- Dec 8, 2022
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ShadowClan wears defeat like it's second skin.
They had been destined for it, maybe on no other basis besides how utterly clueless they'd be if they ever were victorious. Maybe once, she thought they had been, two moons or so ago— but it was a lie, wasn't it? ShadowClan couldn't feel good about themselves atop a death that was always meant to happen. If it had been her that day ( and easily, it could have been... ) she would turn in her grave knowing her Clanmates were crying over her, instead of celebrating what she's done...
Of course, she doesn't have what Needledrift had. Bright eyes and a smile. Who would really miss one more gloomy face atop all the rest?
Her nerves are alight now, the adrenaline ebbed... She's not sure how she's ended up here, half-slumped against the wiry form of Amberhaze. A pitiful amount of the blood on him is his own. Amberhaze is lucky, considering their Leader wanted them to lose.
Bloodscent flooding the clearing would probably summon Marbleleaf quicker than any warrior could. It's unsightly, the way Sharpshadow slumps, the curve of his spine brutish. His claws dig into the earth, desperate to keep himself upright. There was no blood in his face. No, it clung tacky to his chest, his legs, still seeped thick from his shoulders, but the scar on his face was old. Still, he blinks; five— ten times. He keeps blinking, as if it'd make the world any clearer. As if it was all it'd take for him to understand. But his gaze falls upon his Clanmates... his gaze, moon-wide, falls upon Ternstar, and he feels nothing but contempt.
It wasn't all for her. Of course it wasn't. But it's the most tangible thing he has, right now. " Y-you... " her voice is ragged from yowling. The unsteady growl cuts the air of a tense procession. " You wanted us to lose. "
They had been destined for it, maybe on no other basis besides how utterly clueless they'd be if they ever were victorious. Maybe once, she thought they had been, two moons or so ago— but it was a lie, wasn't it? ShadowClan couldn't feel good about themselves atop a death that was always meant to happen. If it had been her that day ( and easily, it could have been... ) she would turn in her grave knowing her Clanmates were crying over her, instead of celebrating what she's done...
Of course, she doesn't have what Needledrift had. Bright eyes and a smile. Who would really miss one more gloomy face atop all the rest?
Her nerves are alight now, the adrenaline ebbed... She's not sure how she's ended up here, half-slumped against the wiry form of Amberhaze. A pitiful amount of the blood on him is his own. Amberhaze is lucky, considering their Leader wanted them to lose.
Bloodscent flooding the clearing would probably summon Marbleleaf quicker than any warrior could. It's unsightly, the way Sharpshadow slumps, the curve of his spine brutish. His claws dig into the earth, desperate to keep himself upright. There was no blood in his face. No, it clung tacky to his chest, his legs, still seeped thick from his shoulders, but the scar on his face was old. Still, he blinks; five— ten times. He keeps blinking, as if it'd make the world any clearer. As if it was all it'd take for him to understand. But his gaze falls upon his Clanmates... his gaze, moon-wide, falls upon Ternstar, and he feels nothing but contempt.
It wasn't all for her. Of course it wasn't. But it's the most tangible thing he has, right now. " Y-you... " her voice is ragged from yowling. The unsteady growl cuts the air of a tense procession. " You wanted us to lose. "
OOC: shadowclan's battle party has returned from the thunderclan border! returning are @Ternstar., @Swansong, @BATCHASER, @BOUNCEPAW, @VULTURESONG, @LIVIDSMOKE, @talonpaw., @Wormwatcher, @Puddlepaw, @RIBBITLEAP, @/Briarthorn, @MORELPAW, and Sharpshadow is leaning against @Amberhaze. Tagging @MARBLELEAF as well <3 This takes place before the february meeting!