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Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 21, 2021 17:21:24 GMT -5
When he first heard news of their flooded territory, Ratprince found the first opportunity to race out alone. The terrain was difficult to traverse, with his paws sinking into mud and water more times than he could count, but when he finally reached his intended destination it was well worth it. As he feared, the strawberry patch he’d been secretly tending to was in ruins. He balanced on a tree stump nearby, blinking back the sorrow he felt. His place of solace where he felt the happiest, had been ripped away from him. He couldn’t even think about his clanmates and how the flooding would impact them all in worse ways now. All he could think of was this.
An invisible weight forced his shoulders and head down as he wallowed. As a trusted, this really wasn’t where he should be or how he should be acting. He had more important things to do, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Not yet. What an interesting sight the perfect Ratprince must make now. With his mask gone to reveal all of his true insecurities… Just how weak was he really?
"Ratprince?" Inksplash meowed. The white she cat with black splotches had seen him head out of the temporary camp at a fast pace. And though tracking was difficult in the waterlogged and flooded lands of SpringClan at the moment, she was able to trace him to this little patch.
She gasped softly when she saw the devastation, the strawberries, almost as ripe as what her mother described in twolegplace, were on the ground strewn about in puddles or partially underwater.
Her ears drooped. "Oh Ratprince... was this yours?" She asked.
