pafp broken halos ;; resignation.

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ What the fuck did you just say?

The hurt in his voice, the agony- he was reliving something that Hyacinthbreath had no knowledge of, but she knew it when she heard it- Leechpaw had lost his trust in her, if he ever had any in the first place. Hyacinth had hurt someone she cared about, and she knew it would only repeat once more eventually. Eventually, eventually- everyone would leave her, and she would be stuck alone in the rain once again, mourning people who were long gone. After that incident, Hyacinth had avoided the dark-furred tom and let her thoughts consume her.

She can't do anything right. She can't do anything right. Part of her wonders if she's worthy to be in her position, if she does more damage than good. What was hyacinth, if not a monster who ruined everything she touched?

Staring at herself in the reflection of a small puddle of water, Hyacinth sees the shift as it ripples. Her portrait is blurred, taken over by the deadly violet hues- a monster in creation. Hyacinth shuts her eyes tightly, shaking her head aggressively. She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't keep hurting people, destroying those she cared about. She wanted to be better, she wanted to be so much better. Her family didn't deserve her twistedness, her Clan didn't deserve her own disgusting face around. She was a constant reminder of everything that had gone wrong. Her breaths grow uneven, and Hyacinthbreath makes her way over to Tallrock to where Sootstar sits, watching everyone pass by with her usual stoic expression.

She's haunted, haunted- expression twisted in agony. This was unlike her, to break like this- Hyacinth was Unbreakable, Unbent in her ways. She was supposed to be Sootstar's most trusted of warriors, most faithful; but what was she, when that was all gone? A broken woman who ached to be something more than Nothing. "My Queen," A wheeze of a breath, barely able to resist the urge to cry. She looks pitiful, and she knew it would incur the fury of their Queen, their Goddess. When she was Nothing, who made her Something? Sootstar did. She was everything. She was-

"I can't do this anymore, my Queen. I'm not worthy, I'm not-" She eyes the woman desperately, as if seeking for a reason to carry on. Sootstar always had the answers, always had everything under control. When Hyacinth didn't know what to do with herself, when she was Nobody once more, Sootstar was her guiding star. But she knew, a weak Lead Warrior with no purpose didn't deserve their position. "I don't- I don't want.. I don't want to be a Lead Warrior if I do not deserve it. I'm weak to temptation, to emotions I don't understand- I don't want this position anymore. I can't.."

She had prepared herself for this; the loss of the scar she was proud of. It would become mangled into something else, and she deserved it. Nobody was Nobody, and she was Nothing. She's crumbling, crumbling- stoic and cold exterior melting from the heat of her own emotions. They're so intense it's hard to shove them down, hard to ignore. This wasn't her, she wasn't- You're a fool, Hyacinth. Aren't they stupid?

// feel free to reply after Sootstar does!

@SOOTSTAR​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

My Queen.

The basking molly looks down to greet her subject, her lead warrior, Hyacinithbreath. Ears crane upwards expecting to hear word of reports, after all the silver stripped she-cat had taken to assisting Duskfire as of late. It came as a shock to hear something far more... pitiful. Her stoic expression turns into a deeply rooted frown on her face, disappointment essentially radiating off of the leader. She could hardly believe her ears, was she dreaming? Or was one of her most loyal companions really turning their back on her because of insecurity?

Sootstar's lip curls as she rises onto her small limbs, a deep sense of betrayal rising inside of her. Perhaps the other leaders of the forest would take to assuring their lead warrior if any came to them like this, but instead Sootstar's first instinct is to accept Hyacinithbreath is right about herself. She's not worthy of a spot on Sootstar's council if she did not want it. If the warrior did not believe herself to be worthy, why should Sootstar?

Her tail raises with authority, "Then so be it. From this moment forward you are no longer a lead warrior of WindClan and no longer shall you wear the mark." Sootstar doesn't have it in her to lift her claws today, she was tired of dealing with incompetency alone. So she seeks aid, " @Duskfire , rid Hyacinithbreath of her lead warrior's mark. Cross it out."​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 31 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to owlpaw & shrikepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[STORM.]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

Storm has not been part of this 'WindClan' for more than a few quarter moons, and though he finds many of their customs strange, there's something he likes about the structured lifestyle these cats lead. The rules are clear, drawn in sand with razor-sharp claws. Obey your leader. Hunt for the Clan. Fight to protect your territory. Obey StarClan.

