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The forest hums with life in the early morning light, frost still clinging stubbornly to the edges of ThunderClan's camp. Stormywing is sitting just outside of the warrior's den as she finishes stretching out her lean frame. A restless, cold night has left her stiff and she doesn't want to risk pulling a muscle today. It doesn't help that she can't keep the shivers away - stars, it's cold out! But despite the chill biting at her short pelt, every muscle within her body thrums with purpose. A single-minded determination that has carried her through the past few moons.
Regain their trust. It's a mantra she's repeated every day since her talk with Flamestar, whispered in the quiet moments when hopelessness threatens to creep in. Her clanmates' wary glances and whispered conversations swath her mind like cobwebs. The knowledge of their judgment is heavy, but she shoulders it with grit. Actions speak louder than words, she knows, and she's determined to prove herself, no matter how long it takes.
So that's why she scans the camp, and as soon as her golden eyes land on a familiar silver-colored pelt near the fresh-kill pile, she strides purposefully towards her. Before her is a cat who knows her better than most, who has stood by her even when their friendship has been put to the test. She's also one of the cats the tabby wants to prove herself to most, now. She quickens her pace, dipping her head as she approaches. "Roeflame, hey," The warrior greets respectfully, settling into a seated position. Her tail curls tightly around her paws, her posture tense. "I'm looking for something to do. Anything, really. A patrol, hunting…whatever you need done, I'll take it." Her gaze flickers toward the camp's entrance, the hint of a challenge sparking in her tone. "Or give me something big. I can handle it."
She turns back to the deputy and searches her expression. Despite her confident words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, quickly buried beneath her determined exterior. She needs this, needs to prove to her clan, to best friend, that she's still a cat ThunderClan can rely on.
Regain their trust. It's a mantra she's repeated every day since her talk with Flamestar, whispered in the quiet moments when hopelessness threatens to creep in. Her clanmates' wary glances and whispered conversations swath her mind like cobwebs. The knowledge of their judgment is heavy, but she shoulders it with grit. Actions speak louder than words, she knows, and she's determined to prove herself, no matter how long it takes.
So that's why she scans the camp, and as soon as her golden eyes land on a familiar silver-colored pelt near the fresh-kill pile, she strides purposefully towards her. Before her is a cat who knows her better than most, who has stood by her even when their friendship has been put to the test. She's also one of the cats the tabby wants to prove herself to most, now. She quickens her pace, dipping her head as she approaches. "Roeflame, hey," The warrior greets respectfully, settling into a seated position. Her tail curls tightly around her paws, her posture tense. "I'm looking for something to do. Anything, really. A patrol, hunting…whatever you need done, I'll take it." Her gaze flickers toward the camp's entrance, the hint of a challenge sparking in her tone. "Or give me something big. I can handle it."
She turns back to the deputy and searches her expression. Despite her confident words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, quickly buried beneath her determined exterior. She needs this, needs to prove to her clan, to best friend, that she's still a cat ThunderClan can rely on.
// @ROEFLAME .