- Apr 18, 2023
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Whisperwish finds herself staring at the night sky, hoping that it will give her clouded mind some clarity. She was loyal to WindClan, of that she was sure. But despite this, she just couldn't find it in herself to accept the way it was run. Sootstar was not her favorite cat by a long shot, though that would not be evident by anyone. She prided herself on keeping her true feelings secret, as she knew opposing the leader would assuredly be a death sentence for her. It hurt to keep it all in, but she truly did care for her clanmates, and she would not leave them without her. Her secret will die with her...or with Sootstar. Whoever joins StarClan first.
With her further thoughts of StarClan, she gazes directly into the stars, wondering if they really were looking out for them. She cares deeply for their wisdom, but not being a medicine cat means she might never know. She tries not to let it eat at her, but the anxieties lay bubbling deep in her stomach, squashed down by her fear of letting it out. It doesn't help that she has never felt satisfied with her path in life, though it is not up to her discretion what her role in the clan is. If she was to be a moor runner, then she shall be. Maybe one of these days she could sneak a glance in the medicine cat den and watch Vulturemask at work, if only to satisfy her curiosity.
She isn't aware of how long she has been stargazing, and jumps a bit as she's broken out of her trance by another cat approaching her. She quickly turns her frown into a warm smile, hoping it wasn't too obvious that she is feeling conflicted. "Ah, greetings," she meows, words light as always. Her light coat in the darkness gives off an ethereal vibe, it's no wonder her name is what it is.
With her further thoughts of StarClan, she gazes directly into the stars, wondering if they really were looking out for them. She cares deeply for their wisdom, but not being a medicine cat means she might never know. She tries not to let it eat at her, but the anxieties lay bubbling deep in her stomach, squashed down by her fear of letting it out. It doesn't help that she has never felt satisfied with her path in life, though it is not up to her discretion what her role in the clan is. If she was to be a moor runner, then she shall be. Maybe one of these days she could sneak a glance in the medicine cat den and watch Vulturemask at work, if only to satisfy her curiosity.
She isn't aware of how long she has been stargazing, and jumps a bit as she's broken out of her trance by another cat approaching her. She quickly turns her frown into a warm smile, hoping it wasn't too obvious that she is feeling conflicted. "Ah, greetings," she meows, words light as always. Her light coat in the darkness gives off an ethereal vibe, it's no wonder her name is what it is.