- Oct 11, 2022
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No matter how cold it was, no matter how bad the weather was, Sporecloud would always come to Leopardclouds grave. She wasn't sure if she would ever truly move on, Leopardcloud was her first love. A love that was cut too short, and it wasn't fair. Sporecloud had struggled silently with her grief, and its symptoms had weakened her.
She was thinner and a little more ragged, but having finally reached acceptance for the hand fate had dealt the two lovers, she was ready to begin healing.
But she would always return to this grave. Always let herself believe that Leopardcloud was sitting next to her. It was a comforting thought, knowing that she wasn't truly gone. It let her sleep at night.
She couldn't help but recall the raid, and what she had said to Leopardclouds wayward son before she passed out.
It was cold, she realized. In the heat of the moment she had felt stung. Now that she could think clearly, she wanted to apologize.
This was where Coyotepaw belonged. This was his home, where his mother and sister are.
If Windclan came marching to their borders again like the impudent, entitled rats they were, she would not let them live. All they do is take.... Like parasites.
And parasites should be killed.
But that was for another time, for now she would rest calmly next to Leopardclouds grave, enjoying the peace and quiet.
((@Coyotepaw))