A little unsteady : confession + leaving

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    There was nothing for him to do here anymore. No where he wanted to be here. He didn't have friends, no one was like him, and the food would be running thin soon. Sure he had Featherpaw to teach, but if he really wanted to continue the mentorship then he would find him one way or another. Benny didn't particularly care about feather, he had only been a potential coverup if needed. But now? He didn't need a coverup.


    He was leaving, and he was going to tell StormClan the truth.


    Part of him felt a little bad, betraying his mom like this. People who had once been his friend were gone or dead. His mentor disappeared. He had nothing to do. It was time to move on.


    TW DEATH, BLOOD, VAMPIRISM



    The vampire would drag a dead NPC into camp by its neck, a small trail of blood following the bite. Benny had already drank most of the npc, he needed the meal for the road. He was also growing and needed a lot of food anyways. He set the other down, manipulating the air to turn into a bit of fog for show. Some people screamed, some people instantly went to defense mode. The nursery and elder's den were well guarded. Though he didn't have any intention to attack.


    "StormClan, I'm leaving. I have no use here anymore, no wish to stay here. I did more harm than good anyways, as I was the one killing people. I had to for survival. Mom, I'm sorry, I know this is going to hurt but you're going to have to get over it. I don't think anyone else will particularly care..." the dogon spoke, letting out a small sigh. Memories of before the turning came back to him, memories he had surpressed. It was too late to go back to that, too late to be anything but evil in the eyes of his ex-clanmates. And at this point, why did he care? "If you guys really want to have some sort of closure, give this dude a burial." And with that, the dogon would clear the fog and left camp, his ears pressed against his skull so he didn't have to listen to anyone. It'd be easier that way.

    Spellpaw gaped at the dogon for a moment and said nothing. He was unsurprised by the content Benny's confession but shocked that he had actually come out and said it. Also that he would have the audacity to drag a corpse into camp. He would simply wait to see the others' reactions.


    She’ll make it out

    but she’s never the same



    Allureya Atlas || female || 36 moons || Historian of Stormclan



    Vampires, Reya herself personally didn't like them however, most of them were open about it. They fed off enemies, loner npcs or those already dead if they proved to be free of disease. She hadn't imagined someone closeted would still feed on other members, though she guessed it was always a possibility.


    Padding up she gave the male a nod of recognition, the body floating over to her as she hid their wounds. They were small yes, but it was easier to pretend the dead were only sleeping, ready to wake up for their next life. Flowers grew around the NPC's head, picking themselves and curling into a flowerchain around their throat. The direwolf would say nothing in particular towards him, she had not been in Stormclan long enough to grow attached to it yet. She knew he would possibly be exiled, even if him voluntarily leaving made that notion pointless up until the fact of which he was not to return.


    (c)Luminosity