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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 10, 2019 14:40:13 GMT -5
There were few places in the territory where they could be truly alone, but given the fact NightClan had to return to their own territory at some point anyway, Mountainsound brought them over the Old Bridge, and right to the northwestern corner of the territory. Anyone from SunClan who wished to disturb them would have to take the exact same route, for there was no other way on the territory to reach this side of the border, given the nature of the rushing river. If a NightClan cat found them, it didn't matter, as they could either join in, or would leave them alone given Burningstar's presence.
Mountainsound settled herself in the snow covered clearing, the river rushing in the background as she faced those who had chosen to come with her. "The stories of Deal and Foxstar are long, and hard. Neither of them are innocent cats, though in the end, both chose very different paths in life, something that was evident, even in the beginning." She began, her voice soft and certain as she spoke. It was a tale years old, with many branching paths despite focusing only on two cats.
Burningstar and Soaringbird settled into a seated spot across from Mountainsound. The two sisters listened intently.
Soaringbird admittedly wasnt as invested in the story, but she wanted to keep an eye out. And she was still curious, though Burningstar already had the look in her eyes. Hungry for the tale. Eager to gain an understanding of why theyd had to just witness what they had.
Worst week ever... First she got invited to attend something she thought would be proving her loyalty like killing a cat or interrogation or something. But she got invited to witness the beauty of birth which was not beautiful and every Janus now knew her as the girl with the weak heart when really she could have withstood anything except that. And now she came not even knowing what to expect, but it was an execution and her ex leader just tossed her current leader off a cliff on her watch. So she ran farther than she ever ran at once in her life only to get sat on and then dragged to listen to some story about old people and love. On a good day, she really wouldn't have minded, but by the end of today she felt exhausted.
Autumngossamer slowly sank to the ground, who even cared anymore. This blind cat couldn't tell she was lying on the floor, she didn't care whatever NightClan thought of her and everything that could have gone wrong this week absolutely did.
Ebonygold lay beside his mate, his chin resting on his paws. He had come to listen and help if he could, though much of this had occurred in the times when he was not speaking with his adopted son. Ever since the execution, he had been quiet: he'd spoken barely a word to anyone, still struggling to decide how he felt.
"Quick question," Soaringbird said, "By beginning are we talking Foxstar's beginning? Like when she was a kit? Was she an evil kit," Soaringbird paused trying to picture the fearsome High Priestess as a kit... and really all that popped into the silver and fray tabby's mind was the image of just a smaller Foxstar. Bloody and ready to lash out despite her small size.
