- Jun 29, 2022
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Though ShadowClan has torn victory from ThunderClan's clutches, they are left with grief-shrouded hearts and regret. Their mouths are full of forest-born fresh-kill during the celebration, and those brave enough to smile reminisce about the warrior who'd given her life for their continued survival. Starlingheart lingers on the periphery of the celebration, reminded of older ghosts, of older sacrifices, but even she must admit that her Clan had done what it had needed to to make it through this leafbare.
She's startled from her brooding thoughts by a single freckle of snow melting on the tip of her nose. With its chill, she stiffens as colors blaze through her mind. She sees the thick, spiked pelt of Sharpshadow as she stumbles through snow, her whiskers crusted with frost; Shalestorm's pale figure swallowed by a storm too great for her to brave; Lavenderpaw, staggering as the winds claw through his smokey fur.
The vision fades. Starlingheart is left standing, still, in the midst of her Clan struggling to celebrate their victories.
@Starlingheart
She's startled from her brooding thoughts by a single freckle of snow melting on the tip of her nose. With its chill, she stiffens as colors blaze through her mind. She sees the thick, spiked pelt of Sharpshadow as she stumbles through snow, her whiskers crusted with frost; Shalestorm's pale figure swallowed by a storm too great for her to brave; Lavenderpaw, staggering as the winds claw through his smokey fur.
The vision fades. Starlingheart is left standing, still, in the midst of her Clan struggling to celebrate their victories.
@Starlingheart