private Such a mournful sound ✧*⋆ Hazecloud

[Twinkleflight]

Worry was an ugly feeling, it made them feel nauseas. It made her stomach curl and their head spin, unfortunately worry is all they can feel as the number for the unaccounted climb. Her littermate included in those numbers, she knows that they should be concerned for everyone missing and honestly they were. She just can't help that bias that comes to her naturally when stressing about family, though she's certain they're not the only one. Weaving through the cluster of clan mates in a camp that feels foreign she searches for a familiar blue smoke. One that radiats comfort, warmth, one that might tell her that things are going to be okay and let them indulge in being glued to her side like she's a kit again.

"Mama" she calls out, as she hobbles towards her. Cradling a muddy and black speckled stone against the small tufts of fluff against their chest. Hazecloud is probably needed by many right now, she's a deputy in a crisis so of course they're not the only one looking for her. They hope for that same selfishness in kind, one that stems from a mother rather than a deputy. Twinklepaw musters a smile, it feels heavy but they didn't want to cause any stress ontop of what else she's dealing with currently. Especially with Lichenstar hurt as well, they don't pretend to know what's going on in either parents mind but if Twinklepaw is stressed over this she assumes that Hazecloud too is sick with worry.

"I found something, I thought you would like it!" She proclaims with mustered excitement, holding out a small stone, it's dirty and the specks form a crack like formation along the jagged edges. The apprentice prided herself on finding the shiniest of objects, things that would capture the beauty of the clan around them. Even her romanticism can't save this rock, in their eyes it's too imperfect but maybe that might take her mind off of things? "You could... put it in your nest or something! Or throw it really far, whatever you'd like" She assumes that her nest would have been swept away, when everything's back to normal then maybe this could be the first thing to put in the new one.

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• @hazecloud
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• TWINKLEPAW
  They/she, RiverClan apprentice, 9 moons
  ★ A sleek yet tufted short haired blue point with blue eyes
  ☆ Littermates w/ Eveningpaw, Horizonpaw and Snowflakekit †
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Speech (#C9BAF3), thoughts
  ★penned by Juice | ouijeejuice on discord

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[hazecloud]

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A paw of twisting claws had plunged into Hazecloud's core with a frenzy since she had taken to leading everyone she could out of camp, thrust into trusting any and all who could make it to the copse, would. She left with a crowd of kits in mouths and nearly-apprentices in tow, her children dutifully contributing to support wherever they could, her mate... briefly unaccounted for, but returned alive, if a little waterlogged.

She is without her daughter- her apprentice- her child. She is without her mother, as tumultuous the pair had been, the molly was easy prey for a flood of that strength. Her body already frail from frequent forgotten feedings and lack of lucid days, the current could of brought her stars know where.

But she cannot be wholly selfish like she wants, she must worry about all the wayward RiverClanners no differently than her kin. She is expected to put the same efforts forward for each of them, and in the typical fashion of Hazecloud's service to her Clan, she would. Even if she didn't like it.

The call from Twinklepaw snapped her attention quickly. Panic flashing in her eyes for just a moment, falling at the sight of their smile. "Inky, what have you got for me?" There's still a shake to her voice that can't hold steady, the same kind that held onto her paws. She kept herself firmly planted in place to hide it, forcing herself to remain steely (even if it wasn't very convincing) in the state of chaos.

"Ooh wow, have you had a change of taste? This looks so different from the others you find." She pulled the stone closer for inspection, examining it's tiny cracks and edges carefully. "You know, I heard from one of those Ripple Colony elders that you can see stories in the stones... what do you think this one says?"

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.