- Jun 8, 2022
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( ✧ ) Frustration burns raw in his stomach.
Frustration at the stranger who had waltzed into the lives of so very many, with the stunning debut of murdering the supposed leader. A coward, Quail's hiss rings clearly in his mind. The mindset of a killer who only chose to wallow in her own self-pity once she couldn't go any further. He hadn't been listening hard enough to find out what happened to her, and in that moment, he couldn't care. The feelings toward the killer couldn't compare to those toward the victim.
Ember, who'd nearly caught him off guard during their spar under Rain. Ember who'd come out of the battle with her sight. Ember, who'd led him and others to 'ThunderClan'. Ember, bestowed with life after life, approved of by their very own ancestors, cats who may have fallen to her very own claws, now bestowing her with a gift unimaginable.
And she'd fallen to little more than the insanity of a petty rogue. One of the gifts only just granted to her, ripped away by the claws of a stranger. She shines bright, despite it all. Sickeningly positive, sickeningly niave. All that strength wasted on someone so dull. She continues to pretend everything is fine and dismisses the outcry. Because of course, she can watch her. Of course, she can save her. Emberstar can handle just anything, can't she?
The Clan swarms around her in a frenzy of distress and dismay. Rightfully, they argue against the murderer's innocence. Details of her encounter with the ghost cats fly around in a blur, a dull length of time Star only spent waiting.
And when he sees his chance, he takes it.
He surges towards the voice of Ember, walking with a certain purpose he hasn't held in what felt like moons. He doesn't concern himself with who or what may be in the way. Only with his destination, and to his surprise, he doesn't stutter. "Ember," he hisses her name like its a sin, ears pulled back against his skull as he scrambles for her attention. His fur bristles along his spine, surely enough of a clue for others to not bother them. "You cannot, be serious. Did you even get her name before she murdered you in cold blood? And now you're letting her stay? Did she rip your sense from you along with your life?" You're supposed to be better than this, the words go unsaid.
[ @emberstar ]
Frustration at the stranger who had waltzed into the lives of so very many, with the stunning debut of murdering the supposed leader. A coward, Quail's hiss rings clearly in his mind. The mindset of a killer who only chose to wallow in her own self-pity once she couldn't go any further. He hadn't been listening hard enough to find out what happened to her, and in that moment, he couldn't care. The feelings toward the killer couldn't compare to those toward the victim.
Ember, who'd nearly caught him off guard during their spar under Rain. Ember who'd come out of the battle with her sight. Ember, who'd led him and others to 'ThunderClan'. Ember, bestowed with life after life, approved of by their very own ancestors, cats who may have fallen to her very own claws, now bestowing her with a gift unimaginable.
And she'd fallen to little more than the insanity of a petty rogue. One of the gifts only just granted to her, ripped away by the claws of a stranger. She shines bright, despite it all. Sickeningly positive, sickeningly niave. All that strength wasted on someone so dull. She continues to pretend everything is fine and dismisses the outcry. Because of course, she can watch her. Of course, she can save her. Emberstar can handle just anything, can't she?
The Clan swarms around her in a frenzy of distress and dismay. Rightfully, they argue against the murderer's innocence. Details of her encounter with the ghost cats fly around in a blur, a dull length of time Star only spent waiting.
And when he sees his chance, he takes it.
He surges towards the voice of Ember, walking with a certain purpose he hasn't held in what felt like moons. He doesn't concern himself with who or what may be in the way. Only with his destination, and to his surprise, he doesn't stutter. "Ember," he hisses her name like its a sin, ears pulled back against his skull as he scrambles for her attention. His fur bristles along his spine, surely enough of a clue for others to not bother them. "You cannot, be serious. Did you even get her name before she murdered you in cold blood? And now you're letting her stay? Did she rip your sense from you along with your life?" You're supposed to be better than this, the words go unsaid.
[ @emberstar ]