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[leafhusk]

the outerlands creak and groan, their branches whispering something horrid. buzzing, taunts, it claws and pricks at her ears. leafhusk sits and watches, as she suggested those sunrises ago. above the exiles (that's what they are now, right?), a bloated moon shines down, it's rays supposed to bring a comfort. tonight, it doesn't, only filling the lead warrior with dread. howlingstar is dead, and the forest won't be able to mourn her; she knows they're sitting in the bark walls, confused by their absence. when the wolves almost turned their territory into a graveyard, they still marched over the borders, holding their heads towards the sky. now, her shoulders slump, eyes sunken with grief.

her large, plume-like tail sweeps over her paws, it curls around her body tightly. something, something picks up in the wind, rustling the bushes she had been staring at. leafhusk's body stiffens, sucking in a heavy breath, then it settles– her eyes awkwardly flick around, making sure no one noticed. selfish as it is, the paranoia began to ease itself when the remainder of the kittypet descendants showed up. more warriors to help hunt, to protect their tight-knitted group. maybe… maybe they can do this. for a few moons.

"what will they think?" she asks to no one in particular, her voice gentle, but vaguely hoarse. the leash that skyclaw has on thunderclan is suffocating, she learned that from the recent group. it's obvious they wouldn't be attending the gathering. they'd be able to see the lighting smite every last traitor to smolders from here. "the mighty thunderclan, absent… oh, they'll be talking about that scandal until the next."

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[THISTLEPAW]

Whatever his newfound misgivings, Thistlepaw clings to Raccoonstripe's teachings. When a lead warrior is speaking, keep your mouth shut. Regardless of what they were (what Leafhusk herself was), and regardless of his own bitter mood, Thistlepaw does not let his hate and hurt spill out the moment she begins to speak. Who cares what they think? What do the other clans matter when ThunderClan is shattered? Does she expect them to march through the forest and right the wrongs that they had never done themselves? Like– like expecting Howlingstar to take Sootstar's death upon herself, to clean WindClan and– SkyClan. His eyes, already diverted, turn harder towards the dirt. The apprentice had not looked anyone in the eye since his arrival here.

"You really think he won't go?" Through everything that Skyclaw had done, this is unexpected. He had wanted to make ThunderClan strong. Even at the cost of the leader. What if he does go? What if he takes only those he trusts to tell his truth, what if he stands there and says it was her dying wish, that she was a hero, or maybe even that it had been a kittypet to cause her end at all. (If he himself is no better, kittypet-blooded, born within ThunderClan's bramble wall, wasn't that the truth?)

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜08.16＞ ⸙

• OOC. —
• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. OLDER APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet spent his early life confined to the medicine den. though training has helped him grow, he wonders if it truly meant anything. after all: his clan discarded him with the kittypets as soon as they saw fit. ╱ BY REVELATIONS.
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. on the cusp of warriorhood, thistlepaw is an imposing, blocky figure with broad shoulders and densely muscled limbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but he now treats it as a choice rather than a burden forced upon him by poor health.

• "speech"

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[leafhusk]

the world they live in is small. their experiences, however, are big. leafhusk has always taken pride in her upbringing, holding it high so no one could look down at her. no amount of claws, spit will make her feel otherwise– even as she looks over her shoulder more frequently. her head is in the clouds, dreaming ignorantly of a safer thunderclan. traitors are thrown over the gorge like dogs, and they go home. instead, moonlight weeps down.

she wonders what thistlepaw must be thinking. the apprentice of her co-lead, a man who spoke about kittypets with bared teeth. she looks over at the apprentice, his silver coat wrapped around him like barbed ware. his question is almost taken as a challenge, but she forces the fur on her neck to settle. arguing with misguided apprentices won't be helpful. besides, he has to know by now... the traitors, skyclaw, didn't care about him. maybe that's why he refuses to look anyone in the eye. "i don't see why he would." it's left at that. what does she know? she's acted more like a sitting duck than a clan cat the past half-moon.

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