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CREATURE. wrote:

✧ — since bune is asking for a neutrality with Skyclan creature won't openly oppose that although she will show disdain for it, so maybe she attacks arctic because they are trespassing?

So sorry for the late response, but that's totally fine!
Arctic has never been to the city, so she doesn't know where the border is.
It's not like skyclanners talk about bloodclan for her to know that fact.

Welcome to Skyclan!

The city was very strange and frightening. The many scents were overwhelming and she was starting to have doubts. Really, she should have thought this through more. Her senses were brutally attacked by overwhelming stench from sewage and the copious junk twolegs threw. Never in her life did she encounter such scents, and she started to have a new found admiration for the bloodclanners. Here they were, thriving in such an environment. A much harsh environment than Skyclan. While she knew that Blood and Sky weren't on friendly terms and that the bloodclan leader was seeking neutrality, she wanted to know. To experience the true bloodclan. Skyclan was toxic, suffocating with their ideals of the city dwellers. She couldn't hate them, nor speak ill of them. They had done nothing to her. Why should I hate cats I don't know?

How foolish she was to think such things, but she was odd. She grew up different. She was raised and born to be a skyclanner, yet she had never been in the clan growing up. A world of isolation was all she knew. Where nature was her friend. Her shadow? It was nice talking to, but it never responded. Whatever the case, those days were over. At least... They had been. Steadily those days were returning. Still, she would mention it to none. It was her own fault, her weakness.

It was also her weakness that brought her to this city. She knew nothing about the borders of bloodclan, so she unknowingly crossed them. Lost she was, in this labyrinth. The overwhelming stench and numerous different scents did nothing to aid her in navigating this place.

// sorry this is late! hopefully this was alright. arc is pretty much lost in bloodclan's territory

What was she doing? Well... Nothing in particular. Thinking was a simple explanation, as she was simply staring into nothing. Everyone else had left, and those that remained paid her no mind. She was simply the odd one, looking out to the unseen. Her name being called caused her to flinch, as no one had called her before. Well... Just Juniperthorn would call her, but normally he'd just stare instead of actually say something. She really didn't get it. Why he kept staring at her. Regardless, that was his own thing. She had gotten used to his glances, and it's not like anything bad happened. Anyhow, this voice was definitely not Juniperthorn's. Did I do something wrong? I don't think I did something bad today... Maybe I forgot? Guess I better find out.

Still, she was nervous. Out of habit she stretched her limbs, before exiting the warriors den. The cat that had called her out here was Charcoalpaw, which was unexpected. She didn't really speak to them, and it's not like she had any real reason to go out of her way to talk to them. She was a warrior and he was an apprentice. Confusion was evident on her face, as she tilted her head to the side. "Hello? Do you have something to report? Or is this a complaint? If it is, feel free to tell me."

Was she making a smart decision? No, she wasn't. Did she make good decisions sometimes? Yes, but that was highly debatable on what others thought was a good decision. Whatever the case, it was already too late. She waited till everyone had gone to bed, or at least a majority had been taken by slumber. Quietly she slipped out of the warriors den, looking more than a little suspicious. Was she going to do something bad? No, at least not in the way most would suspect. Twig in her jaws, she sought out a spot far away from the dens and hidden from others. Although, anyone could find her if they really wanted. All they had to do was follow her scent, or hear her voice speaking to someone. The molly was sitting in a corner, facing a trunk of a tree, twig in her paws. It's not an actual cat, but it's easier to speak to something that isn't... A cat.

However, this was awkward in itself. She felt more shame than anything, considering she was in a clan now. Doing this growing up in that den wouldn't have been bad. She wouldn't have an audience watching this pitiful display. "H-Hiya! Uh... You're looking lovely today?" Ugh, this won't do. This is turning out worse than usual! With a sigh, she looked at her conversational partner, the twig. Nothing... Well I guess that's alright, wasn't a really great conversation anyways. The silence was getting to be tense, but an idea came to mind. A smile would form on her lips, a rather smug one. She really hoped that no one was watching her or else she would never live this down.

"I've heard your feelings loud and clear. I can't promise being with you for the rest of our lives, since we never know when our own time is up. But... As long as you continue to express your truest self, I will express my truest self in return. Only then, I would allow you to court me. Whether or not you continue to love me as my truest self or not, I will accept whatever outcome befalls us. I will have no regrets, for I have loved honestly." Love... I wonder what it's like. A gentle smile could be found on her face, as she placed the twig down. Small laughter escaped her when she looked at her conversational partner. I wonder if I'll eve- No, It's okay. I'm okay. Love isn't something to messed around with. Whether or not it happens... Is up to fate.

Should she have been on guard? Yes, she should have been. However, it was much too late for that. Lost in her own thoughts and the overwhelming scents, she didn't detect another presence. The poor molly soon found herself on the ground, pinned. It happened in one swift motion, so much so she had yet to process the fact. A voice had called to her, and what she saw... She never saw something so beautiful. The bloodclanner was speaking to her alright, but she couldn't stop staring at them. There was no fear, only interest. If only she could reach out and touch them, to try and understand the story behind those wounds. Imperfections as others would say.

Sadly, she wasn't given a chance to ask, as the other dug into her flesh. A hiss of pain escaped her, but she dared not to move. It was foolish to move, and she was rather curious. The others back home would call her an idiot, but she was intrigued. This cat in front of her was a sight to behold. While most would run in fear, she actually found herself studying them. We look very different, but we're the same. We both have a heart, we both are cats, we both have families, why should I fear you?

