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She returns with the hunting patrol, the only cat with prey larger than a small bird clasped between her jaws. The rabbit hangs limply, its head bent unnaturally to one side, and a burst of blood on its neck from where Lilacstem had delivered the blow. It's quite big for a rabbit and Lilacstem can just about carry it back into camp without it dragging on the floor. She sees a few envious eyes following her as she leaves it on the fresh-kill pile but she pays them no mind. Lilacstem is used to the looks she often gets from her clanmates.
She and her kin had lived on the moors long before WindClan but they had been treated as the outsiders from the get go. Sootstar had permitted them to join back then but Lilacstem got the impression she perhaps regretted that now. Two of her sisters had been exiled, her nephew had left for SkyClan, and poor Echolight had simply vanished. There were few of her family left on the moors but they stuck together as best they could. If they had each other they could weather out any storm. They could endure the looks and the bitter words whispered and the silent question of which one of them would turn next?
After depositing her prey, Lilacstem takes a seat on the ground, the sun warming her tortoiseshell pelt. She stretches out a little bit and lowers her head to lick one of her front paws, attempting to remove some of the dirt caught there from her hunt. She pauses only when a shadow passes over her face, and she looks up to see another stood in front of her. "Yes?" She asks softly, a quizzical expression set upon her features.
She and her kin had lived on the moors long before WindClan but they had been treated as the outsiders from the get go. Sootstar had permitted them to join back then but Lilacstem got the impression she perhaps regretted that now. Two of her sisters had been exiled, her nephew had left for SkyClan, and poor Echolight had simply vanished. There were few of her family left on the moors but they stuck together as best they could. If they had each other they could weather out any storm. They could endure the looks and the bitter words whispered and the silent question of which one of them would turn next?
After depositing her prey, Lilacstem takes a seat on the ground, the sun warming her tortoiseshell pelt. She stretches out a little bit and lowers her head to lick one of her front paws, attempting to remove some of the dirt caught there from her hunt. She pauses only when a shadow passes over her face, and she looks up to see another stood in front of her. "Yes?" She asks softly, a quizzical expression set upon her features.