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When he summons Moorblossom to the Place of No Stars, it is not to talk, to parry. His eldest daughter, she of the midnight pelt and the willowy limbs, had been the first to turn against Sootstar and her loyalists. He remembers licking her dark fur clean of afterbith, remembers the way the sun had gleamed against her as she’d taken her first stumbling steps out into the moor she’d been named for, and his heart clenches against itself.
When he sees her now, lost amidst a world of darkness, he unsheathes his claws. It hurts him to imagine drawing his nails across her perfect pelt, across the body Sootstar had carried inside of her for two moons, but he knows his daughter has betrayed her mother. Has betrayed him.
She is nothing to them any longer.
Weaselclaw leaps from the shadows, and he attempts to draw his claws along Moorblossom’s right flank.
When he sees her now, lost amidst a world of darkness, he unsheathes his claws. It hurts him to imagine drawing his nails across her perfect pelt, across the body Sootstar had carried inside of her for two moons, but he knows his daughter has betrayed her mother. Has betrayed him.
She is nothing to them any longer.
Weaselclaw leaps from the shadows, and he attempts to draw his claws along Moorblossom’s right flank.
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