Those are all things, he thinks, he can do, though he's still not sure why he should. Moss is still out there, somewhere, he's sure, and any day it's possible she could come for him and for Golden. He finds himself holding out for that, expecting it, even if he isn't sure what he himself wants.

The scene unfolding before him in camp is one that piques his interest. The little blue tom scrabbles to his paws, pale eyes glowing with curiosity. He has seen Hyacinthbreath around. She has power, though he isn't sure exactly what it entails, and here she is groveling to Sootstar.

Storm looks from Hyacinthbreath on the camp's ground to Sootstar, wind billowing her dark coat. She looks unimpressed. Cold. Impassive. She passes a decree in a voice like leafbare winds. "You are no longer a lead warrior of WindClan and no longer shall you wear the mark."

His tail twitches with surprise, but also with adrenaline. Sootstar nods to Duskfire, the big golden-spotted coat rippling beneath hardened muscle. "Duskfire, rip Hyacinthbreath of her lead warrior's mark." The scar on the silver tabby's chest -- Duskfire will cross it out.

Perhaps some kits would be disturbed by this display. Frightened. Confused. But Storm sits with his tail wrapped around his paws, and he's staring at Sootstar with unveiled admiration. She is strong. She is enforcing the rules with claws made of stone.

A ghost of a smile twitches at the blue tom's lips.

- ,,​

 

[Duskfire]

I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS​

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No. No. Not Hyacinth. She was his only ally, the closest thing he had to a friend without Inkylotus, and now she was abandoning the fight. How could he and Weasel be expected to do this alone? It wasn't just about the workload that would now be skewed -Duskfire couldn't give a shit about that- but now their fight to protect Sootstar had just gotten that much harder. There were so few cats in Windclan that the bengal could trust to show the shecat loyalty, but Hyacinth had been one of them.

It's a hard thing to witness as she comes forth, stumbling over words in front of the basking molly. Duskfire is nearby, having been absently picking at a mouse he didn't really have the appetite to eat despite knowing he was long overdue for a meal. But this? It only drive his hunger farther from him. Despite the words not being directed at the tom, Duskfire is quick to get to his paws, and its easy to read the confusion in his emerald eyes as they land on Hyacinthbreath disbelievingly. "Hyacinth.."

Like always, his words fail him. He doesn't know what to say in that moment, weather he should comfort his clearly troubled friend or to chide his ally for making such a impulsive decision. He knows the second one is selfish, that its born from his own desire not to be doing this alone, but he can't help how he feels. Weasel is loyal to Soot, of that there's no question, but he and Duskfire never really come to mesh the Dusk he and Hyacinth had.

Then so be it.

Sootstars words draw his gaze, and the expression he sees on their leaders face is the one he expects; disappointment. Hyacinth had praised and promoted the woman for longer than any cat in the clan, and the tom knows there must be a sting that accompanies the words, an unintentional knife in Sootstars back from a cat whose loyalty to her had always seem unshaken- until now.

There's no resistance to Hyacinths request, and almost to his disappointment he listens as their leader lets her go without so much as a question as to why.

"Duskfire, rid Hyacinthbreath of her lead warriors mark. Cross it out."

His heart sinks at the words, but there's no world where he wouldn't obey. An order is an order. He says nothing as he steps up across from the smaller cat, and it feels wrong to mark her as less when he knows that she is more than the average warrior. Even still, he flexes his claws before lifting a large paw, and with a swift slash he takes her mark. Crimson wells up where his own scar will eventually lay upon her, and he ignores the feeling of his friends blood still warm on his nails as he calls to Sootstar, "It's done. She's no longer a Lead Warrior."

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windclan deputy - male - 21 months - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat

 

[Irispath]

Yewberry was in the clearing, paws tucked under him after a meal, intending to digest before heading out. His eyes partially closed, he was happy to relax in the cool air and sun.

