She paces back and forth, long graceful legs wearing a bald spot into the grass. A pair of pale violet eyes flick between the faces that enter camp. The meek and gentle mask she prefers tossed aside. The worry on her face is genuine, as is her anger…
Stilldream returned well before dawn, dew still clinging to her whiskers. She stands in the sun now, exhausted but far too restless to sleep. A fortnight was how long her brother had been gone. Stilldream could ignore him skirting his duties, she didn't care if he took them seriously or not. She sure wasn't, but he seemed to like to. He was a pitiful thing, a fish stranded out of water. Distracting his mind with things that didn't matter so he didn't have to think about what they lost. Whatever affliction ailed him, she could fix. If he struggled to sleep, she could help him. If he was grieving, she could fix that. She could forgive him. She would forgive him now too, if he would only come back.
If he weren't so dense, she might think he ran off with a lover. She scoffs. There wasn't a molly patient enough. No, not for her poor fool of a brother, who even before being exiled only ever knew his duties. It was unlike him to vanish without telling her where he was going. After all, she was the only one he could truly confide in. She knew all his secrets and he knew most of hers.
Any moment now, he would come skulking back with his tail between his legs... yes... any moment.
He wouldn't leave on purpose… would he? Perhaphs he found trouble out there, or the past came chasing him. His skills as a fighter weren't to be taken lightly, he was capable of defending himself. What then? What had that idiot so preoccupied that he couldn't return?
She grumbles beneath her breath. If he was going to make trouble for her, then she wasn't about to stew in her thoughts. She remained in the good graces of Juniperstar. A patrol could be arranged if she asked, surely... but use her only favor to find that fool? She thought not. "Did any of you see Flashflood? He didn't come back last night." Her eyes flick between the faces, clinging to the last threads of her patience.
_________I am not a lover, I'm a thing to be fed
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I am not a prophet, but I am in your head________
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Permission from @BUZZ to make this thread. I'm so late, but say it takes place about the 25th of September. @FLASHFLOOD has gone missing, and this is mainly just to account for that.
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Stilldream she/her & thunderclan
𖥸 LH albino w/ bluish red eyes and abnormal ears.
𖥸 A calm and ethereal sounding voice.
𖥸 Likes long walks in the woods, kissing in graveyards, and collecting fungi at sundown.
𖥸 Smells strongly of herbs and detritus.
𖥸 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other DM.