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⚘ "i am sending away every former kittypet for their own safety, under leafhusk's care."
for their own safety…
…under leafhusk's care.
snakerocks is the final landmark they pass. they walk until the oak trees begin to waver, their branches shake in the breeze, waving quiet goodbyes. it's all they can afford. the ground beneath her paws is unfamiliar, and difficult, it is not flattened from seasons of border patrols. her mind drowns out any complaints she may hear from the back, focusing hard at the straight line she is walking in. leafhusk doesn't care if anyone's tired, or thirsty, hungry, whatever. if they stop, it means someone could catch up to them, find out where they are going– she won't risk it. formerly delicate paws, now calloused from moons of warriorhood, begin to ache but she keeps walking. there is nothing homely about where they are going.
'loner lands' is a title that is extremely on the nose. it stretches out in blankets of grass, seemingly unending to leafhusk's simple mind. the grass weaves itself into a land that is not bound by laws. when the stars shine at night, no one looks up at them for guidance. bonds are form out of necessity, or greed, 'community' might as well be a sin. leafhusk's time here was brief, and in the dead middle of leafbare so her experience is thin. some parts of it may seem familiar if she squints, but other than that, this is new.
thunderclan's smell ebbed away hours ago. it is replaced with an eerie staleness, a grim reminder that anything can be out there. leafhusk finally stops in the most flat, open area she could possibly find. it is nothing like thunderclan's territory, but it will have to work. enough shade from greenleaf's heat, and shelter from any weirdo they might come across out here.
"alright, listen up." she turns to face her clanmates. howlingstar is absent, and so is flamewhisker, but she will not act like either. if she even tries to think like either, her muzzle will turn gray. "i am not your mother, so i won't make you to listen to my rules."
"we are nothing like the creeps that lurk in these woods, you are still a thunderclanner, and we will function like one."
"patrols will go as usual, and so will the apprentice's training. anyone may offer to help with that. to keep away predators, fresh-kill will be eaten as is, but i still expect coltkit to be fed first."
her gaze sweeps across the cats gathered before her. she is stern, her tail lashes against the ground. under her care. keep them safe. "warriors will also sleep in shifts so we're not ambushed. when you're patrolling, or taking a stroll, keep your paws to yourself. getting hurt will not go over well. if you decide to fraternize, do not run your maw about why we are here. the council will have my tail if i bring back rogue trouble."
"i am not sure how long we will be here. all i ask is don't do anything stupid. thank you."
for their own safety…
…under leafhusk's care.
snakerocks is the final landmark they pass. they walk until the oak trees begin to waver, their branches shake in the breeze, waving quiet goodbyes. it's all they can afford. the ground beneath her paws is unfamiliar, and difficult, it is not flattened from seasons of border patrols. her mind drowns out any complaints she may hear from the back, focusing hard at the straight line she is walking in. leafhusk doesn't care if anyone's tired, or thirsty, hungry, whatever. if they stop, it means someone could catch up to them, find out where they are going– she won't risk it. formerly delicate paws, now calloused from moons of warriorhood, begin to ache but she keeps walking. there is nothing homely about where they are going.
'loner lands' is a title that is extremely on the nose. it stretches out in blankets of grass, seemingly unending to leafhusk's simple mind. the grass weaves itself into a land that is not bound by laws. when the stars shine at night, no one looks up at them for guidance. bonds are form out of necessity, or greed, 'community' might as well be a sin. leafhusk's time here was brief, and in the dead middle of leafbare so her experience is thin. some parts of it may seem familiar if she squints, but other than that, this is new.
thunderclan's smell ebbed away hours ago. it is replaced with an eerie staleness, a grim reminder that anything can be out there. leafhusk finally stops in the most flat, open area she could possibly find. it is nothing like thunderclan's territory, but it will have to work. enough shade from greenleaf's heat, and shelter from any weirdo they might come across out here.
"alright, listen up." she turns to face her clanmates. howlingstar is absent, and so is flamewhisker, but she will not act like either. if she even tries to think like either, her muzzle will turn gray. "i am not your mother, so i won't make you to listen to my rules."
"we are nothing like the creeps that lurk in these woods, you are still a thunderclanner, and we will function like one."
"patrols will go as usual, and so will the apprentice's training. anyone may offer to help with that. to keep away predators, fresh-kill will be eaten as is, but i still expect coltkit to be fed first."
her gaze sweeps across the cats gathered before her. she is stern, her tail lashes against the ground. under her care. keep them safe. "warriors will also sleep in shifts so we're not ambushed. when you're patrolling, or taking a stroll, keep your paws to yourself. getting hurt will not go over well. if you decide to fraternize, do not run your maw about why we are here. the council will have my tail if i bring back rogue trouble."
"i am not sure how long we will be here. all i ask is don't do anything stupid. thank you."