- Jul 8, 2022
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MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY ✧
the night is calm and still. lightningstone is not breathing down her back, she does not have to worry about raccoon showing her every cool thing in the water. not be stopped and asked for anything. the only worry was the clear rang in the sky from a few days ago. something that disturbed the waterfowl and the reeds. it seems that life is never calm for the water-born woman, but then again, the river is never still. a constant ebb and flow, moving sediment and grasses down the streams. she must be willing to change...to accept change...but it isn't easy. buckgait travels by the night's leading light, simply enjoying the bareness of camp. it's a rarity, and it is so welcomed. reminiscent of the time where she had no worry of clan politics or worrying to be palatable. the days of youth when she was wild and untamed, biting the hand that feeds and never slowing. that younger girl had gone through everything to be free. tore from the grip of familial expectations, ran them from the lands, and lived by and for herself. she's lived so differently from those who had traveled from the river. mudpelt holds a family, he's a brilliant and loving man. and it just makes her think.
perhaps she's lonely, in the way that only a cat surrounded by others could be. but it's nothing that could be solved in a mere night, and buck hasn't solved it in moons.
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