- Jul 11, 2022
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I KNOW THAT YOU MEAN SO WELL
Kestreltalon was miserable. A moon had passed since the day she had first joined this wretched clan and she was still as much a stranger amongst its ranks now as she was then. At morning she stalked out of camp to hunt for herself and in the evening she return to sleep. All the day, she stayed out of camp for as long as she could manage. Even when in camp, she spoke to no one that did not speak to her first, and she went only on the patrols that she was told to go on.
Over that long moon, resentment had built within her heart. For the loud camp that she had to spend her nights in, for the clanmates that she brushed passed every day, and - most especially - for the leader whose tyrannical rein she found herself under. Sootstar acted like her shit didn't smell just because she was leader, and she got treated like it too. It made Kestreltalon's blood boil.
It was a position the leader abused, ordering the cats around her about at her every whim.
All of it was worth it though, even sharing a camp with that creature. Oh, it was so worth it. She remembered that again and again, ever time she stepped out of camp, back onto the moors. When she felt the wind on her fur as she ran and ran and tried to forget her new home. It was the feeling of freedom, and she didn't want to let it go. The rest was simply the sacrifice she had to make to not be run out of her home.
Reluctantly, Kestreltalon padded back into camp. Casting a longing glance back toward the moors outside. They would still be there when the sun rose again, she reassured herself. Turning away, her gaze found Sootstar in the midst of conversation. No doubt getting her ego appeased by whatever brown-nosers she had decided worthy of her attentions today. A derisive snort pulled itself from her.
"Narcissistic little snake-heart." She muttered to herself as she padded past, not even realizing that she had made the comment aloud.
//@SOOTSTAR
Over that long moon, resentment had built within her heart. For the loud camp that she had to spend her nights in, for the clanmates that she brushed passed every day, and - most especially - for the leader whose tyrannical rein she found herself under. Sootstar acted like her shit didn't smell just because she was leader, and she got treated like it too. It made Kestreltalon's blood boil.
It was a position the leader abused, ordering the cats around her about at her every whim.
All of it was worth it though, even sharing a camp with that creature. Oh, it was so worth it. She remembered that again and again, ever time she stepped out of camp, back onto the moors. When she felt the wind on her fur as she ran and ran and tried to forget her new home. It was the feeling of freedom, and she didn't want to let it go. The rest was simply the sacrifice she had to make to not be run out of her home.
Reluctantly, Kestreltalon padded back into camp. Casting a longing glance back toward the moors outside. They would still be there when the sun rose again, she reassured herself. Turning away, her gaze found Sootstar in the midst of conversation. No doubt getting her ego appeased by whatever brown-nosers she had decided worthy of her attentions today. A derisive snort pulled itself from her.
"Narcissistic little snake-heart." She muttered to herself as she padded past, not even realizing that she had made the comment aloud.
//@SOOTSTAR