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BRENNA LET OUT A LONG SIGH, one that seemed to be big, even for his large size. His life had been rather strange the last few moons. Ever sense the flood, things hadn't been quite right. He had lost the sense of connectedness that he had once had with his clanmates. At one time, he was often the center of attention. He was often the one that started conversations, would smile at the world. Now, he felt distant. Ever since Floodkit had died and Featherwisp had decided that they were over, he had reserved himself. This hadn't necessarily been intentional, just something that happened as he dealt with trauma. It had been moons since that happened, though, and there was a part of him that was tired of just sticking to the sidelines. But how would he remove himself from a casual observer and make himself back into an active participant?
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 12, 2019 16:56:06 GMT -5
Copperhorizon was just returning with a few fish gripped carefully in her jaws. The pretty long-furred russet she-cat was just returning with her day's catch. It was all part of the routine. Wake up, go hunt for the better part of the day, participate in patrols if necessary, check and see if her adopted mother needed anything and possibly share tongues with her, groom, and then sleep. It was a recurring cycle with little to interrupt it. A boring, unending cycle, but that's just how the Voiny liked her days. It kept them clean, neat, organized, and she remained devoid of any feelings that could make her conflicted or challenge her thoughts. At least, she used to like it.
As the days continued to drag on the same and gray as everything else she was becoming weary of them. What was the point of her organization when it was just her? She was beginning to doubt herself and her thoughts. Even a flood was not enough to truly break her daily cycle. As she dropped the fished and sat down, she noticed Brenna not too far away. Maybe talking to someone could change this cycle, even just a few words. "Afternoon. How is the prey running?" She asked in a smooth and rather quiet voice. After all, it was rarely used unless necessary. She had no one other than her adopted mother to share her thoughts with
