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Post by Thorne on Mar 15, 2019 20:02:16 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run probably wont have another long post like this whoops  The dark grey leader needed to get away from it all. She was overwhelmed by her Clan with the constant demands to allow them to take the fight to ThunderClan right away. She couldn't keep up. Ravenstar left camp without a word and took off, wanting to take a walk to clear her crowded head.
Ravenstar's paws seemed to have carried her all the way to Five Stones during her walk. She looked around and frowned. Where had her warriors gone? The young apprentices she sent with them? She was smart enough to know with how Lynxstar had suddenly changed his act that he didn't have them. But what in StarClan's name could have possibly happened to them?
Tawnylight had gone missing too. Ravenstar refused to believe that she was dead. She trusted her deputy very much and couldn't believe that the cat that had been there since the start was gone. She wasn't dead.
She began to look around for potential clues. Scraps of fur or bloodstains that could possibly indicate a fight. Maybe a scent trail. But there was nothing there. Not even the faint trace of Elemental Remnants that didn't shine during the day. Why was the clearing so barren?
The scent of another cat pulled her from her thoughts. She raised her hackles and unsheathed her claws. "Who's there?" She asked. If we’re all just cynics come undone |
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 15, 2019 20:24:26 GMT
 StormchaserGatherings were a time for peace. Where was the peace now? The tensions between ThunderClan and ShadowClan made the warrior anxious, despite his loyalties lying in neither clans. He knew his ancestors had brutal conflicts from time to time, therefore making their descendants guaranteed to clash at some point, but he wasn't one for war. The growing unease didn't belong to just the two neighbors that had clashed for countless generations, it was also starting to grow within his own homeland. The wind that raced along the moor carried rumors of trouble with RiverClan, leaving the black smoke to grow anxious. He had every right to fear conflict, with his dark past littered with abuse and demons. He was no senior warrior, but he had still seen cats rise and fall, he had even witnessed the elements consume his beloved brother right before his very eyes. It was a sight he could never eradicate from his mind, a horror he'd have to live with for the rest of his life and beyond. The elements were not something to be toyed with-- they could be as much of a curse as they were a gift. And life taking? That wasn't something they should have been used for. On troubling nights like this, Stormchaser came to his ancestors for answers and comfort. He was no medicine cat, he could rarely summon them in his dreams to strike up a conversation. It upset him that his brother didn't seek him out. To solve his problems, he often trekked all the way to Five Stones to settle his inner disputes and seek the peace that he valued so much. The gathering place reminded him of the times when unity existed between the clans, and it gave him hope. "Who's there?"Immediately, the WindClan warrior froze as his heart beat began to escalate, tasting the air to detect the scent of the stranger, only to fail. The wind wasn't in his favor today, instead, it had betrayed him. Never before had Stormchaser been confronted by another cat at Five Stones, and with how hostilities were growing between clans, he was starting to dread the worst. "Stormchaser, o-of WindClan." His lack of confidence made him sound pitiful, but his approach was diplomatic as usual. His eyes scanned his surroundings in hopes of finding the feline, but his vision failed to pick up the shape of the DarkClan leader. Unable to neither see nor scent her, he was at her mercy. "I mean you no harm...I am only troubled. Er, mentally."He sounded like he was losing hundreds of brain cells by the second. "I, uh- emotionally! I meant emotionally." |
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Post by Thorne on Mar 15, 2019 20:43:30 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run #### Ravenstar looked at the dark tabby tom. The dark grey she-cat had the advantage; she could both smell and see him thanks to her element. If he chose to attack, she easily had the upper hand. She pricked her ears towards him as he introduced himself. His name was familiar. She believed that she heard it around her last moon of apprenticeship when he gained his warrior name. That was the most likely scenario.
She believed it was safe to assume that Heatherstar had sent him to try and investigate the area. She was a pacifist and would likely want to find the answers that both she and Lynxstar desired instead of watching them go to war and spill what could be innocent blood.