But the scene before him took him off guard. He watched quietly at first, not wanting to get involved. If Hyacinthbreath didn't want to be a lead warrior anymore, that was fine.

But ...The way Sootstar went about it....

Discarded. It seemed as if she discarded her like something that wasn't useful anymore. Hyacinthbreath respected her.... Seeing Sootstar look down at her like that....

He frowned. Were they all just toys to her? And when the toys hearts became weary, were they to be cast aside too?

Was he overthinking? Was he misinterpreting?

He wasn't sure.

But Hyacinthbreath looked like she needed a friend, and so he got to his feet and padded over to the former lead warrior.

"Let's go get that patched up before it gets infected, okay?" He said.
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[ASPENPAW_]

( ♬ ) Idly sitting by is Aspenpaw, taking the time to simply rest in camp while she's not out on the moors with her mentor. She loves training with Weaselclaw, she really does, but being an apprentice takes a lot out of her, and she relishes any moments during the day she's not out and about or tasked with chores. The sun feels nice on her back despite the chilly air, and her eyes are half-lidded as she casually watches Hyacinthbreath make her way across camp. Aspenpaw's gaze lazily slides past after a few moments - after all, there's not really anything unusual about seeing the lead warrior around camp considering all the work she's been doing recently - but there's something in the way Hyacinth is carrying herself that makes the apprentice pause for a moment. She seems...upset, but not in any way Aspenpaw's ever seen her. Whatever it is, it's not a familiar emotion, and she immediately perks up, watching intently the scene unfolding before her.

If she hadn't been focused on the exchange, she might have missed Hyacinthbreath's words - even hearing them, Aspenpaw can scarcely believe it. She doesn't want to be a lead warrior anymore? The admission all but freezes the apprentice, who's struggling to comprehend, thoughts moving at a snail's pace. Why wouldn't Hya want to be a lead warrior anymore? She's always been great at it; not just helping out Sootstar, but the entire clan. Even if Aspenpaw hasn't completely forgiven her for waiting so long to reveal their relation, it doesn't change the fact that Hyacinthbreath is good at what she does. Surely there must be some sort of mistake, something that the apprentice is missing - this isn't right, she knows. Hyacinth can't resign just like that - can she? Would Sootstar even allow it? Aspenpaw shudders at the thought; would Sootstar be angry with her? She hasn't seen it herself, but she's heard tales of how fearsome her leader can be when pressed.

She hardly has to wait for her answer, and for the second time that day it's almost impossible to believe what she's hearing. Sootstar just accepts it, just like that. It doesn't make any sense, and Aspenpaw is still struggling to grasp what's happening when Duskfire is called forward to get rid of Hyacinthbreath's mark, and suddenly she's rising to her paws. It's not that she doesn't trust the deputy - he's a good cat, she knows, and he's always been friends with Hyacinthbreath - but the sight of him raising his claws to Hyacinthbreath, to her mother is almost too much. And yet, Aspenpaw is rooted to spot. There's nothing she can do; this is something Hya wants, something Sootstar willed, and she can't just interrupt whatever is happening. She stands helplessly as the mark is crossed out, as Yewberry approaches, only able to watch with wide eyes and fluffed fur. She doesn't know whether to join them or to stay where she is - doesn't know if Hya would appreciate her presence there too in this moment, or if she'd rather be alone, and so Aspenpaw simply stares, wishing desperately she could understand why Hyacinthbreath had just done that.​

( WE'RE ALL JUST SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING ☾ )

 

[Dustpaw | Duststorm]

I'VE BEEN RUNNIN THROUGH THIS STRANGE LIFE,
CHASIN' ALL THEM GREEN LIGHTS
THROWING OUT THE SHADE FOR A LITTLE BIT OF SUNSHINE​

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Its not often that Dustpaw isn't wearing a stupid grin on that face of his, but he can't find it in him to muster one now. From his place beside Aspenpaw he's able to see and hear the entire thing just as well as his friend can, and while he doesn't know all the details of Aspenpaws family life, Dustpaw grew upin that nursery alongside her and her littermates. Hyacinthbreath was something important to the shecat and her family, and he can see the distress that seems to be filling her over whats happening.

