don't want to hear about the bad blood anymore // open

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]It wasn't often that Coronalight managed to get a good amount of sleep, and it seemed that this was just another one of those nights. His mind was often strung with absent questions; ones that he wouldn't be able to answer himself, having to go to others for answers. It was a shame that he was too scared to approach them. Even more so because she was his own sister.

He had grown angry with himself and had resorted back to going for a walk, to try and drag himself into a sleep before his mind could start over reacting again. Unfortunately, he had been much to awake, alert, trying to keep his footing on these damn mountains that his clan had decided to occupy. It wasn't ideal, to him, but he had learned to live with it. He missed the moors, before they had burned, and he had needed to let even that go.

He had observed that he had needed to learn to let a lot of things go. His first love, his family, friends, WindClan, RiverClan, the Moors, etc. It seemed like a never ending spiral of giving up what he loved to better others, for the better of the clan. And although he hated it most of the time, he liked seeing others happy and had learned to live with it.

The male had, without even knowing it, came across another wanderer, standing just below him at the foot of the hill, looking around and wondering where he should wander off next. He was unaware of the male above him, and for now seemed rather melancholy and content with the early morning sky, as well as himself. Taking a seat he took a breath and sat himself down, staring at the forest before him.

[align=center][size=10][color=red][font=impact]tyler was out walking alone when he saw two figures sitting at the top of a hill, staring up at the night sky. his ear twitched and he sat down, watching them carefully from afar, hoping it was okay for him just to simply walk over and join them. he knew that everyone was actually very welcome here, but it still bothered him to just jump into anything and be automatically accepted for doing so. he felt like because of that, people weren't even allowed to tell him that they didn't want him there, which was completely understandable in tyler's eyes.

but after a while of just creepily watching them, he awkwardly padded over, his head low and his cheeks going hot. "h-hi . . . am i interrupting anything?" he asked quietly as he sat down next to them, staring at his paws. gosh, he shouldn't be feeling guilty about every single little thing he did, but he couldn't help it. he was always afraid of doing the wrong thing, because when he messed up, which happened quite often, something bad always happened to him.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]Eskimokisses approached slowly, but not shyly, her steps quieted by the springy moor grass in the night. Her curiosity over the return of Benedict -- even if just for a visit -- compelled her to make her way up the small moor crest, giving the gathered three a small smile. "Hello there."

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Unlike many others here, it seemed, Phil could often get as much sleep as he needed. In fact, he didn't understand when others couldn't- to him, you just relaxed, closed your eyes, and slept. To him, it wasn't hard. Though today he had arose early, hearing the quiet, distant buzz of chatting clanmates somewhere. With a yawn and a stretch the ebony kit exited his den, his ginger brows furrowed. Soon however his expression brightened, and he sat beside some of the gathered individuals, his ocean-blue optics reflecting the beautiful scenery. Wonderful... it was all simply wonderful. And Phil just had to express that. "It's spectacular, isn't it?" the Brit half-whispered, exhilaration etched into his almost-breathless tone.

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He was surprised to see so many of his fellow clanmates awake, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, Praguekit went to Eskimokisses, sitting down quietly beside the savannah. She was talking to Benedict so he remained silent, simply sitting and watching.

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[align=center][size=10][color=red][font=impact]tyler smiled down at phil, finding the kit absolutely adorable and wondering why he's never seen him in camp before. "yeah, it is . . ." he whispered back softly, lowering himself so that he was crouched down but he could nearly be the same height as the kit. he was a pretty small tom, and for some reason he always seemed to want to talk to the kits in the clan.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]"Not exactly morning," Essie answered, smile twisting into a joking smirk as she glanced up toward the night sky. She understood his meaning, but the savannah still drew some amusement from it. Her ears pricked forward as Praguekit sat beside her, and Eskimokisses would give the tiger cub a gentler smile before attempting to loosely wrap her tail around him, after all, it was somewhat cold up on the hill.

[size=10][font=georgia] Drippingkit had been awakened by a loud noise in the night and had been too afraid of falling asleep again. Eventually, the rabbit had gone outside the comfort of her own little home to try and see if there was anything worth being scared of outside, leading to her setting off on a little 'adventure' of sorts. Seeing a small group, she headed towards it, not quite noticing the pretty sky until she'd made it up the hill. "Wow, I've never seen something like this before!" she exclaimed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]There was a short huff of frustrating with Benedict's words, and the savannah looked toward the horizon to avoid saying anything else on the matter. She found no use in splitting hairs over what distance the sun must be above the skyline to qualify as morning. "Where were you before coming back here?" Eskimokisses asked instead, not turning to look at the ex-leader. "Somewhere with less of a view?" She couldn't see much more of a reason to watch the sky, though she had lived with the views for most of her life, if one didn't count the city, which was often shrouded in darkness from the tall skyscrapers.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]Another huff, this time of exasperation, passed her lips. She could hear the frustration in his voice -- or maybe she could just tell, with Benedict's general lack of emotion -- and some annoyance picked at her as well. "Sorry for asking," the savannah answered without turning toward him, a brief roll of her eyes accompanying her words.

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#this is made possible by dual alliances and also that mar has collapsed twice already from mental exhaustion lmao
&hey again pax x>

Xe wasn't really around Windclan often. Perhaps once or twice, to walk around and catch up. Nothing noteworthy or extremely unique, just the occasional hello.
Standing in xer wolf body, the Windclanner could tell the other probably wanted some kind of peace, considering there were a significant amount of others around here right now.
Xe didn't quite feel like talking right now, and so xe sat off to the side, looking up at the sunrise- well, late sunrise, but watching the cloud formations become more visible had always stuck out to xer, as an artist.

Marley Rose had seen the changes in Windclan as well, but didn't find them suffocating or too different. It was a refreshing change; but, considering the reason xe had originally left, anything reminding xer of that clanmate's death was stifling. This new Windclan was a breath of fresh air to xer, now.

Then again, xe had been dealing with the feelings of vague unrealness it seemed Benedict was experiencing for nearly the entirety of xer life. Coping methods with it had been developed, things like leaving a mark of xer own on history, be it through friends or positions or events.

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