- Nov 20, 2023
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The fires have destroyed everything. Their flames devoured every last frond of grass, leaving WindClan territory barren and lifeless. To a younger Juncopaw, it would have been a work of art. Now.. as much as she longed to laugh in the faces of Sunstar's WindClan, Junco feels devoid of any emotion.
The fire stopped short of their doorstep, leaving the Horseplace untouched, but Junco had watched it take and take. The barn cats had spoken in hushed voices, as if WindClan might hear their prayers - they all wondered if any cat could survive such a terror. Junco was one of the first ones to venture out and see for herself.
Before the fire, it would have been a death sentence to be this far away from the barn. She had spent all of her time now above the rafters, avoiding WindClan patrols and generally doing well to keep herself hidden. It meant her survival; to the others, it meant she was shy. Junco knew that, if she were to be discovered by a WindClan patrol, she would be outed for her loyalties and consequently kicked out of the barn. She knew that, any other day, if she were caught past the border lines as she was now, it was certain death.
But the fires had been suffocated by the rain only a mere days ago, and the moorlands were quiet. There was no trace of prey, nor cats. As the silver-striped molly approaches the top of a hill, she wonders if she had seen all there was; ash and dead grass. Perhaps WindClan had truly died. Perhaps it was.. Sootstar's doing, a final laugh. Junco's gut twists at the thought of her idol amongst the stars somewhere, painting the moorlands red to avenge herself - to avenge her true Clan. And yet after that effort.. they were still as lost as ever.
She's just about to turn back when she catches movement in the corner of her eye, and instinctively ducks down against the ground. Some several tail-lengths away, she sight of softly freckled grey is barely noticeable against the monotone landscape, but those blue eyes stand out against the dull greens, browns and greys that remained of the moorland grass. Junco's brain tells her to run, but her paws remain still; something in her heart tells her she's safe.
"Cottonpaw," she hisses in little more than a whisper, just audible enough to be caught by the medicine cat, as if there were any sign of life around to overhear. Her green eyes are round as she raises up and slowly approaches. "You're alive," Junco states, blunt but curious. Cottonpaw is alive and unscathed - she wonders if there's more still around, or if Sootstar's daughter was merely lucky.. a mercy of her mother's wrath. "How? The fires.. I thought you were all dead."
The fire stopped short of their doorstep, leaving the Horseplace untouched, but Junco had watched it take and take. The barn cats had spoken in hushed voices, as if WindClan might hear their prayers - they all wondered if any cat could survive such a terror. Junco was one of the first ones to venture out and see for herself.
Before the fire, it would have been a death sentence to be this far away from the barn. She had spent all of her time now above the rafters, avoiding WindClan patrols and generally doing well to keep herself hidden. It meant her survival; to the others, it meant she was shy. Junco knew that, if she were to be discovered by a WindClan patrol, she would be outed for her loyalties and consequently kicked out of the barn. She knew that, any other day, if she were caught past the border lines as she was now, it was certain death.
But the fires had been suffocated by the rain only a mere days ago, and the moorlands were quiet. There was no trace of prey, nor cats. As the silver-striped molly approaches the top of a hill, she wonders if she had seen all there was; ash and dead grass. Perhaps WindClan had truly died. Perhaps it was.. Sootstar's doing, a final laugh. Junco's gut twists at the thought of her idol amongst the stars somewhere, painting the moorlands red to avenge herself - to avenge her true Clan. And yet after that effort.. they were still as lost as ever.
She's just about to turn back when she catches movement in the corner of her eye, and instinctively ducks down against the ground. Some several tail-lengths away, she sight of softly freckled grey is barely noticeable against the monotone landscape, but those blue eyes stand out against the dull greens, browns and greys that remained of the moorland grass. Junco's brain tells her to run, but her paws remain still; something in her heart tells her she's safe.
"Cottonpaw," she hisses in little more than a whisper, just audible enough to be caught by the medicine cat, as if there were any sign of life around to overhear. Her green eyes are round as she raises up and slowly approaches. "You're alive," Junco states, blunt but curious. Cottonpaw is alive and unscathed - she wonders if there's more still around, or if Sootstar's daughter was merely lucky.. a mercy of her mother's wrath. "How? The fires.. I thought you were all dead."
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juncokitjuncopawJUNCOCLAW "JUNCO" ━━ penned by ixora
━━ BARNCAT
━━ 12 MOONS,, ages every 21st
━━CASSOxxBUDGE
━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
━━ MENTOR to none | FORMERLY MENTORED by mockinggrin
━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | junco is healthy. -
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