To be fair, Dustpaw is distressed too. Try as he might, he doesn't understand why she would ever want to resign from their position. Becoming a lead warrior is all Dustpaw dreams of. To have the skill and authority to protect his loved ones and their home, he can't imagine wanting to step away from that.

As Aspenpaw gets to her feet, so does Dust, stepping forward to press against her reassuringly as grey eyes survey the scene before him. Sootstar, Hyacinthbreath, and his uncle, Duskfire, all bleeding tension as the order to 'rid her of her mark' is given. There's a part of him that's fascinated as he watches, because Dust loves his clan and wants to be the best warrior he can, and this moment seems important. There are no cats more loyal in all of Windclan than the lead warriors and the deputy, and yet he's never seen them conduct official business before. There's an almost solemn tone behind the somber look in his uncles eyes, but he doesn't hesitate, doesn't try to talk either shecat out of their decision.

"You okay?" he asks as grey eyes turn to the girl beside him. "We can go after her if you want." he offered.

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dustpaw - windclan - single - mentopred by Brightshine - a large, handsome charcoal minx tomcat with blue eyes​

 

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ Being a Lead Warrior was her whole life, she'd never imagined needing anything else other than Sootstar, Weaselclaw, and Duskfire. Becoming a mother changed her priorities, though, she noticed- over time, she was more focused on the health of her children, their safety. Being a Lead Warrior not only put a target on your back, but it took you away from the others in the Clan. If Sootstar willed it, you would cut down anyone who stood in your Queen's way. Hyacinthbreath still believed in her Queen, still ached to serve her; she was a caged animal outside of her lead warrior position, and she knew it was only time before she gave in to the desperation to mean something more. For now, though, Hyacinthbreath would need to reap what she sowed; claws slashing across her chest= though the hollow grunt that leaves her is more of emotional pain than physical. Her beloved scar, which she prided herself so intensely for having, was now sullied with another; marking an X on her chest. She was no traitor, but she did give up the job she'd ached for. Violet eyes meet with amber ones, and Hyacinth shows no anger towards her friend; only pity, that he must remain in his position. "Thank you.." She exhaled in a low breath, lowering her head in a bow to the Leader and Deputy.

With her head hung low, she flinches when Yewberry arrives- half expecting him to scold her, to give her some advice on how she could have handled that better. But none comes. Instead, he offers to take her to Dandy's den to get her patched up, and Hyacinth feels like she's going to cry in that moment. So kind were these cats, to someone like her who didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve this pity party. She nods her head numbly, leaning her form against Yewberry's side; her head feels like it's going to explode from the stress.

And then she looks over and sees Aspenpaw, the panic and confusion evident in her eyes- Dustpaw quick to join her side to comfort her. Hyacinthbreath flicks her tail for the molly to follow; she doesn't mind the company, but she wouldn't force Aspenpaw to be close to her in these moments. She was sure nobody would understand why she did what did, but all that mattered was that she understood her own intentions. Leechpaw would forgive her, she hoped- but she didn't deserve to be a Lead Warrior when she couldn't even keep her emotions under check, nor understand them. She could protect her Clan just fine as a Warrior, just as everyone else has.

"Get back to your business, everyone. Stop staring." Hyacinthbreath grumbles softly despite the small smile on her lips. She was free, for now. She was free to be with her family without distractions, to train her apprentice. She knew cats would question her, but she would answer the questions in time. For now, Nobody needed to become Somebody once again.​

 

[spiritpaw]

Shes silent. She has been silent this whole time, face twisted in a mixture of anger and horror. Anger at Sootstar for simply letting this happen, throwing Hyacinth away like a toy, and horrified that Hyacinth was slashed right in front of her. Her paws are rooted to the ground and the blonde feels like shes about to start crying, watching the blood drip from the wound, turning white fur red, why, why, why- why? Why? Would this mean she'd be stripped away from Hyacinth too? A back paw steps back.