The she-cat flicked her tail as he spoke again, somewhat amused at how nervous the tom seemed to be. Troubled? What in the world could a WindClan warrior be troubled about? Asides from small skirmishes with RiverClan, they should have no problems at all, being a Clan that tries to avoid fights at all cost.
Then he clarified himself.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Stormchaser. If you'd like to ease your mind, you may speak to me if you wish. I too am a bit troubled, and it would be nice to distract myself with something other than my internal issues." She meowed.
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 15, 2019 21:18:38 GMT
Ears perked to focus in on her voice and hopefully pinpoint her location, Stormchaser was able to confirm that this was indeed a she-cat he was speaking to, but that didn't lessen his worries at all. Despite his sire and dam being everything but parental, he knew better than to talk to strangers, let alone a cat who refused to show their face. But if there was one major flaw to being a WindClan member, it was that curious nature that seemed to run rampant through the clan. Squinting and leaning forward, he attempted to catch a glimpse of her outline or even the slightest gleam of her eyes. He thought he saw something in the general direction of the possible source of the voice, but he wasn't certain. Instead, he prayed that his ears were reliable enough to detect the sound of a sprinting cat, should she attack him.
She had to be dark-pelted like Stormchaser himself, but without those smoky hues that rippled throughout his coat and most likely aided in giving his presence away. The fact that he was upwind didn't help, either. Deep down in his heart, he feared that this mysterious stranger might be a DarkClan warrior, but he was hoping she'd be from ShadowClan. The newest eerie clan frequently gave him bad vibes with how silent they typically were at gatherings, but he was still curious about them. They were baffling, but also intimidating.
"I wouldn't want to be a bother." He responded in a smoother tone, feeling a little more sure of himself now that he had a general idea of where she was located. Unable to fight back his inquisitive nature any longer, the smoke warrior tipped his head to the side thoughtfully. "I'd like to know at least where you're from, if you won't give me your name. It'd be rude of me to go on rambling without asking about you."
He hoped to keep the mood on a more peaceful note without triggering her, and his best option was to be as respectful and polite as possible. Stormchaser intended on returning home when he left camp, and he was still aspiring to do so.
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Post by Thorne on Mar 15, 2019 21:37:08 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run #### Ravenstar narrowed her eyes as he appeared to try and make out where she was. WindClan cats at times were stubborn when it came to their curiosity, though she had to admit all Clans had their flaws, even her own. Perhaps she and her warriors were too cynical. After everything they had been through, it was completely understandable for them to be. After all, some of them had almost been killed by their "clanmates" for their element.
As he spoke, Ravenstar thought for a moment. It seemed risky to reveal who she was just yet. Even if he was a WindClan warrior, she didn't know if he'd try to take the chance to attack her. She'd be able to beat him most likely, but she didn't want to take the chance of weakening herself with ThunderClan practically preparing for war against both her and ShadowClan.
She let out a sigh. "I suppose it's only fair, seeing how you've told me who you are." She said, flicking an ear. "Until I can assure myself that you are no threat, I'll be staying where I am. But if you must know where I'm from, I am from DarkClan. Formerly ShadowClan and ThunderClan before." She said.
Ravenstar used her element to manipulate the shadows slightly, keeping her hiding place as dark as she could without making it too obvious that it was the work of the elements. "And it wouldn't be a bother. I am all ears if you're willing." If we’re all just cynics come undone |
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 15, 2019 21:59:02 GMT
When she revealed what clan she was from, Stormchaser immediately grew insecure in the situation. DarkClan was a clan to reckon with, as the unknown was their greatest strength. They held their secrets high over the heads of all other clan members, and this she-cat fit that discreet bill perfectly. But she had every right to be cautious with the stereotypical views of DarkClan, which was how Stormchaser was starting to see her. It was wrong of him to be so judgmental, but only StarClan could know what her intentions were, and what other members of her clan could be hidden in the shadows. Swallowing his nerve, the tabby decided to continue with the conversation. It was the safest bet for now.
