards Sunningrocks with a furrowed brow. Her own clan was hardly feeling like home, the fight between Rushingtide and Pikestar made her feel a stirring of discomfort in her belly that threatened to expunge itself through her maw. She remembered her horror watching Adderstrike harm Pikestar, and now it felt like they had somehow padded around in a complete circle. Not to mention the strain on Russetfall, the new arrivals, and of course her father and brother's looming presence over her.
She sighed, resting her head on the rocks. She was careful to avoid the Thunderclan side, scared of upsetting Loonstar but also selfishly afraid of crossing paths with Gingerflame once again. His candied words had almost overtaken her, and now to see him with another tom made her stomach and throat twist in agony. Had she just been a conquest? Maybe her father was right, she should just let him pick a tom for her and be rid of all these needless heartbreaks. She had no claim to Gingerflame, why did it hurt so much to see him with someone else?
She sat pitifully on the sunningrocks, head resting on her paws. She felt disgusted in herself, especially after her sobbing outburst in front of her clanmates.
WEAVER OF RIVERCLAN she / her, afab (female) 23 moons old, ages on the 18th. minnowbite x lilyheart, sibling to whalewatcher, eeltooth, troutbranch, mentored by minnowbite, mentor to sunpaw
Daisynose padded aimlessly through Thunderclan territory. Despite the chill, her paws refused to let her settle in the warmth of camp, surrounded by her peers, curled up with Pineconekit. She was plagued by a combination of guilt and sorrow. She was struggling to focus on her duties, especially since the vanquishing of the dogs had left her feeling purposeless. Avenging her fathers had, in fact, just left her feeling empty and confused. But at the same time, guilt gnawed at her belly every moment she spent not feeding the clan or comforting her sullen sister. Pinecone had... changed since their fathers died. She understood, but she felt a distinct sort of failure, watching her little sibling lose faer childhood while she stood by. But what could she do, in the end? She couldn't bring their fathers back.
She promised herself she'd head out on her own and try to hunt, that being alone might help her focus, but in the end it made her anxiety even worse. Every sound signaled a threat, every scent seemed tainted by foxscent and dogscent and rot. By the time she neared Sunningrocks, her nerves were fried. Maybe a lounge in the weak Leafbare sunlight would soothe her... Despite the close proximity to Riverclan. Hopefully she wouldn't have to face any other warriors.
She climbed the stones with a weary sigh. She didn't bother to scent the air, seeking instead the comfort of a higher vantage point. She wouldn't be able to smell anything that close to the Riverclan border, anyway. Finding a decent perch, she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and did her best to force her body to relax. Still, the scent of Riverclan made her pelt prickle. So fishy. With a small frown, she opened her eyes a slit and recoiled at the sight of a Riverclan warrior nearby. How had she not noticed?! Her ears pinned back.
"Wh- What are you doing here?" She demanded weakly in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.
dreamers dream until they don't
seal point she-cat with low white and blue eyes
she/her
warrior of Thunderclan
18 moons, ages every 30th "speech", thoughts, attempted action, "other character's speech"
Guppysplash is mildly taken back by the small air of hostility radiating from the molly in front of her. She pauses for a few moments, feeling like she did something wrong before glancing down at the rocks.
"I-I'm sorry…" She stammered out, "I-I was sure I was on Riverclan's s-side…" She doesn't want a fight with Thunderclan, especially with all the tension already in her own clan. Guppysplash looks up at the molly with an apologetic gaze, knowing she would likely get her head shoved into the dirt by her father if she accidentally started some sort of fight here. Guppy's own ears droop slightly, looking at the molly. She freezes for a few moments.
There's a familiarity here, a mirror of herself. The same slack shoulders, the same furrowed brow. It's clear to Guppy that this molly has something on her mind in the same way she does, tilting her head slightly. Her nerves are spiked, but in a way, she wants to return the favour of kindness that Twinkle and Heather had offered her when she felt at her lowest.
"A-are you alright..?" She asked, before stammering again. "S-sorry it really isn't any of my business you just look… kind of sad." She looks away, a blush creeping onto her face out of embarrassment. She would be lucky if the molly didn't take a swipe at her for insinuating such a thing.
WEAVER OF RIVERCLAN she / her, afab (female) 23 moons old, ages on the 18th. minnowbite x lilyheart, sibling to whalewatcher, eeltooth, troutbranch, mentored by minnowbite, mentor to sunpaw
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