Her stomach is churning and her mind is racing, her heart beats fast; she knows the world is cruel, witnessed it firsthand, but this clan was supposed to be her safe haven, not to mention that Hyacinth has just almost become the mother figure she has needed. Paws carry her straight to Hyacinths side, padding alongside her to the medicine den as she orders everyone to stop staring. Her chest feels heavy and shes conflicted, but she knows deep down she wants to be there for her mentor, even if her impact was small. If this is what Hyacinth wanted... Then she'll support it.

"speech"​

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​

periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​

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Hyacinth's words are confusing, rambling and so fast past they make periwinkle's head spin as he tries to figure exactly what is going on. By the time it registers, sootstars cold voice rings out and duskfire is quick to obediently follow. claws are flashing and the sickening tang of blood permeates the air, and he thinks he's going to be ill. Wobbling on his feet, he can only watch from the edge of the medicine den as his mother is demoted. Clear blue gaze waters but no tears fall - he just wants to curl up in his nest, hide away from the realities of the place he calls home, but he doesn't want to worry anyone. Doesn't want to get caught. Doesn't want to be weak.

 

[POLLENFUR]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

Pollenfur's glazed eyes only clear when she hears Hyacinthbreath's voice cut through the Clanlife chatter like claws through soft flesh. The words spill, red as any blood: "My Queen. I can't do this anymore my Queen. I'm not worthy."

She gets to her paws, stumbling, immediately afraid. She wants to shout, What are you doing? What have you done? But her words stick like burrs in her throat. The other Clan cats who are gathered, they are looking too. She wants to sink back down to her belly, hide her fears. Is Hyacinthbreath facing exile, injury?

"I'm weak to temptation, to emotions I don't understand. I don't want this position anymore. I can't..."

Pollenfur's eyes are stretched wide with her panic. She can see the displeasure on Sootstar's face. The disdain. The way she speaks to Hyacinthbreath isn't like a she-cat speaking to an old friend, or even a loyal follower. Sootstar speaks to her like she's dirt between her toes. "Then so be it."

Is that all there is to it? Pollenfur sags with relief. That is, until Sootstar turns to Duskfire and says, voice detached, "Rid Hyacinthbreath of her lead warrior's mark."

Pollenfur wants to cry at the injustice of it all. Of her friend losing not only her position of power within the Clan she cares so much for, but for having her dignity stripped from her. There are even kits watching now as Duskfire, regret gleaming in his eyes, draws his claws across Hyacinthbreath's other scar. It's an "X" now. A meaningless scribble.

What happened to you wanting to change things, Hyacinthbreath? What happened to you wanting to make a difference? Tears gleam in her amber eyes, but they are only of hurt for her friend. Hyacinthbreath bears her scarring and tells the others to get back to their duties.

Pollenfur approaches her on stilted, numb legs, wondering if she even wants another's touch right now. "I'll go with you," she murmurs. Yewberry has offered to accompany her to Dandelionwish's den, to ensure the wound is clean as it looks. Despite everything, Pollenfur thinks she can see a hint of relief in Hyacinthbreath's blue eyes. Freedom, that word that eludes Pollenfur herself still. "If you're okay with that."

- ,,​

 

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ She feels the catapulting need to protect those who crave her company, those who still choose to be by her side despite her lack of power now. Her face scrunches into something similar to agony, and as she feels her apprentice brush her pelt up against her own, Hyacinthbreath sighs a breath of relief. Spiritpaw, her little ghost- she was going to be okay. They would have to talk soon.

Pollenfur makes her way over, and the haunted expression on her face is enough evidence to know that her friend was shocked by her decision. "It's not the end." Hyacinthbreath whispers into her ear, reassurance for her side. No matter what, she loved her Clan; even if it took so long for her to realize it. Her head gently butts against Pollenfur's own, the molly nuzzling her cheek against Pollenfur's in welcome of her company. Hell, they could all join them.

"Just wait outside for me to be done with Dandy, I'm sure he'd be irritated with all the company." She meows softly, tail twitching as she spots her son sniffling at the mouth of the medicine den. She gives him a reassuring blink, scruffing him to carry him back into the den with her for his own safety.

