MR. SANDMAN I'M SO ALONE // open, visiting

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    This place had gone through a lot of change ever since her cousin had died. Twilightzone had lead the clan well but things went south towards the end. The memory of watching her cousin vomit up blood from being poisoned never failed to make her cry. It was the second time that she had watched a loved cousin die, through suicide or through murder. She vividly recalled watching Whitepaw's body hang from the tawny brown rope. A gentle breeze made him swing softly. His tongue was purple and blue and bloated, falling from his mouth, impossibly long. His eyes were popping from their sockets. It had been clear to her that he had died a while ago. But even so.. Littlestar had merely been a kitten when she'd stumbled upon the death scene. Worst part? It occurred the exact same day she found out her Dad went missing from Blizzardclan. And Twil, someone she used to visit all the time, someone she considered the 'last living family member' had died. She had virtually.. no family left. She knew of no other Grimes... and the rest of the Disharmonies were in the Exiles and trying to kill her. Twil was everything I was holding on to. She braced herself for emotional pain as she hobbled before the border of the Cartel. She just.. just wanted to visit it. See how her cousins old clan was doing. She strangely wanted it to be okay. "Hey.. it's Littlestar. I'm here to see how this place is going and shit like that. I'm the leader of Hawkclan. Who's your Leader right now?" She was under the impression that the Leader was younger then her and quite fierce. But she hadn't heard of any name or anything. The only member she knew that lived here right now was Xael because the Cartellian had been the one to request aid when Hawkclan had fought for them against the Exiles raid. The Hawkclan Monarch settled herself down, wary about her surroundings by grasping the black blade by her hip. She was prepared to use it if need be but she had a feeling they would be quite peaceful to her considering what her clan had done for them.

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    Tags | Updated 30/05/17

    twilightzone's reign had not been popular among the members. they'd given her hell, for sure. she couldn't remember a meeting that didn't end with a challenge, except perhaps the final few when sollux was dead- at least she supposed that was what happened to the guy. she had to respect their ex-matriarch for this, however. she kept right along forming alliances and promoting the destruction of bloodclan, and she didn't seem to give a shit if someone didn't like it.


    thoughts of twilightzone lingered in the lilac's mind as she saw the visitor. if the feline hadn't announced her intentions she would have thought she was clinging to the memories of her departed relative. "littlestar," she hummed in greeting, giving a respectful dip of her head. "our matriarch is caera." she spared littlestar the details, she was sure she'd understand the frown clinging to her features once the girl had arrived. she had shown a fairly reasonable amount of leadership skills, but she was not completely convinced. her laurel gaze flickered then to the blade on the molly's hip, finding herself a bit uneasy as her paw lingered on the weapon. surely she wouldn't be planning to knife anyone- not when she'd gone out of her way to be helpful before.

    YOU PUT A FEVER INSIDE ME — caera — the cartel — she/her — tags

    No one was a perfect leader. There were still angry mutters being heard in camp about how Twilightzone had been incompetent, lazy, and many others insult Caera had forgotten. The child hadn't been here during Twilightzone's reign for very long so she couldn't confirm nor deny any of the talks, but even so, it was beginning to get on her nerves. How could the clanmates of Twilightzone talk so bad about her, especially since she was dead? Where was their respect? It made her sad to think about, to be honest. If they disrespected the dead so much, just how poorly did they talk about her? She was trying her best, but still, she had made some terrible mistakes already. She really was trying. "Yup, Caera's my name. Thank you for checking up on us, Littlestar. " The child's gaze flickered down to the knife but then swept across the rest of the tabby. She didn't think Littlestar would come just to attack them, so caera sat down beside Xael and waited for Littlestar to talk.