"You DarkClan cats definitely live up to your name...I- uh, definitely can't find you." Maybe it was poor vision on his part, or maybe she was using those powerful elemental abilities of hers to keep herself hidden from his view. This was actually his first interaction with a DarkClan cat, on a personal basis. He'd passed a few during Gatherings, but he never had a direct confrontation with them. It then dawned upon him that he had no right to judge this molly- it wasn't fair of him to do so. She was being completely kind to him, despite how awkward and uncertain he was acting in her presence. Really, DarkClan cats probably just had it hard, and the gossipers among other Clans made it no easier for them.
But what was on his chest...it wasn't something he could bearably disclose to her. His personal life with his family was too traumatic for him, something he could never share with even his closest friends. It broke him into tiny fragments of his former self, left him feeling morbid and numb. It was a sensation like no other, and it was there to haunt him for eternity, like a curse bestowed upon him from the Dark Forest. Was he being punished for some wrong-doing?
The concern of war...that was a disturbance that they could all have in common. "I fear war," the black smoke admitted feebly, sitting down to prove his submission and disinterest in skirmishing. "As pitiful as it is for a dedicated warrior of WindClan to say, I don't want to sit back and watch Clans tear each other to pieces, nor do I want to participate in a battle on my clan's part. While I am loyal...I hate to see innocent lives full of potential go to waste over disputes that can be settled without claws and teeth."
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Post by Thorne on Mar 15, 2019 22:34:59 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run #### Ravenstar chuckled at his remark of being unable to see her. "It's our built-in safety measure." She meowed, flicking her tail. "I'm sure you'd understand if you were one of us," Ravenstar said. "Especially with ThunderClan taking our warriors that were going to have peace talks." Her voice grew bitter at the mention of her birth clan. She was cast out on the verge of consumption with no remorse or empathy for her situation, especially as a Dark apprentice with an Earth mentor. They certainly didn't want her to forget the encounter and the things she did that were out of her own control. They left a physical reminder.
She was lucky ShadowClan had taken her in. It didn't make things better when ThunderClan had used her case at a gathering to announce how Dark elementals were not to be trusted and to be feared.
As he sat down, Ravenstar took a few moments to debate revealing herself. If his goal was to attack her, he most likely would not have made that move. He was WindClan, after all. She liked to believe she was in decent standings with Heatherstar.
And so, slowly, Ravenstar stepped out of the shadows to reveal herself.
He spoke of war. "Then you and I have something in common, Stormchaser." She dipped her head and sat down. "Though I'm afraid my Clan is closer to the verge of war than yours." Ravenstar flicked her ear. She hid her amusement that a WindClan warrior spoke of the fear of war. They were most likely the furthest from this possibility. If we’re all just cynics come undone |
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 16, 2019 13:51:49 GMT
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He was shocked to see the DarkClan warrior reveal herself, and at once, he felt significantly safer in the entire situation. It seemed that they had come to a mutual understanding that this was no place for combat, and instead they must uphold the rituals of their ancestors and agree to be at peace. Stormchaser let out a mental sigh of relief, and allowed his frame to further relax. Even with his mastery skill, he did not know the extent of her power, nor was he eager to learn about firsthand.
"I'm sorry to hear about your warriors." He offered his condolences to the nameless she-cat with a courteous dip of his head. He understood that those missing faces could have meant a lot to this stranger he was conversing with, they might even be her family. While his family was long gone and had been nothing of value, he acknowledged that others had it differently. "I hope something can be arranged so that your clan may be reunited with them."
A feeling of guilt began to sink in as the warrior realized that he was discussing his clan's politics with a stranger from a potential enemy clan. His clan would certainly not approve of this conversation, but then again, they were all just felines, no? She seemed equally disinterested in war as he was, despite having her reasons to launch an assault on ThunderClan. DarkClan was stuck between a rock and a hard place, it sounded.
