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life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Jan 23, 2021 11:26:52 GMT -5
SpringClan was... nice? It was different than SummerClan. Different cats, different territory, different feeling. Maizedusk sometimes found it suffocating. She'd sit right at the border and stare into SummerClan's territory, longing for the sea and the camp and the cats. But she never stepped over that border. Maizedusk had left, chasing a cat who'd later died and left her here alone. It was his fault but that didn't help her feelings of profound loneliness and intense sadness.
But she'd abandoned her clan and now she felt as though they would never be able to accept her back. She was, essentially, trapped here. That knowledge sat heavy on her chest until one day she couldn't stand it. Instead of her usual place at the SummerClan border, Maizedusk simply left. She had to get out, to distance herself from her broken heart here and her longing for her home clan.
Her journey found her in the Forest Clans and, more precisely, at one of MoonClan's borders. She'd never met a cat from that clan, but she'd heard they were odd. It was dusk and she didn't fancy traveling in the dark, instead deciding to sleep close to the border and continue on tomorrow, maybe meeting a patrol along the way to chat with.
For the first time since the battle, he had been declared healthy enough to leave. He had been a little too ambitious with this first expedition, racing all the way to the border on his own, and discovered his health had taken a turn for the worse while he was resting. Snowshod huffed and puffed for breath as he stumbled to a halt, his wounds sore and stinging, his legs filled with a deep but satisfying ache.
The small white tom skimmed the border as he caught his breath, and was that a cat he spotted on the other side? He straightened up and cautiously limped closer. "Hey, are you all right?" he ventured. He hesitated a few steps away, his short fur puffed on end, ready to flee if she turned on him.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 4, 2021 20:10:23 GMT -5
Maizedusk's mentor would have been very cross with her if they knew she hadn't paid even the slightest attention to her surroundings. Instead she'd focused on making a makeshift nest and sniffing out one pathetic mouse for dinner, so when a cat spoke close by she almost jumped out of her skin. Immediately her fur fluffed out and she spun around, glaring at the cat and growling low in her throat, but his voice hadn't been challenging so she responded, "I'm fine. Who are you?"
