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VIOLETHEART
Guest
There was always a steady amount of work to do as a WindClan moor runner, and Violetheart was one to take it all in stride, proud to serve his Clan as it needed him and help provide for those he called Clanmates. Others might consider him something of a workaholic, but he wouldn't label himself as such; truly, he enjoyed the hunting and patrolling that went into keeping WindClan thriving, and would spend his free time doing no other activity. He could remember when he had been just a kit, eager and convinced he was ready to join the world at a young age, and then when he was finally apprenticed, being able to fulfill that yearning for a sense of duty. His mentor had been a good one, able to temper Violetheart where he might have overstepped, and through her Violetheart was sure that he had come out the well-rounded tom that he was presently - but he was still young, and still had many faults.
Perhaps it was that self-awareness that he was still young that had held Violetheart back from joining in with his peers on the journey outward to find more of the remedy for the sickness that was snaking through the Clans, poisoning cats that were the heart of their society and taking them to StarClan far too soon. While he didn't doubt his experience or skillset, Violetheart had come to the conclusion that his presence was better on the homefront, helping to defend WindClan while many of the able others had been whisked away on the journey. There would be honor and experience to come from making such a trek for such a cause, but Violetheart knew that there was more than honor to life: there was being content with who he already was, and that was a protector of the Clan he'd called home for so long. If he had been in it just for appreciation, there was more than enough here to go around.
Taking stock of his surroundings and the various locations about camp - he eyed the freshkill pile first, making sure that there was plenty there to feed the Clan for the moment; he would happily go hunting if the pile was looking rather scarce of morsels - Violetheart fought off the urge to stretch and instead found a sociable corner of camp to sit in as he considered what he would do next.
Perhaps it was that self-awareness that he was still young that had held Violetheart back from joining in with his peers on the journey outward to find more of the remedy for the sickness that was snaking through the Clans, poisoning cats that were the heart of their society and taking them to StarClan far too soon. While he didn't doubt his experience or skillset, Violetheart had come to the conclusion that his presence was better on the homefront, helping to defend WindClan while many of the able others had been whisked away on the journey. There would be honor and experience to come from making such a trek for such a cause, but Violetheart knew that there was more than honor to life: there was being content with who he already was, and that was a protector of the Clan he'd called home for so long. If he had been in it just for appreciation, there was more than enough here to go around.
Taking stock of his surroundings and the various locations about camp - he eyed the freshkill pile first, making sure that there was plenty there to feed the Clan for the moment; he would happily go hunting if the pile was looking rather scarce of morsels - Violetheart fought off the urge to stretch and instead found a sociable corner of camp to sit in as he considered what he would do next.