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SORRELSONG
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Her pelt is singed by the sun. Her eyes bruise in the shadows of the trees. Light filters in through the canopy, cascading over her in patches of warm honey hues and deep purples. Her paws are tired. The earth seems to attach to her, each step a struggle to break free only to start the process over again.
The world is bright, colorful, and so far away. The trees and territory she used to cherish blur and shift and slide around. She only finds her way to camp by shear luck. Rage has left her a husk. Sorrow has hollowed out her insides. She carries what is left with a head held high despite it all.
Past the nursery, past the apprentice den, past the elder's den. Ghostpaw. Foxglovepaw. Did they know? Did they know the man they called savior - the man they looked up to - the man that was their family - was... Palemoon. Did they know their heart belonged to a coward? One that hid behind clans and codes and claws to bury himself in blood. The clan was smaller then a few moons ago. Many faces - each with their own stories and memories and promises - were missing. There were two faces, though, that should've been with them now.
'I could've made a difference' is what she had claimed to her sister in everything but blood. True or not, the words had left her chest empty and crumbling. She was tired. So so tired.
Half of her wants to plead. With her brother. With the leader. With the stars - whoever would listen. He wouldn't. He wouldn't. He's... no that kind of cat. But how does she know?
She knows who he used to be, but... not this thing that had stolen his shape. Spoke truths in his tongue, bloodied and bruised and so painfully true. He had blood on his claws. So much that it was a shock his pelt was stained red with all of his actions. Yokai was kind. Yokai was a protector. He would rather die then cause harm. He had told her that himself over many sleepless nights. It had been like a prayer back then. A promise. The most sacred kind. The kind born between siblings that had nothing else in the world. That he would be her protector. That he would be all of their protector. And he had been. Against their mother. Against their father. Against the harsh lights and the two legs and the...but he had lied. Ultimately.
He had left her. Her knight had left her just like he left Smokefang and Shadowfire. He had placed the sword in her hands and told her to be brave when he couldn't do it himself. Coward.
She hadn't been able to see it before. But now? Now she knew who he was. A worthless coward afraid of his own shadow. Those words felt hollow on her tongue, where they lay unspoken. But true. So painfully true.
When, though? He wasn't like this before, so when did it happen? When he joined the clan or when he left? Was he forced to leave or did he go willingly? If he did leave willingly - why without me?
Her bones creak. Warning. Singing. Promising that they will snap with either this step or the next one. Just a little more weight. That's all it would take. Just a little more weight.
She wants to bite. She wants to scream. Her fangs long for something to find purchase in. For something to take it all out on. For relief. All they find is her cheek. Blood seeps into her mouth as she turns her back to the camp, facing the void created by the leader's den.
Her name is Sorrelsong. And by Star Clan she would bring justice.
"Orangestar. I need to talk to you about Duskpool. "
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↪ OOC: FINALLY posted aaaa
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