- Apr 30, 2023
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It isn’t a relief to be arriving back to DuskClan; rather it is a relief to be away from WindClan. Thriftfeather’s breath still comes to him thin. Blood tangles in dark streaks along the fur of his throat. He could have died, then. The thought doesn’t leave him: he could have died in the very same way that he has killed twice before. Thriftfeather cants his face upwards—when he coughs, it is only on occasion. Above him, the stars offer no guidance. They aren’t ancestors to him—they never have been.
“Who—” He cuts himself off as soon as he starts, surprised at the rasp in his damaged voice. Clearing his throat does nothing to lessen the sound, “Is everyone here?”
The full moon is nothing but a faint glow from behind a veneer of clouds—a storm that had never come. Thriftfeather’s eyes still flick upwards. Tonight, after everything, Thriftfeather cannot shake that they are watching. He’s never felt noticed in such a way before.
“Who—” He cuts himself off as soon as he starts, surprised at the rasp in his damaged voice. Clearing his throat does nothing to lessen the sound, “Is everyone here?”
The full moon is nothing but a faint glow from behind a veneer of clouds—a storm that had never come. Thriftfeather’s eyes still flick upwards. Tonight, after everything, Thriftfeather cannot shake that they are watching. He’s never felt noticed in such a way before.
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