"Unfortunately ThunderClan is a rash clan that firmly believes they're always in the right. All clans have their faults, I'm sure. They just need some guidance, something to open their eyes." As an outsider, he was likely no help for her situation, so all he could do was offer his metaphorical shoulder for support. She had a point with WindClan's typical diplomatic stance and unlikelihood of going to war, but this foreigner did not lurk within his clan's territory.
"You've a point there, ThunderClan's hot-heads are much more likely to drag other clans into war, so maybe WindClan is a little more safe. But we do have our own problems." Stormchaser wouldn't go in-depth when speaking about the troubles that tormented his clan to be on the safe side. But she confessed her troubles, and now it was his turn. "RiverClan is very...dubious. Sure, they may seem harmless with their democratic formation, but they're convinced that Hare Plains still belong to them. Prey may be prey, but I don't understand why they're so obsessed with land that doesn't hold their supply of fish."
He paused thoughtfully, and suddenly twitched his whiskers in amusement. "Frankly, I'd love to see a RiverClan warrior try to stumble after a hare."
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Post by Thorne on Mar 16, 2019 15:46:58 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run #### "Honestly, I did not expect any sympathy from a warrior of a different Clan." She admitted, wrapping her tail around her paws. The cold leafbare wind was chilly, and even after 12 moons of being away from ShadowClan, she still missed the small fires they kept in camp to stay warm. It was not a luxury DarkClan was able to produce. Their dens were heavily reinforced during leafbare and with dual roles in the Clan, there was always a bit of warmth in the dens. "I know Lynxstar doesn't have them. I just don't know where else they could possibly be."
Ravenstar flicked her ear bitterly. "Lynxstar is simply delusional. I pity his deputy, Briarsong. I can't imagine what she has to go through. And the role she'll have to fill when he's gone. She'll have a large mess to clean up, that's one thing for certain." She meowed. "Sagewhisker as well. I find it hard to believe Lynxstar would even listen to StarClan if they spoke against his ideals."
Realizing that she had been rambling about the tom she seemed to despise for far too long, the dark grey she-cat cleared her throat.
"RiverClan's current representative seemed uninterested in starting fights, though we can't say the same for their warriors. They must be getting desperate if they're trying so hard to gain territory on both sides of the border." She nodded. "Though for us, they just seem to want to get their discriminatory messages across most likely."
She sighed. "I'm sure Heatherstar will find a way to get a peaceful solution. I have faith in her." Ravenstar said simply. If we’re all just cynics come undone |
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 17, 2019 2:04:25 GMT
"Not all of us want war, even if that particular conflict doesn't involve ourselves." Stormchaser pointed out. The five clans were full of potential, and there was still so much more to learn about their elemental abilities. Wasting lives by using their powers for destruction was pointless, counterproductive even. Indeed, DarkClan was secretive, but that didn't mean they were terrible, as the warrior himself was learning. "We're all capable of sympathy, I just suppose not all of us are great at showing it."
He'd have to be both blind and deaf to not understand that this foreigner strongly resented Lynxstar, and he was starting to wonder if this relationship to the ThunderClan leader ran stronger than he imagined before. He must've done something personal, something to make this she-cat's blood absolutely boil. "He'll learn, one way or another." The WindClan feline attempted to reassure his coal companion, but he was uncertain of his words could be much of help. He wasn't involved in their dispute, nor did he know Lynxstar on a personal level. "You never know when mutiny can happen, and I doubt that all of his clan could possibly be behind them, or at least I'd hope they have some higher level of thinking. Briarsong and Sagewhisker will only be capable of taking so much of his war games."
Stormchaser felt a pang of guilt when she mentioned the discriminatory attitude RiverClan-- and most other clans-- had towards DarkClan. With a forelimb stretched out, he awkwardly toyed with the earth (snow?) at his paws. "I must apologize if I came off as hostile or at all rude, I've never actually met a DarkClan cat face-to-face. You see, I don't always have the...greatest attention span at gatherings." Really, he had no attention span in general. His curiosity was what allowed him to remain so engaged with his conversation with this DarkClan member. "Admittedly, you don't seem half bad. Any cat with compassion for their clan and care for the well-being of their clanmates is an ok cat in my book."
