- Oct 26, 2022
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The worst mistake Cloudypaw had ever made had been to join Thunderclan. Her mother had been wrong to send her here. While her siblings had managed to find their place here, she felt more lost than ever with every passing day. Even before the cold had set in, she had barely been able to catch a thing, now she was completely helpless. If it wasn't for the rest of the clan, she would have starved by now. The guilt of that tore at her every time she took prey from the freshkill pile.
When she had arrived, she thought that she would at least be safe here. Even if she didn't fit in. It was worth at least giving it a chance. Her mother would never send her into danger, she reassured herself. With a whole clan of capable cats around her, her uncle among them, nothing could hurt her.
That was before Morningpaw died and Howling Wind lay bloodied in the medicine den.
If she could, she might have taken the risk of running all the way back to twolegplace on her own. Bearing the wilderness to make it back to her mother and beg her, with all her heart, to be allowed to stay with there. Her change of heart had come too late though, now the snow had trapped them all in camp and there was nowhere she could go.
Cloudypaw lay near motionless in her nest, curling in on herself for warm as she tried to keep her breathing steady. This was all just so much. The only that had kept her from crying at all the past tragedies was that she had been too scared and shell-shocked to manage it. Now that she was trapped in this den that she didn't belong in with the threat of starvation or worse hanging over her, it was all setting in.
She curled herself a little tighter.
She just wanted to go home.
When she had arrived, she thought that she would at least be safe here. Even if she didn't fit in. It was worth at least giving it a chance. Her mother would never send her into danger, she reassured herself. With a whole clan of capable cats around her, her uncle among them, nothing could hurt her.
That was before Morningpaw died and Howling Wind lay bloodied in the medicine den.
If she could, she might have taken the risk of running all the way back to twolegplace on her own. Bearing the wilderness to make it back to her mother and beg her, with all her heart, to be allowed to stay with there. Her change of heart had come too late though, now the snow had trapped them all in camp and there was nowhere she could go.
Cloudypaw lay near motionless in her nest, curling in on herself for warm as she tried to keep her breathing steady. This was all just so much. The only that had kept her from crying at all the past tragedies was that she had been too scared and shell-shocked to manage it. Now that she was trapped in this den that she didn't belong in with the threat of starvation or worse hanging over her, it was all setting in.
She curled herself a little tighter.
She just wanted to go home.