- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ The calico has never considered herself a gossip, but then again, she has never considered herself one to relax while there are tasks to be done yet. She has decided, however, that today the clan will be alright if she takes a short break. She is no use to her clanmates if she is dead on her paws, after all. She and Rattleheart have both worked themselves to the point of breaking before, and she would hate to be hypocritical once again, so she settles down with a clanmate to groom one another’s pelts. As she licks over her clanmate’s shoulder, her mind ventures elsewhere, and she begins speaking without thinking too deeply of the topic. "Hmm, have you paid any attention to Sunlitpaw recently, since we returned to camp?" Her words are interrupted momentarily as she licks at her companion’s pelt—a tough knot catches as she grooms over it, and she has to work to pull it free. Once she is finished, though, the calico rests her head for a moment upon the other WindClanner’s back.
Her jaw bumps against the other’s back as she muses, "I worry about her. She had a mentor who supported Sootstar, and the other day she was working on the camp wall, but she obviously hadn’t eaten in a while." Her words are not accusatory, but a statement of fact. She has witnessed Sunlitpaw’s hard work around the camp, but she is not afraid to show her concern for the apprentice. Thornrunner may have been a slime-pelted slug-brain of a warrior, but he was still a role model for Sunlitpaw. What if he’d planted some sort of poison into the young torbie’s mind? What if the apprentice has taken the weight of her mentor’s betrayal onto her own shoulders? The reasons could be endless, but perhaps a second opinion could help to settle her worry.
Her jaw bumps against the other’s back as she muses, "I worry about her. She had a mentor who supported Sootstar, and the other day she was working on the camp wall, but she obviously hadn’t eaten in a while." Her words are not accusatory, but a statement of fact. She has witnessed Sunlitpaw’s hard work around the camp, but she is not afraid to show her concern for the apprentice. Thornrunner may have been a slime-pelted slug-brain of a warrior, but he was still a role model for Sunlitpaw. What if he’d planted some sort of poison into the young torbie’s mind? What if the apprentice has taken the weight of her mentor’s betrayal onto her own shoulders? The reasons could be endless, but perhaps a second opinion could help to settle her worry.