DON'T TAKE THIS AS A THREAT // open, hawkclan ambassador

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    // tw for self harm mention/suicidal thoughts + flashbacks to capture


    Tired. Angry. Sick. What the fuck was new? Littlestar really, genuinely things were going better after the famine vanished and... things were looking up. Hawks were flying in the air, her people were smiling again. No one was dying. But it turned to shit so quickly the week both she and Lessa were captured. Lessa had been captured by the Exiles and quickly rescued by Hawkclan. Littlestar, on the other hand, had been taken by Bloodclan by Jackdaw who'd beat her up. She'd been thrown into a dark cell underneath the pyramid and had suffered after watching a precious picture burn. She'd gone through a lot that night. Crying, sobbing, attacking herself. Littlestar tentatively lifted a paw and touched the top of the jagged scar that went across the bottom of her neck, more around her chest area. She whimpered. It wasn't time to remember what had happened, what'd she'd been thinking about that night. Littlestar was still stuck in that dark mindset though. Maybe it wasn't as physical as it had been back in Bloodclan where she'd literally begged for Dimitri to kill her. He'd nearly give in but.. strangely enough, let her go. He'd been the one to rescue her. Rescue was perhaps the wrong word. Littlestar still wanted that. She wasn't better. Maybe those scars were healing over and maybe the bandages were gone from her body but she was still messed up on the inside.


    But it's not the time. Not the time.


    Sweat beaded her forehead as she finally limped up to the Riverclan border. Her golden eyes had a faint glow to them; indication to the torrent of emotion in her soul. That was an impossible indicator to hide but she didn't bother this time. The small and battle scarred Monarch took a seat and softly exhaled. The flashbacks didn't leave her head. But if she opened her eyes and focused on something stupid like a random leaf or a bird in the sky, she could feel as if she were in reality and less inside her head, back in those horrendous moments. It was as if she was constantly reliving the moments, still having the stink of shit constantly clogging her nose and the blood crusting on her nose and neck. Being active, fighting was the only way to keep those memories from becoming too real. The minute she stopped was the minute it all came crashing down. Littlestar settled the small gift basket down. Inside was the typical gifts you'd expect of an ally; packets of candy and chips, a sunflower, a hand knitted scarf from one of the elders and a pretty amber necklace. "Li.. Littlestar here." She mumbled, nearly forgetting her name. "Got some gifts and shit." The tabby gestured at the basket with her head and scoured the territory for people. "Any news for the river?" What does that even mean? They'll get it.. whatever.

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    To Val, it seemed like forever ago since all of the captures had happened. Lessa, Lefou, and his sister were all back and had been for awhile. Maybe it was because he was still in the mindset that the world wasn't that terrible or he believed that his father would always be around to scare away anything hurtful, but he had seemingly forgotten about all of that. Even the cuts above his nose and eye had healed over - although hadn't yet been completely covered by regrown fur - and the terrible experience that had put them there pushed to the back of his memory. He was fine, his family was great. Life was good.


    At the time of Littlestar's arrival, Valemon was nearby playing with a worm he'd found. He was aware Anakin didn't like him out here, but there was only so much he could do in the caverns that weren't flooded before it became unbearably boring. And, he made sure to keep away from the rivers that had overflooded their banks. But, at the sound of someone at the borders, the cub abandoned the creature he'd discovered in favor of greeting whoever this was. It was always fun to meet others, especially when they brought presents. Which, as Val approached, he could see was the case here.


    "Hi!" he greeted after he'd stopped before the stranger, a large smile on his maw. "I'm Valemon." Once he'd gotten the greeting out of the way, his gaze wandered to the basket at Littlestar's paws. He couldn't immediately see any toys like Illya usually brought. And, remembering what Luke had told him, he knew he shouldn't just reach in without permission. So he'd wait, quite obviously impatient, as he kneaded the ground with his front claws, unsure how to answer the question Littlestar had posed.



    Littlestar had expected someone to pop up right away, but certainly not a lion cub. She looked at the Valemon, who despite only being a cub, was still slightly bigger then her. She took in his scent, nostrils flaring before she dipped her head in greeting. Seemed a little clueless and didn't answer her question right off the bat but the tabby didn't care that much; anything to get her mind off of it. "Valemon's a nice name." The Monarch complimented bluntly, inclining her head to the side and studying his face. He seemed impatient, watching him as he kneaded the ground and looked around. He looked as if... he had many things he wanted to do all at once. She couldn't quite put her paw on it, but it was as if he'd been given too much candy for the day. That's kids for ya. She thought, no smile on her face. The little and scarred cat sat back and glanced to the side. It was a little awkward but she was less so because he was just a kid and some other people were bound to come along.


    "Oh, ya can grab some of the candies if ya want, man." Littlestar added quickly.

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    && I found in you, what was lost in me !

    Obscuro didn't usually seek out her other clans while in her other homes. Yet in this case she quite literally stumbled into the scene. Azure gaze slightly widening as she stilled her form, giving a slight awkward grin to her leader and ambassador. Really, maybe Obscuro should see to switching clans with littlestar to ambassador. Considering the fact that she was in both places more than enough to know both rather well. "Well, Hello Little leader." The small term of endearment fell out of the beast's muzzle before she could catch it, and the slight stabilized grin that rested on her expression.


    "Hmm, not too good. Riverclan suffered a hurricane not too long ago, and were still trying to work on repairs." She wouldn't say how bad it is, but it should settle the leader's curiosity enough. Vage yet informative, politics was always about bobbing and weaving, showing your cards but never revealing your strategy to use them. "Want some water, food while you're here?" Obscuro knew how treacherous the trek usually was, while she recently got her wings back it was still a hike.


    Obscuro had lead clans before, while she was still unsure on the thing allies- they were a new concept to her being in a high position, most of her other clans just dealt with enemies. Hosting raids, destroying the opponent. Obscuro was a dangerous foe, but an ally? She was still working out the kinks to that side of politics. "How is Hawkclan?" The wolf replied, her own voice taking a slightly joking edge. She knew- but to anyone that was overhearing this might not. If val was interested in outside clans- things that complex: it was up to him to pay attention.


    His name was nice? Val had never heard that before nor had he really put much thought into his own name. "Thank... thank you." Then, wanting to be kind, the cub tried to think of something to say to to the feline but could only think of one thing. "Littlestar nice, too." As he spoke, his gaze moved to the ground where he'd made several holes that he continued to dig at. To him, there was nothing awkward about this interaction or the fact that he was only barely paying attention. But, he did look up when offered something. Candies? What was that? Even though he was clueless, Val reached forward, taking a small bag. Should he say 'thank you' again? He wasn't sure, so he quieted again, now fidgeting with the pack of candy in his paws. Valemon didn't look up at as Obscuro arrived and greeted Littlestar, his eyes wandering to the leader's missing leg. Distracted, the cub hadn't noticed until then. He wondered why it was gone. But, instead of asking, Val just took to staring at the place her hind leg should've been.