He lowered his head when she mentioned Heatherstar. "I sure do hope she'll find a peaceful solution. I fear that cold isn't the only tragedy that leafbare shall bring."
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Post by Thorne on Mar 17, 2019 18:08:19 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run #### Ravenstar sighed and shook her head. "It is no problem, Stormchaser. You didn't offend me or raise much alarm. I was only cautious because cats from other Clans are often unpredictable." She said, flicking an ear. "I'm happy that you aren't one of many who would attack on sight."
At his confession of never meeting a DarkClan cat, she twitched her whiskers in amusement. "And so? Are we the monsters that ThunderClan paints us to be?" She glanced away for a moment. "My warriors are simply looking for their place in the Valley. A home that will welcome them and treat them like they were any other element. And I'm happy to provide that for them, they deserve it after all they've been through." She explained.
"Leafbare has always treated us Clans poorly in the past. We've learned to always be prepared for the worst." Ravenstar frowned. "We were fortunate that we were able to build our Clan last leafbare." She kneaded the ground beneath her. "But as always, it didn't come without loss. I'm sure every Clan understands that matter." If we’re all just cynics come undone |
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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 17, 2019 19:07:36 GMT
"Maybe they just haven't gotten to know DarkClan well enough. Your clan is very mysterious, and elder cats who are set in their ways don't typically approve of new things." He was referring somewhat to Lynxstar, although he didn't mean any offense by referring to the told as old. Wisdom typically came with age, but stubbornness did as well. Unfortunately for most cats, the latter seemed to override the former. "But cats need to learn to adapt, one way or another. I'm sure they'll be able to come around eventually."
"Wait..." He raised his head with a shocked gleam in those pale optics that suddenly began to round as her words finally settled in. Her warriors, she's providing...was he actually speaking to DarkClan's very own treasured leader? It became evident that Stormchaser's attention span failed him at gatherings, even when the leaders were speaking. He succeeded in identifying Lynxstar, he could spot the intimidating ThunderClan leader from across the land with no problem. But when it came to RiverClan, DarkClan, and ShadowClan leaders...well, they all seemed to blend together in the back of his mind. "...You're DarkClan's leader? Uhm- Crowstar?" Her name evaded him, as always.
Ah, never mind then. Titles and names weren't of importance right now, they were hear to get things off their chests. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. But no- you're definitely not half bad. It's very noble of you to take in so many cats and give them a home where they can feel safe. Brave of you as well, I don't imagine many cats would step up to such a risky position, with how most clans were so against the existence of the dark element." Safety was something he had been seeking for moons while being raised by his parents, and the only cat who offered it to him was his brother- before he died, anyway.
"I suppose we can only hope that newleaf will bring relief." He tried to uplift her spirits with an added touch of his typical optimism. "It's my favorite season, anyways. The rabbits are always plentiful, and the weather- never too hot, never too cool, just perfect. The wildflowers are gorgeous around that time as well!"
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Post by Thorne on Apr 20, 2019 22:25:43 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run #### Ravenstar couldn't help but feel amused at his sudden realization that she was DarkClan's leader. It had certainly taken him long enough. She was surprised he hadn't noticed her from her countless arguments with Lynxstar at the Gatherings. Everyone knew who she was, though it was usually from bad rumors or Dark elementals who were thankful for her courage. "Ravenstar. You were close enough though." She flicked her ear.
"I did what I had to for my cats." She sighed. "After living through constant judgement and discrimination in ThunderClan, I knew what I had to do. ShadowClan was a refuge for moons, but we needed something better. A home we could call our own without the silent judgement from the pawful of disapproving clanmates. A place to raise our kits without the fear of being denied the resources necessary to prevent consumption." Ravenstar meowed.
