- Dec 28, 2023
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It is a distant memory, but Eveningpaw remembers it still: WindClanners making a temporary home in the heart of RiverClan, thanks only to Smokestar's kindness. The Beech Copse had offered an easy respite from hungry flames... but can it work against the flood? The nearby river has overflown just like the rest, but the higher elevation keeps this part of the territory drier than anything else, so it would have to do.
Eveningpaw had rested after Iciclefang's patrol returned home. Bone-deep fatigue had caught up to her, unnoticed right up until she collapsed in a makeshift nest... thank StarClan it hadn't caught her while she still herded Valesight along angry currents.
Her eyes look for a familiar pelt now. It is essential for her to know what has happened while she had been away; relocating is an obvious one, and she sees for herself who is missing and who has returned, but still. She would rather hear it from someone just as malleable for easy chit-chat. "Twinklepaw!" Eveningpaw greets her sister with a purr, and a well-timed rub against her cheek.
"You're okay, right? Everyone is? You gotta tell me what I've missed. I swear, going to Fourtrees every moon does not seem nearly as long and tiring..." It makes sense, of course. The annual trek to the Great Oaks does not consist of keeping your Clanmate alive and your head above water, or else...