- Sep 6, 2022
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Tallulahwing moves nimbly across the pine branches, paws sure and steady and eyes fixed on her destination. The trees creak, touched by bitter winds, birds uprooting themselves and flinging themselves into the open sky, and the weight of two cats, mentor and apprentice.
Had Lulu been surprised by the last Clan meeting Blazestar had held? Sometimes she thinks nothing surprises her anymore, now that she lives in the forest part-time. She finds she simply can't relate to any of her garden friends back home now, or even to the cats who live at the barn where she'd been born. They don't have to worry about the strange politicking between Clans, about defending borders and standing helpless as children die without their bodies to bury.
Figpaw is somewhere behind her. Tallulahwing can tell something is different even just from her little pattering steps. The lightness is gone, replaced by something the torbie cannot place. Dejection? Disbelief?
She turns to look behind her, pale yellow eyes searching for her apprentice's brilliant orange coat among the pine needles. "You're usually flyin' ahead of me, Little Missy. What's got you so slow today?" She finds a branch where the sunlight can strike her dappled coat and light it up like the tree-shadowed forest floor. "You know we can't be takin' all day up here. That fresh-kill pile looked right pitiful when I got here this mornin'."
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@FIGPAW
