- Jan 27, 2023
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News of Echolight’s disappearance has spread around camp. Her father had told her, clearly upset for his apprentice, but Bluepaw has shown blatant indifference. What does it matter, she thinks, if a traitor disappears? The rest of their foolish family had. Emberfang had been exiled for treason; she knows this story well. Pollenfur had defected in the night, a coward. Mallowlark had followed in her pawprints. Yewberry, too, exiled for foolish violence against Clanmates.
It'd been only a matter of time before Echolight had chosen to listen to the call of her traitorous blood. Bluepaw thinks good riddance, purposely blind to the pain in her kits’ faces. She doesn’t have to imagine what it’s like to walk in their paws. Her father is a loyal lead warrior of WindClan; her mother is the leader, StarClan-blessed. All of her siblings are training to be proud and fierce warriors. Her aunts are already that, one even a lead on Sootstar’s council.
Half-lidded emerald eyes peer flatly across camp, focused on one lilac-and-white splotched pelt. Larkpaw is one of three of Echolight’s kits. The kits she’d left behind, that all of their family had left behind, unwanted. Bluepaw examines her with a veiled expression, but she leans close to the cat beside her and murmurs, “Which of them do you think will run off next? My bet’s on Larkpaw.” Bluepaw straightens her posture. “She looks the most like her mother. It must mean something.” To her, it does—she looks the most like Sootstar, besides Cottonpaw, and it means she’s the most like Sootstar, too.
Her expression morphs prettily with just the barest hint of a smile. How unfortunate it must be to be a traitor’s kit.
// talking to @SNAKEPAW about @Larkpaw ! ; please wait for one of them to post
It'd been only a matter of time before Echolight had chosen to listen to the call of her traitorous blood. Bluepaw thinks good riddance, purposely blind to the pain in her kits’ faces. She doesn’t have to imagine what it’s like to walk in their paws. Her father is a loyal lead warrior of WindClan; her mother is the leader, StarClan-blessed. All of her siblings are training to be proud and fierce warriors. Her aunts are already that, one even a lead on Sootstar’s council.
Half-lidded emerald eyes peer flatly across camp, focused on one lilac-and-white splotched pelt. Larkpaw is one of three of Echolight’s kits. The kits she’d left behind, that all of their family had left behind, unwanted. Bluepaw examines her with a veiled expression, but she leans close to the cat beside her and murmurs, “Which of them do you think will run off next? My bet’s on Larkpaw.” Bluepaw straightens her posture. “She looks the most like her mother. It must mean something.” To her, it does—she looks the most like Sootstar, besides Cottonpaw, and it means she’s the most like Sootstar, too.
Her expression morphs prettily with just the barest hint of a smile. How unfortunate it must be to be a traitor’s kit.
// talking to @SNAKEPAW about @Larkpaw ! ; please wait for one of them to post
[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]