private TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH // BLUEFROST

[juncoclaw]

"What makes a cat belong?" Junco muses wistfully, finding herself standing aside WindClan's newest queen, echoing the statement she had made to vouch for Thriftfeather. The feline of her conversation's interest, Bluefrost, who remained wholly indifferent and cold (if not a little disliking) of her presence since she arrived. It was alarming how quick she turned around. It really was in WindClan's nature to be deceptively hypocritical, was it not?

"Being in love?" she mews again, turning to stare searchingly into Bluefrost's icy eyes, as if an answer could hide within to Juncoclaw's burning question: What could make me belong? If she had announced her feelings for the medicine cat, would WindClan grant her immunity? "This whole time, was it really that easy? Right under my nose?"

It hadn't been for her. Cottonsprig vouched for her, time and time again - to no avail. Was it because it was loveless? Was it because there were no kits to bind Junco responsibly to her? At the root of it all, a longing.. What makes me so different? Why will nobody tell me I belong?

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• JUNCOCLAW ✩ prisoner of windclan
  ⭃ she/her ━ afab ━ 17 moons
  ⭃ a long-haired blue/silver tabby with green eyes, one blind.
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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