( ☾ ) willowroot is tired. she's tried to find other ways to describe it, but tired is exactly the word she feels. tired, exhausted, fatigued... any synonym and the feeling stays the same. since riverclan's formation, she has spent countless hours fighting and plotting and planning to create a future in which her clanmates, her family, will live happily. it is for them that she stays, for them that she works until she can pass out in her nest at the end of the day. it's been for ashpaw, for mosspaw, hazepaw, poolpaw, antlerpaw... for poppysplash and buckgait, even smokethroat, cindershade and snakeblink, her fellow leads. she does it all so they can sleep soundly, so they do not have to fear the crashing waves of life as they rush past.
yet, despite anything she's done, the storm-strewn sea finds a way to push her lifeboat under. for the past few moons, she's felt as though she's been clinging to a log in the middle of an endless sea, buffeted this way and that depending on the tide. each clan leader controls the wind with which she is pushed, and their words whistle around her until she has to cover her ears with her paws and cower away. it is only then that she has respite - only when she sits with her loved ones and is reminded why she works. stars, she doesn't know if she can do it anymore.
willowroot is no stranger to loss, and hadn't been even before she joined the clan. still, living in riverclan these past moons has had her seen more grief than she's ever felt in the rest of her life. tens of lives lost, on this side of the border and others, all for scraps over territory. at the end of the day, they're all just cats, splashing about at the will of the tide. it's exhausting. she thinks she's had enough.
slender paws crunch softly on the pebble strewn beach as willowroot makes her way up from the river, back toward camp. in her jaws, she clutches a stone, mottled with gray, blue and white. eyes of verdant fern scan the bustling clearing, seeking one pelt in particular, the one that matches the stone. cicadastar sits beside his den, the remnants of a fish abandoned next to him as he grooms his pelt. she easily spots him, goliath that he is, and her eyes brighten, even though nerves churn in her stomach. padding over, the smoke offers the tom a nod in greeting, setting the stone down. "cicadastar, might i speak with you a moment?" she asks, tail twitching behind her. as the tom permits, she will move slightly closer, before seating herself beside him. thornsharp claws clutch at the dirt below her as she begins. "i've been meaning to talk to you for a bit now. honestly ever since my kits were a few moons old, actually. uhm," and it's here that she realizes she is completely unprepared for this moment.
perhaps they should ease the blow before... they bat gently at the stone they've dug from the beach, setting it in front of the tomcat. "i found this, and it reminded me of you. er- your pelt." it's not a big deal, willow, plenty of cats do it. "i thought it could be a nice reminder of our time working together. that is, because, i feel as though i have been quite absent from your advisor team, and i am hoping you will do me the honor of allowing me to step down." yeah, not the most graceful exit. "you deserve a team supporting you who can be there one hundred percent. since i had my kits and with ashpaw gone, i-" they look away, eyes fixing on a tuft of grass not far from them. "i do not think i am an asset to your team anymore. i will continue to serve faithfully as one of your warriors, but the way i let down the clan with ashpaw's disappearance, and with how absent i've been, i don't know if i am worthy anymore."
they've said it, said all of their piece, but it feels odd, stilted. grinding their jaw for a moment, the warrior raises their head to peer into icy depths. "it has been an honor serving as one of your lead warriors. smokethroat, cindershade and snakeblink will serve well without me."
// feel free to have your character overhear, or speculate. no need to wait for @CICADASTAR .
heya folks, it comes time for willow to step down, methinks. with irl stuff, school, etc, i haven't had a lot of time for catsite, and i don't want to leave y'all hanging with an absent semi-hp. so, willow takes her leave, off to be a normal warrior. thank you for the opportunity to serve this role! i'll always appreciate it!! special shout out to the hp team, who are wonderful angels who make anyone feel welcome. and don't you worry, i'll be around for a while yet.
yet, despite anything she's done, the storm-strewn sea finds a way to push her lifeboat under. for the past few moons, she's felt as though she's been clinging to a log in the middle of an endless sea, buffeted this way and that depending on the tide. each clan leader controls the wind with which she is pushed, and their words whistle around her until she has to cover her ears with her paws and cower away. it is only then that she has respite - only when she sits with her loved ones and is reminded why she works. stars, she doesn't know if she can do it anymore.
willowroot is no stranger to loss, and hadn't been even before she joined the clan. still, living in riverclan these past moons has had her seen more grief than she's ever felt in the rest of her life. tens of lives lost, on this side of the border and others, all for scraps over territory. at the end of the day, they're all just cats, splashing about at the will of the tide. it's exhausting. she thinks she's had enough.
slender paws crunch softly on the pebble strewn beach as willowroot makes her way up from the river, back toward camp. in her jaws, she clutches a stone, mottled with gray, blue and white. eyes of verdant fern scan the bustling clearing, seeking one pelt in particular, the one that matches the stone. cicadastar sits beside his den, the remnants of a fish abandoned next to him as he grooms his pelt. she easily spots him, goliath that he is, and her eyes brighten, even though nerves churn in her stomach. padding over, the smoke offers the tom a nod in greeting, setting the stone down. "cicadastar, might i speak with you a moment?" she asks, tail twitching behind her. as the tom permits, she will move slightly closer, before seating herself beside him. thornsharp claws clutch at the dirt below her as she begins. "i've been meaning to talk to you for a bit now. honestly ever since my kits were a few moons old, actually. uhm," and it's here that she realizes she is completely unprepared for this moment.
perhaps they should ease the blow before... they bat gently at the stone they've dug from the beach, setting it in front of the tomcat. "i found this, and it reminded me of you. er- your pelt." it's not a big deal, willow, plenty of cats do it. "i thought it could be a nice reminder of our time working together. that is, because, i feel as though i have been quite absent from your advisor team, and i am hoping you will do me the honor of allowing me to step down." yeah, not the most graceful exit. "you deserve a team supporting you who can be there one hundred percent. since i had my kits and with ashpaw gone, i-" they look away, eyes fixing on a tuft of grass not far from them. "i do not think i am an asset to your team anymore. i will continue to serve faithfully as one of your warriors, but the way i let down the clan with ashpaw's disappearance, and with how absent i've been, i don't know if i am worthy anymore."
they've said it, said all of their piece, but it feels odd, stilted. grinding their jaw for a moment, the warrior raises their head to peer into icy depths. "it has been an honor serving as one of your lead warriors. smokethroat, cindershade and snakeblink will serve well without me."
// feel free to have your character overhear, or speculate. no need to wait for @CICADASTAR .
heya folks, it comes time for willow to step down, methinks. with irl stuff, school, etc, i haven't had a lot of time for catsite, and i don't want to leave y'all hanging with an absent semi-hp. so, willow takes her leave, off to be a normal warrior. thank you for the opportunity to serve this role! i'll always appreciate it!! special shout out to the hp team, who are wonderful angels who make anyone feel welcome. and don't you worry, i'll be around for a while yet.
( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )