- Nov 29, 2023
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ShadowClan rises to meet yet another gray daybreak. The sun rises over peaks of the horizon, like it always does, and the dull clouds come to pour drizzly rain, like they sometimes do. It is startlingly fitting for the mood that befalls the camp.
Those who had been perceptive enough to trail after Mirepurr with their eyes might have noted the way they stalked into the leader's den — the leader's den without its usual inhabitant. Those who sleep close by to them in the warriors' den might have noted their lack of presence... and even as a new day rises, Mirepurr refuses to come out. The confines are oddly welcomed; they are able to sort through their frenzied mind without having to worry about who might overhear- or witness them in such a broken state.
It is evident; Smogstar will not be returning. None of the search parties have yielded any results to speak of... even as Mirepurr painstakingly combed through the territory themself, again and again, in hopes of something new rearing its head.
Duty flings to Mirepurr next. Surely, they should be thinking of heading to the Moonstone now, to converse with StarClan and see if the worst has come to pass. The Clan cannot keep operating without a proper leader for long now. Leaf-bare knocks on their doors, still a few moons away but too-close for comfort.
ShadowClan needs a replacement of the helm, but their deputy remains crouched amongst the stale bedding that barely emits Smogstar's scent now...
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