/ out!​

 

[ASPENPAW_]

( ♬ ) Dustpaw presses against her side and Aspenpaw starts slightly, though when she realizes who it is she leans back against him, attempting to convey a silent thank you. It's not the end of the world - after all, Hyacinthbreath only stepped back down to a warrior, rather than leave the clan altogether - but it still feels as though everything keeps crumbling around her. He asks if she's okay, and Aspenpaw can only silently nod in response. The whole exchange was a shock, but now that it's over she feels overwhelmingly lost more than anything. Over and over again, Hyacinthbreath keeps doing things that are confusing to the young molly, and she can't help but feel frustrated that she can't understand why Hya does these things, not until it's already over and being explained to her. When Dustpaw asks if she wants to follow, Aspenpaw still hesitates. "I... she trails off, unable to properly articulate her thoughts. She does want to follow, and she's touched that he offers to go with her, but still...

Hyacinthbreath waves her over and Aspenpaw only hesitates for a second longer before she's made up her mind. Nodding to Dustpaw, she makes her way towards Dandelionwish's den, following along after the small entourage accompanying Hya. Perhaps now isn't the time to question her mother, to try and dissect her motives, but at least she could be nearby. The suddenness of Hyacinthbreath's resignation has left her on edge, as if she's waiting for some other calamitous event to take place, and even if Aspenpaw can't stop it she can at least be close. Small paws lead her to just outside the medicine den, waiting at the entrance alongside Pollenfur. Her mother's right - they've already got a small crowd gathered, too many cats to be inside there at once, but now Aspenpaw's been set into motion her paws itch to keep going, to move forward until she's pressed up against Hyacinthbreath. ​

( WE'RE ALL JUST SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING ☾ )

 

[VULTUREMASK]

He was there. He had been watching with judging eyes until the very end of it. Hycinthbreath announched she was stepping down from her position. Sootstar answerd to it in her typical violent justified way, and Duskfire came forth to follow through with what the leader had demanded of them. Leechpaw watched as thier deputy used thier claws to remove the mark on Hyacinthbreath chest which had made her into a leader warrior. He did so with a cold stoic face, showing nothing. He felt alot of emotions over this sudden and unexpected decision of thier now former leader warrior, but all of them he bottled up since it didn't matter. This was her choice, her decision to make and all he could really allow himself to feel was disappointment. From the beginning Hyacinthbreath had been unfit for the position, claiming so herself. If she felt unworthy then that was what she was.

Weak to emotions. He had never thought a cat like Hyacinthbreath was this weak but then so be it. What she had said back then when using his name was far from forgotten. It hurt still and he hated how he let it bother him so much. What did he needed to do so he could become more cold and cruel?. He wanted to stop caring. He didn't want to feel this way anymore. Leechpaw clenched his teeth, and he send one last cold glare at Hyacinthbreath before he turned to walk away and left whatever the two had shared into million pieces.

// finally got around to reply to this


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[Wisteriapaw ★]

She was already gone by the time he crept forward from the edge of camp, having watched in silence the entire time. The tabby's tail lashed violently behind him, a serpent coiling into its death throes. He found himself hissing his outrage even knowing the ears it was meant for had long since gone out of range.
"Of course you're simpering about like one of the other fools now. Fantastic, it's not like it was the only respectable thing about you!" Wisteriapaw felt a lot of ways about Hyacinthbreath, none of them particularly positive and certainly not moving in that direction after the revelation she was their sire. To find out his other parent was right here the entire time was frustrating but she had at least then been a respected lead warrior the clan looked upon for guidance, feared as one of Sootstar's many blades only to be rusted and discarded. Useless. Pathetic. His teeth flashed in a sneer and he watched the bloody display with ever growing anger and horror, he'd not been aware the scar on her chest was this symbol of loyalty.
He hated it her, he wished she'd been exiled instead of merely denounced because now he had to live with her prowling around the camp and sharing the same blood that coursed through his own veins. Despicable, awful, he would remember this...
With a sharp pivot his white paws guided him away from the scene and out of the camp proper where he'd go and cool his rage near the pond by horseplace.


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