Open Backwritten Camp TC thicker than blood . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ missing warrior

[S t i l l d r e a m]

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 𖥸 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.

 

[OWLBARK]

From his resting spot at the edge of the camp, Owlbark watches the ghostly figure of Stilldream meander around camp. He had never forgiven him truly for her part in Juniperstar's first loss of life. It was partly his leader's fault, sure, but Stilldream had played her hand a little too publicly. He felt an unease for her and her sibling, who both watched camp wide-eyed and hungry despite moons of being fed. So, it is with no heavy heart, that he hears of the sibling's disappearance.

The deputy raised his head slowly and, in the same languid pace, stretched out his muscles. He approached the seemingly panicked molly and pushed through the patrol she questioned. "I haven't seen him recently. I can arrange a patrol if you find it necessary," he offered. In his heart, he wanted her to deny the patrol. He did not want to waste and resources on a pointless search. If she truly thought him in danger and pushed for it, then she could lead it herself with his blessing and warriors.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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[S t i l l d r e a m]

Owlbark is the last cat she expects to answer. Where she might have expected the hound to bare his teeth or ignore her entirely, he offers aid. There's no enthusiasm there, but it stands. Stilldream regards him coolly, lavender eyes half-lidded. He has no love for her, and the feeling is mutual. They coexist, nothing more. Tolerance, lacking the trust one would expect from clanmates.

"That's generous of you, deputy." She mews distractedly. "But I only came with the one question. I wouldn't want to waste your time on sibling squabbles." Stilldream has no doubt he would have done what he said. It irks her really that he lost no love from the clan after killing that SkyClan apprentice and costing his beloved master a life, and yet she makes one mistake, and it's the death of all trust save for Juniperstar's. Pride must be stronger than love, because the idea of being indebted to him is more unappealing than the notion of her brother never being found.

Stilldream moves past the patrol without waiting for a parting word, gliding out of camp like a wraith. If no one had seen her brother, then perhaps he didn't want to be found either. But if he thought he could hide from her, he was sorely mistaken. She knew the tricks of his trade better than anyone.

_________I am not a lover, I'm a thing to be fed 𖥸 I am not a prophet, but I am in your head________

• "speech"
  
  
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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.