RING RING - open; hiding from duties

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    It was just past sunhigh and she had slipped away after pretending she was going to go with some patrol that needed an extra paw. As soon as they had turned their backs on her she had sneaked off to go and do her own thing. To avoid anymore work. The place she had found herself was odd to say the least and she had never encountered anything like it. Such an odd and mossy flooring but it was soft and felt like the odd bedding that her twolegs used to let her sleep on. Comforting she guessed she should say and that was where she had tucked herself. Underneath the roots of one of the oak trees that crowded this area. The moment she laid down she began to cry, she didn't know how long she had been holding them back but she let the tears fall. Sorrow filling her heart at everything she had gone through to even be here at this point and she hated everything, Her life wasn't supposed to be like this, her twolegs should have been alive to take care of her. It was all everyone else's fault. Her paws pressed against her muzzle as she laid her head upon the ground, gritting her teeth and trying to make sense of everything.


    Dumb Bloodclan and their filthy antics. Dumb Thunderclan and their better than she was attitudes. She wished she could go back, go back and have died with her twolegs. This was so much harder for her and she didn't want to go through it anymore. Her stomach always twisted and grumbled from sun up to sun down. Her paws splitting and cracking because she wasn't used to having to do so much walking and so much moving around. And they could forget about her ability to fight or to hunt, whenever those subjects came up she weaseled her way out of them. Why did she even try to come here anyway? As if she could even hope to keep up. She barely survived getting here at all. Her blurry soft blue eyes squeezed shut and she swallowed thickly before pressing a paw against her collar. Knowing she didn't have any options....they are all used up the moment she was on the streets. It was either keep going or just stop and she had too much worth for that. Curling her thick tail around herself the mix breed closed her eyes and sighed. ''So much for the easy way....''

    Moongleam did not look down on those who skipped their duties- though, it was rather impossible for her to look down on anyone. No, those who were avoiding responsibilities needed time to fix themselves up, for they were likely slipping away so they could simply have some time to themselves to think about things going on in their life. Might they be suffering?


    If someone was suffering, it was never good to scold them. Scolding did not end suffering, it perpetuated disobedience; it was why Father had always been so gentle in his teachings, never failing to remind Moongleam of his deed of saving her life, and that she should respect and love him for it. That she did- she would not be alive without him, her destiny never truly realised. She could not imagine life without him to guide her. She was sure there would be great suffering, then... but, surely the Truth would guide her.


    She did not like to think about Father being gone.


    Pink-blue eyes landed upon the young femme, Pumpkinstars' apprentice, tucked away in a nook as if trying to hide. She gently furrowed a nonexistent brow and padded over with a tilted head, pale nose twitching as she caught the other's scent. "Is everything alright, dear...?" Moongleam asked, shoulders drooped, noticing the resignation of her pose. If there was anything Moongleam could do to take away some of this femme's suffering, she would love to try.

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    Shadepaw had been out hunting when he had picked up the scents of Coyotepaw and Moongleam. He didn't know either of the older she cats well, but he'd been out hunting for a while and he was growing rather lonely. Perhaps it would be nice to have someone to talk to. And so, making up his mind, the shadowy furred tom started to head in the direction of the scents, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of prey as he did so.


    It didn't take long for him to find Moongleam, although it took a few moments longer to find Coyotepaw. The creamy furred molly was clearly hiding, and he could tell straight away that something was probably wrong with her. He wasn't especially concerned as to what it was, but since he had walked all the way here, he supposed that he may as well say something to her. "What's up?" He asked, feigning sympathy.


    To be honest, he wasn't clan born. He joined this clan and then left it, only to return before the big move. At first, he couldn't say he loved Thunderclan. He just joined it for survival's sake. It was much easier to hunt in a large group than by yourself. The jobs that Thunderclan had given him weren't easy, but he was used to these tasks. When he was in a rogue group, each and everyone of them had a job. Some hunted for the whole group or a select few cats, while others were look out. That's what it means to live in a group. You have to be willing to give up some freedoms for some benefits. Kittypets gave up freedom for security. Clan cats gave up security for freedom. He wouldn't know what it would feel like for some to shift from one aspect of life to another. To him, it was an easy shift.


    Coyotepaw wasn't shifting easily compared to the others that joined the clan. Still, it wasn't in his place to force her to so something. Besides, the apprentice could fire back at him for shrinking duties as well. Considering the fact that he always did the bare minimum of his duties. That's not the point though. He's not the focus of this situation. All he knows is that he's followed Shadepaw to Moongleam and Coyotepaw. Other than that, he's out of loop of what's going on. He's not that great at reading the mood. "We having a lil' gathering here?" The comment is laced with seriousness and confusion, which goes to show that he seriously can not read the mood in the room.