backwritten hazy apprehension | bluefrost

[Addervenom]

Silverpelt gleamed overhead with vivid clarity. It's dazzling light painting the frosted moorland in an atmosphere that could have almost been deemed serene if not for the inner turmoil happening beyond the clan's prickly gorse walls. His gaze does not remain heavenward for long, fearing Sootstar's disapproval by having a brief moment of admiration. For it were they that supposedly denied his father's entrance into their celestial embrace. Although he often teetered between whether he should detest the stars he was raised to worship or not. A soft rustling signaling from behind captures his ears and he is careful to poise himself accordingly. A neutral, albeit dutiful stance, as he tilts his head to glance over his shoulder.

Bluefrost. A sense of calm settles his nerves in the presence of his littermate. "It's late, I thought you would have been asleep." He began in a gruff quiet tone. His burning gaze lingers for a moment longer before skimming the open field ahead once more. "Did mother decide to place you on sentry duty as well?" He asks in the midst of fluffing up against a brisk north wind. Thankfully the night was quiet without zero activity. But there are times when he wonders if he will catch a glimpse of Sunstride's golden hide stalking across the moors. @BLUEFROST ​

»»———- windclan warrior / thirteen moons old / he/him ———-««​

 

[BLUEFROST]

The heather, laced with frost, parts to reveal a small green-eyed she-cat. Her gaze lingers on her littermate, searching his expression—had he been stargazing? Was there remorse in that narrow copper stare, or had he been damning the skies internally, the way their mother had taught them to? She dips her head, sitting beside him with her tail curling about her paws. “She trusts no one else these days,” she murmurs in affirmation. After a heartbeat, she adds: “In truth, she does not even trust us.” Perhaps she cannot blame Sootstar for that. Moorblossom had defected; Cottonfang had gone next, and then, against all odds, Sootspot had slipped from his nest in the dark of night.

Four remain, she thinks… but how true are her siblings’ hearts? Of all of them, she suspects Addervenom and Harrierstripe to be the staunchest supporters of their mothers’ cause, but perhaps she can no longer tell.

She hadn’t suspected Cottonfang’s mutiny, after all. That still has her feeling hollow inside, empty, as though another piece of her has withered away and been cut from the rest of her.

“Is she right to distrust you, Addervenom?” Bluefrost regards him with a blank expression. The night is silent, but for the howling wind that rakes its claws through their thick pelts.

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