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He said he loved her, so why did she feel so hollow? She had everything she wanted, yet the feeling of emptiness hung heavy over the she-cat. She had told Larkspur after the fight that she would return to camp the following night. She didn't explain why, just that she had important business to attend to. This excuse had become more and more frequent with the dusty colored she-cat. At one point, the lies hurt her, each omission of the truth cutting a little deeper than the last. Now, though, it didn't matter. The look in her eye had made it clear to Larkspur that she wasn't entertaining any questions, and immediately, the leader made herself scarce. She didn't want to be in camp. She needed time to process everything that had just happened in her life before she could return to camp. She had had half a mind to leave the territory all together; this too, was something that was becoming more and more common. This wasn't to say she was completely absent, just increasingly so as the stress of it all came to bare on her shoulders. It was easy to run from her problems, but for whatever reason, that night she decided not to. Instead, she paced across the SunClan border. Back and forth she walked, each lap becoming a little more weary. She didn't know what else to do, though. She was breaking. She had it all and it was destroying the last bits of her that still cared. She wanted to still care, but she could feel herself slipping. The good cat that had once lived in Aspenstar was dying. It was dying because she felt no guilt. She destroyed Rosethorn's life, but all she could think about was how she got what she wanted in the end. She had done whatever it took to get what she wanted, just like she always did. It was in that realization that Aspenstar had broken completely. No longer could she kid herself. If her conflict with her brother hadn't made her realize that she was the villain, this did. Her remorseless pursuit, her ideology that the means always justified the end, was only further proof of the truth she fought so hard to accept: Aspenstar only cared about herself. That fact destroyed her, left profound emptiness that caused her to aimlessly pace across the border.
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Post by achromatic on Sept 25, 2021 18:25:35 GMT -5
The young, idealistic tom found himself trotting along the border in a much more chipper attitude than Aspenstar had. Finally a warrior, no, more than that really, a loyal guard, Moonblight was beside himself. He had never really expected much from himself; he was happy enough just living his own life and annoying Sagebristle whenever he could, but he had to admit, there was a part of him that was proud he had gotten so far. Oh, if his father could see him, or if Evenie was around, surely he'd have others to celebrate with.
There was a bittersweet feeling about all of this. He was grateful, glad to be here. He liked NightClan. He enjoyed the cats and the friendships he had with the others around him, and even Sagebristle....he didn't mind whatever that relationship was, but there was a part of him that missed his family. Missed what could've been. Other cats had their siblings and parents, they knew everyone around them in relation to themselves and he still felt...lost. It was nights like these he found himself wandering the borders, wondering whether he'd ever take that step to leave and find out, or whether he'd stay within the borders and find happiness here instead.
It was then he spotted the cat walking the opposite direction, the pale cream color of the coat immediately caught his attention. There weren't many cats with that color. "Aspenstar," he gasped, before dipping his head respectfully to the she-cat, "I...didn't expect to see you here."
