SONG OF STORMS [ *ೃ༄ ] CELADINEPAW

[Mossthorn]

Mossthorn makes it no secret, the way she feels. Always this has been the way. There's bravery, her mother had always told her, in being so open, so honest, so loud in her opinions. Would her mother be dissapointed in her then, to learn that she in fact had not been? "When are you going to have a family of your own Mossthorn? You and Coldbite have been mates for ages now!" the well-intentioned question never fails to make her heart twist. But she does not falter. No. Mossthorn's lips pull upwards at the corners, fighting against the tears that threaten to find refuge in her eyes as she shrugs her shoulders "I 'dunno. 'Suppose StarClan don't think it's our time yet... One day though, I'm sure!" But as "one day" dragged into moons and moons of bitter disappointment, she cannot help but wonder is there something wrong with me? Did she do something wrong? Was StarClan punishing her for a crime she was not aware of committing or was it simply just not meant to be?

She had been putting off this visit for a long time now. What if the medicine cats told her something she didn't want to hear? The idea that her dreams could be dashed away in one simple sentence is almost too much for her to bare. It almost makes her turn around now, the idea that she somehow is not enough, that she could want something with her entire heart and soul, be willing to give up everything for it and it still not be enough is earth-shattering. But what if they could fix her? What if they could make her enough, somehow?

So Mossthorn takes a deep breath and enters the medicine cats den to seek the answers she was looking for. "Wolfsong? Cottonsprig?" she calls out as her eyes blink rapidly, adjusting to the dim light of the burrow the medicine cats sheltered in.

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• MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO WEBWING; MATE TO COLDBITE
  

  A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.

  ✦ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, no killing, maiming, or injuring without permission
  ✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.
  

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