- May 6, 2024
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They feel like... nobody. And, at the same time, they feel like the world's biggest disgrace.
Witnessing a parent lead an outcry against your leader, only for your clanmates to hiss and spit at him in return and eventually drive him away from the moors, was confusing to say the least. Snakehiss had been perfectly normal the day before... well, as normal as Rowankit knew him to be — stoic, irritable, distant. That was who he was, not a raving religious fanatic. Although father had always encouraged his kits' belief in StarClan, told them that the ancestors had a plan for him and them to achieve greatness one day, they had never seen him act so passionate about his beliefs. Had that—the chaotic scene that had unfurled before their very eyes—been Snakehiss' idea of greatness?
At the last moment, Rowankit had convinced their littermates to stay behind — it hadn't taken much, just a quiet hiss in their ears. Snakehiss had looked them dead in the eyes, expecting them to follow because he was their father. Had they been wrong, choosing not to go? If father was right about StarClan all along, would they punish them—punish all of WindClan—for not listening to him?
There is a hollow look in their eyes as they sit in front of the nursery; they had needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of playing kits and coddling mothers. Gorsepetal, their milk mother, had hardly batted an eye to them and their siblings ever since the incident. Rowankit felt... overwhelmed and empty at the same time. Some of their clanmates had advocated for the children to stay behind, but despite that, would they look at them the same? The child of a traitor... is that all they were, now? Rowankit was so confused.
Witnessing a parent lead an outcry against your leader, only for your clanmates to hiss and spit at him in return and eventually drive him away from the moors, was confusing to say the least. Snakehiss had been perfectly normal the day before... well, as normal as Rowankit knew him to be — stoic, irritable, distant. That was who he was, not a raving religious fanatic. Although father had always encouraged his kits' belief in StarClan, told them that the ancestors had a plan for him and them to achieve greatness one day, they had never seen him act so passionate about his beliefs. Had that—the chaotic scene that had unfurled before their very eyes—been Snakehiss' idea of greatness?
At the last moment, Rowankit had convinced their littermates to stay behind — it hadn't taken much, just a quiet hiss in their ears. Snakehiss had looked them dead in the eyes, expecting them to follow because he was their father. Had they been wrong, choosing not to go? If father was right about StarClan all along, would they punish them—punish all of WindClan—for not listening to him?
There is a hollow look in their eyes as they sit in front of the nursery; they had needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of playing kits and coddling mothers. Gorsepetal, their milk mother, had hardly batted an eye to them and their siblings ever since the incident. Rowankit felt... overwhelmed and empty at the same time. Some of their clanmates had advocated for the children to stay behind, but despite that, would they look at them the same? The child of a traitor... is that all they were, now? Rowankit was so confused.
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rowankit
— they/she; kit of windclan
— a shorthaired black solid/tortoiseshell chimera with amber eyes
— "speech", thoughts, attack
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