- Aug 9, 2022
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(Raid discussion aftermath, this is after all the patrols have already been sent out.)
He's lost in his own thoughts, the world around him only blurs and muffled noises and he does not hear the brief moment a cat leans into his den to ask if he's fine, nor does he hear them leave without a word; its all a fine haze. Dandelionwish didn't think himself the type to lose to despair like this, to fall into a pit he had no choice to climb out but he's scared beyond belief and there is only one cat he can place the blame on but to do so meant near certain death; mostly. Starlight protected him, shone like a halo and guarded him from the fate most cat's recieved under a ruthless new world order and he longs for the barn once more, something he hadn't felt since he was still carrying the name of 'paw'. His mother isn't there anymore, his father is gone, his siblings here, but he dreams about being in the hayloft and rolling in the golden reeds, sliding down them and scattering them around in a burst of glowing sun; a lullaby lazily drifting down from the rafters from Daisy's watchful eye. In the distance the farmer starts his machine that meshes the golden fields into pieces, something he once had nightmares of chasing him only to find a morbid fascination with its desctructive ways. If his teeth were that sharp he could defeat anything, he could tear apart anyone who harmed any cat; but in doing so wouldn't his own paws be drenched in red?
The sepia point drearily lifts his head from the floor, he had not even laid down in his nest and merely tucked himself in the furthest corner before seemingly blacking out; was it anxiety or was he genuinely that tired-it was hard to say. The murmurs outside his den drew him from its depths at long last, what felt like moons were only several hours and he looked around with his fur unkempt and his mismatched eyes glazed over. Cats were talking about...something. He picks up on the words bit by bit, scratching away.
Catmint. SkyClan. Patrol....finally...steal. Raid. Fight.
The blood in his head begins to pound, its going to drown him and he whirls around in horror to finally realize what is happening. So little cats were left in camp but it was far too late for a hunting party, no patrols were ever sent out at this time. They were.....they were going to attack SkyClan.
In his panicked haze he recollects his return, how he had shouted in his frazzled and upset state at Juniperfrost and stormed off to his den. What had he said....what had he said....
SkyClan said no. He'd just condemned an entire clan on some folly, he had not even intended to tell Sootstar he was going to ask for catmint at all; she would have told him not to bother, clamping her teeth onto her pride to the last. But she had lives to spare and his clan didn't.
"I have....to stop them." He's moving in a stagger to the edge of camp as if blind, as if disoriented.
