- Jul 8, 2023
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With everything that was happening in WindClan lately, Lilacstem decided the best thing she could do was keep her head down for the moment. She had voiced her frustrations on Sootstar bringing those abandoned kits to camp, and in doing so had drawn the ire of the leader and her loyal lackeys. Deep down she had known it to be a risk but she refused to stay quiet on a matter like that when they were acting like it was a rational thing to do. That they were doing this for the betterment of those kits.
She had kept her head down since then, hunting, patrolling, doing whatever menial tasks around camp she could. Lilacstem had her further opinions on what had transpired since but was too scared to act or speak up about them lest she draw any further attention on her and family. If push came to shove she would put herself in the line of danger for them, take the metaphorical brunt of whatever punishment Sootstar might see fit to inflict on them.
There was a chill in the air as she prowled the moors. Her yellow eyes were searching for signs of rabbits but it seemed most were wisely keeping to their dens. With little else available to hunt on the moors, Lilacstem had turned her attention elsewhere, eventually finding a small thrush flitting between the heathers. Carefully slipping into a bush, Lilacstem would remain still and quiet, waiting eagerly to see if the thrush would happen to fly past her. And her patience was soon rewarded as the thrush circled back to her, and with a swift leap upwards, she caught the bird in her paws and forced it to the ground. It shifted uncomfortably beneath her paws, trying to slide a wing out from under her to free itself, but she held firm. A small bite to the neck was enough to put it out of its misery.
She had kept her head down since then, hunting, patrolling, doing whatever menial tasks around camp she could. Lilacstem had her further opinions on what had transpired since but was too scared to act or speak up about them lest she draw any further attention on her and family. If push came to shove she would put herself in the line of danger for them, take the metaphorical brunt of whatever punishment Sootstar might see fit to inflict on them.
There was a chill in the air as she prowled the moors. Her yellow eyes were searching for signs of rabbits but it seemed most were wisely keeping to their dens. With little else available to hunt on the moors, Lilacstem had turned her attention elsewhere, eventually finding a small thrush flitting between the heathers. Carefully slipping into a bush, Lilacstem would remain still and quiet, waiting eagerly to see if the thrush would happen to fly past her. And her patience was soon rewarded as the thrush circled back to her, and with a swift leap upwards, she caught the bird in her paws and forced it to the ground. It shifted uncomfortably beneath her paws, trying to slide a wing out from under her to free itself, but she held firm. A small bite to the neck was enough to put it out of its misery.