- Jun 14, 2023
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Where should I go now? The answer eluded her. If she could, she would return to the Ripple Colony, but such a group no longer existed. They became part of Riverclan and the thought of said clan brought bitterness. She only stood as long as she did because of her friends and family. Her former colonymates. Kaedem now dubbed Dawnstorm had been her most precious friend. No matter how much she waited just to catch a glimpse of him, he never showed up. Do you hate me now? She would never know. It was impossible to do so. If she tried she would be killed. Is it worth it? Or will it hurt him even more? She longed to see her friend, but she would loathe herself more if her death, her foolishness permanently scarred him for life. She was thankful he was not there when she fought against Willowroot. The senior warrior might have lost the battle, but she was not weak. The older warrior left her with jagged and horrid scars. In particular her stomach. How she survived she is unsure, but no hatred came whenever she looked upon her battle scars. How could she feel hatred?
Willowroot faced in combat with honor. Both of them were fully prepared to die in combat. The only thing that stopped her from killing Willowroot was the presence of her child. A child who yowled and rushed to attack her mother. Unlike the rogues, she still held morals. There was no honor in killing a parent in front a child, nor was there any when it came to killing a child in front of their parents. Because of her own code, she winded up having scars from said child as well. Does she regret it? Allowing the child to tear into her? Not at all. She didn't have to think twice about it really. And... I wonder if she passed my message to Kaede... Powerless she is to tell her friend herself, but if she had any wish in the universe it was to tell him that she was okay and that he should take care of himself.
Dangerous it was to remain near Riverclan all alone, so she departed on a journey to find Prickles. The tom had vanished after the battle, though she blames the chaos of battle to be separated from him. I hope he isn't dead. Eventually she found herself in the twoleg place. Such a strange world and even more dangerous than the one she had known before. What Prickles had taught her was not enough. Day after day she fought with other cats over scraps. Food was difficult and kittypets took one good look at her and were apprehensive or in some cases she was subjected to insults.
Every time she caught sight of a ginger tom she'd hoped it was her friend, but luck didn't favor her. With pronounced ribs and slightly tucked abdomen she found herself in search of scraps, anything really to satiate the hunger in her belly. So far it didn't go well, she winded up in another fight. Scratches littered her pelt and tufts of fur stuck out from her pelt. Tired paws took her to a nice patch of grass, unaware she was trespassing. Ah, let's take a little break. Aaah, the sun feels so nice. The tabby was unsure how long she had been laying there until she felt something nudge her. Eyes shoot open to face a possible opponent, "You're a pretty thing." Moronic. For her to blurt such a thing to a stranger who was undeniably pretty. Before she can further highlight her foolishness, her stomach growls.
"Awww crap." The tabby would rise to her paws and hiss in annoyance when she put weight on her left paw. "Hope that ain't lasting long." It almost appears as if the stranger beside her is forgotten until she turns to look the white cat once more. "Say, ya got any food? Or know a good spot to grab some grub? There's gotta be somethin' here."
// @YOKO places this gently
Willowroot faced in combat with honor. Both of them were fully prepared to die in combat. The only thing that stopped her from killing Willowroot was the presence of her child. A child who yowled and rushed to attack her mother. Unlike the rogues, she still held morals. There was no honor in killing a parent in front a child, nor was there any when it came to killing a child in front of their parents. Because of her own code, she winded up having scars from said child as well. Does she regret it? Allowing the child to tear into her? Not at all. She didn't have to think twice about it really. And... I wonder if she passed my message to Kaede... Powerless she is to tell her friend herself, but if she had any wish in the universe it was to tell him that she was okay and that he should take care of himself.
Dangerous it was to remain near Riverclan all alone, so she departed on a journey to find Prickles. The tom had vanished after the battle, though she blames the chaos of battle to be separated from him. I hope he isn't dead. Eventually she found herself in the twoleg place. Such a strange world and even more dangerous than the one she had known before. What Prickles had taught her was not enough. Day after day she fought with other cats over scraps. Food was difficult and kittypets took one good look at her and were apprehensive or in some cases she was subjected to insults.
Every time she caught sight of a ginger tom she'd hoped it was her friend, but luck didn't favor her. With pronounced ribs and slightly tucked abdomen she found herself in search of scraps, anything really to satiate the hunger in her belly. So far it didn't go well, she winded up in another fight. Scratches littered her pelt and tufts of fur stuck out from her pelt. Tired paws took her to a nice patch of grass, unaware she was trespassing. Ah, let's take a little break. Aaah, the sun feels so nice. The tabby was unsure how long she had been laying there until she felt something nudge her. Eyes shoot open to face a possible opponent, "You're a pretty thing." Moronic. For her to blurt such a thing to a stranger who was undeniably pretty. Before she can further highlight her foolishness, her stomach growls.
"Awww crap." The tabby would rise to her paws and hiss in annoyance when she put weight on her left paw. "Hope that ain't lasting long." It almost appears as if the stranger beside her is forgotten until she turns to look the white cat once more. "Say, ya got any food? Or know a good spot to grab some grub? There's gotta be somethin' here."
// @YOKO places this gently
