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She thinks of that night talking to Howlingstar, her grandmother comparing her to a lone wolf as they listened to one bay forlornly in the distance. She wonders if it was one of the ones now causing such chaos within their home, killing their clanmates. She thinks of being compared to such a beast and her lips curl into a grimace, she thinks of being told a wolf was only strong with its pack and the vision of Sunfreckle's blood spilling across the broken earth upturned by sharp claws. No, Howlingstar, I was right. They don't need a pack, they're terrifying without one.
A single wolf had flung the tabby tom almost as large as she was with little effort, their strength was daunting and eclipsed any cat's efforts to harm. This baiting idea was their best bet, but she hated it all the same. She can only imagine the wolves catching up and tearing the fleeing cats apart before turning on the rest. Moonwhisper exhales a shaky breath and then forces up a grin to look less stressed than she was.
The clan could not have been more tense than it was now, there was no telling if this plan would even work and if it failed the cats here would have no choice but to fall back if the rear guard could not redirect the wolves away. They'd already gotten a taste of blood in this place, they were sure to remember where it was and the bounty of food that lay before them. Moonwhisper gives a shudder before shaking her head and lifting it to address the kits kept close by the nursery, "...alright, let's go over it again. If you see a wolf you do not bolt away from us. Stay under our legs and move like little mice. Now show me your best sneaking."
The tortie point was not exactly motherly, hilarious given how soon the approach of her own kitting was brewing, but she at least had her sensibilities when it came to the smaller cats of the clan and how to speak to them. Her own kits would be easier to manage, she tells herself, but for now she was fine speaking plainly and with a light coo to her tone as if to soften her usually rough edges for their sake.
She thinks of that night talking to Howlingstar, her grandmother comparing her to a lone wolf as they listened to one bay forlornly in the distance. She wonders if it was one of the ones now causing such chaos within their home, killing their clanmates. She thinks of being compared to such a beast and her lips curl into a grimace, she thinks of being told a wolf was only strong with its pack and the vision of Sunfreckle's blood spilling across the broken earth upturned by sharp claws. No, Howlingstar, I was right. They don't need a pack, they're terrifying without one.
A single wolf had flung the tabby tom almost as large as she was with little effort, their strength was daunting and eclipsed any cat's efforts to harm. This baiting idea was their best bet, but she hated it all the same. She can only imagine the wolves catching up and tearing the fleeing cats apart before turning on the rest. Moonwhisper exhales a shaky breath and then forces up a grin to look less stressed than she was.
The clan could not have been more tense than it was now, there was no telling if this plan would even work and if it failed the cats here would have no choice but to fall back if the rear guard could not redirect the wolves away. They'd already gotten a taste of blood in this place, they were sure to remember where it was and the bounty of food that lay before them. Moonwhisper gives a shudder before shaking her head and lifting it to address the kits kept close by the nursery, "...alright, let's go over it again. If you see a wolf you do not bolt away from us. Stay under our legs and move like little mice. Now show me your best sneaking."
The tortie point was not exactly motherly, hilarious given how soon the approach of her own kitting was brewing, but she at least had her sensibilities when it came to the smaller cats of the clan and how to speak to them. Her own kits would be easier to manage, she tells herself, but for now she was fine speaking plainly and with a light coo to her tone as if to soften her usually rough edges for their sake.
- Ooc- Takes place alongside THIS thread with cats baiting the wolves away! This is for the ones remaining in camp preparing to retreat if things go wrong!
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Moonwhisper
—⊰⋅ Warrior of ThunderClan
—⊰⋅ She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ LH Tortiseshell point w/ice blue eyes