When he spoke of newleaf, she dipped her head. "It can't come soon enough. I miss the warm breeze in my fur by the riverbanks." She smiled. "I haven't seen the moor in moons. It was beautiful from what I remember." Ravenstar meowed. "I've always held a love for all the territories, believe it or not. Perhaps it's because each one was once home to some of my warriors. They still hold their territories in their hearts." If we’re all just cynics come undone |
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Post by 20mia08 on Apr 21, 2019 14:55:28 GMT
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"Any good leader would do that," Stormchaser agreed, while silently hoping Heatherstar would do the same. He had never doubted his leader and held her to his highest possible level of respect, but would she be willing to make sacrifices for him? He sometimes felt that Heatherstar only looked at WindClan as a whole, and never the individual warriors who made it up as its prized workers. The idea made him uncomfortable, so he decided to push the comparison out of his head. No, he could never doubt WindClan. He loved them wholeheartedly. "...you don't mean that they'd be willing to kill kits, do you?"
That hit a little too close to home. His eagerness disappeared and a paleness settled in his face as he remembered the sickening actions of his own parents. They were willing to kill their own kitten, him specifically. It was a miracle that Stormchaser managed to survive the nursery and his apprenticeship, with his mother and father breathing down his neck every passing second. They hadn't wanted him, for reasons he was never able to understand. They planned to discard of him without a chase. Without a proper burial. Without a care.
A dizziness began to settle in, leaving the warrior to blink rapidly to regain himself. His heart was racing from the thought of his family, and he struggled to win the mental war that was waged in the back of his head. He couldn't faint in front of DarkClan's leader, it would be embarrassing for him and awkward for her. So he tried to instead fill his head with memories of the sweet scent of colorful wildflowers. Newleaf brought with it new beginnings.
"The moor is beautiful, a place I am proud to call home. We have the best sunsets and some of the most beautiful flowers in newleaf. The vastness is a little frightening at first, almost makes you feel like an ant in a large and unforgiving world. But then you always remember that you have your Clan." He was citing his first day as an apprentice. The emptiness of the moor that day was almost ominous, but his mentor offered him reassurance. WindClan would always be there for him. "Speaking of, what is DarkClan's territory like? Is it...dark? I've never been there, I'm not the type to trespass or enter a Clan's home unwelcomed." Soon, that might be a lie, with growing RiverClan tensions.
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Post by Thorne on Jun 22, 2019 3:26:03 GMT
Only time will tell if we’re all just cynics on the run #### Ravenstar flicked and ear. ”I wouldn’t put it past Lynxstar to a dark kitten or two to try and ‘purify’ the valley. He pretty much gave us a declaration of war when our warriors vanished. He knows damn well I don’t have his cats. And I’m no fool either.” She growled. The molly licked her ruffled shoulder fur as the wind blew. She listened to Stormchaser as he spoke of WindClan’s territory. She smiled as she remembered the tall grass and fields of flowers she had seen during her time as a ThunderClan apprentice. The view from the trees was incredible. The wildflowers were always a sight to see.
When he asked of DarkClan’s territory, Ravenstar waved her tail. ”We’re in the coldest part of the Valley according to my Clanmates. It’s more of a tundra really, though it gets closer to what RiverClan looks like in Greenleaf. We inherited part of ShadowClan’s territory, so pines and cold swamps litter the side where the sun rises. It’s not very dark in the open tundra though, we get a lot of sun when it’s not hidden behind clouds or the mountains. Lots of rocks and boulders.” She explained.
Talking about her territory warmed her heart. She had fought so hard to get a safe place for her fellow Dark elementals, and she finally got it. In what RiverClan labelled as ‘useless territory’, DarkClan found the use for it. With ShadowClan’s generous gift of a large portion of their northernmost pines, DarkClan found good hunting. She was thankful for what she had, and her warriors made do with their living conditions. It was better than living the hell of the abuse in other Clans.
”I...should probably go. My patrols should be returning soon, and it’s time for the warrior change. Thank you for the talk though. It’s nice to have someone who sees past my element who isn’t from my Clan.” She smiled. If we’re all just cynics come undone |
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