The question was left unanswered for awhile, until she looked at them, a smile would grace them. "I-I know I shouldn't, but I just wanted to get to know you. Bloodclan. Skyclan says you're all evil heartless cats, but I don't believe that. I wanted to come, to experience the real Bloodclan for myself. To make my own judgement. I'm a big fool aren't I? Coming all the way here."

There was no need to lie. She was the worst liar, and she knew that her intentions weren't bad. It's not like she came here to curse them out or anything. She just wanted to know. To learn on her own. To see the beauty in this place, to see it in the eyes of a bloodclanner. However, she should've kept her mouth shut for what she was about to say next. Then again, she had been raised in isolation most of her life. What was considered normal to her was foreign and what was foreign to them was normal to her. "You're beautiful. You are, really. I wonder what stories you've experienced so far. Have you loved? Protected? Even sacrificed? I wonder what stories made you beautiful."

"But we wouldn't be truly alone then. We aren't alone. You said it yourself, we have each other. That's something, right? Someone at least. I...I, nevermind. Forget what I said," she interuppted. They didn't see how lucky they were. Lavendstar most of all. They had numerous kits and those kits grew into warriors, some even had kits of their own. They had a large family, family which she didn't know. The members and their relations to her, but Lavenderstar would never be alone. A majority of Skyclan held her bloodline. Not to mention most members within Skyclan had living family as well, or close companions of their own. How she would watch them go about their days, out of place. She couldn't bring herself to dive into their world, to become closer to them. It felt wrong. She had no right to attempt such a thing.

Juniperthorn, Lavenderstar, and Kestralswoop were deeply upset at Starclan. She couldn't say the same. However, she didn't fully agree with Hurricanegaze. She did believe that Starclan watched, but that was all. Watching was all they could do, considering they were no longer among the living. Guiding? Why do we let the dead lead our lives? Why can't we make our own paths? Why do we blame the dead for our misfortunes? Are we afraid. Afraid that we are the ones truly at fault? Whatever the case, she decided it would be best to remain silent. She had a feeling that she would be hated if she continued, or even more hated at that.

She was different. She grew up mostly alone. Her father would come visit whenever he could, but he was mostly in Skyclan. She could say for two moons she was truly alone. Her only companions were nature, but they couldn't provide the same closeness and comfort as a living being. Even her own shadow was not enough. Being alone was terrible. However, she found herself thinking. Thinking and thinking. About the nonsensical things. The purpose, if at all. I wonder if I vanished... Would anyone miss me? Probably not. They probably wouldn't notice, and whoever noticed... They'd move on easily.

Maybe she should have done something else than watch, but the kit was doing alright. He wasn't plummeting to his untimely demise, so that was good. Right? Although, there was one thing she wondered. Does he know how to get back down? She wouldn't be opposed to helping him get down, but it wouldn't be the first time she brought a kit down a tree. I guess it's a good thing they climb up these trees, but it can be dangerous. They always seem to do it when no one is around. Luckily, no kit has fallen from a tree as of late. That would be pretty unfortunate. Still, she felt bad just leaving the kit there and going about her day. "Hey! Do you know how to get down?!"

Fur stood on end, as she flinched. She really didn't think anyone would hear her, but what was done was done. She nearly jumped from surprise, but she certainly did fling the twig a good distance. When she turned to see who it was that heard her confess to a stick, she offered an awkward smile. Explaining what she was doing to a kit was easy, but it was embarrassing. With kits it was risky. You never knew when they spread information, and it wasn't because they did it out of spite. They were growing and had yet to know that certain things shouldn't be shared, or they weren't all too concerned with others feelings. Right now their only focus was themselves. which made sense. Kits were learning about the world around them and needed different experiences, good and bad ones.

Before she could answer, Juniperthorn had cut her off. To top it all off, he teased her! I don't love the twig! Juni you're awful! The levels of shame she was experiencing was enormous. She was wondering if it was possible... Starclan take me now. Actually, don't Juni will come running at me. I don't need that. This situation was far from ideal. However, she would have to explain what exactly she was doing. Before they both got the wrong idea, and to save herself from whatever teasing she would receive.

"The twig didn't do anything like that. Uh... Well you see... I was using... A twig to help me... Talk to others," she answered. Maybe it was odd or even silly to them, but she had a hard time talking to others so casually. The only conversations she could hold were those about clan duties. She would report things and things would be reported to her as reference. She didn't actively seek out anyone, but she did admire a lot of the members in the clan. "But a twig isn't a good partner, so I thought it would be interesting to do a love confession? Something new, you know? Although... I guess it's kinda weird saying I love you to a stick, huh? Please don't tell anyone else."

There had been something on her mind as of late, and she couldn't shake it any longer. She had prolonged it for a bit, seeing as it was too soon to bring it up. Although, she still felt like it was too soon. Then again, who could ever tell when it came to things like this? She sure couldn't, but she couldn't let this go on forever. Juniperthorn... She didn't hate him at all, and she genuinely liked his company. "I guess it means you want to know me, too. I don't get that a lot." She remembered those words very well, and the hint of sadness laced within them. No matter how much he tried to hide it, he didn't want others to turn away from him. All because of his demeanor. It was true, he could be harsh with his words. She was no fool to it, and she didn't hate that. To her, he was just speaking his mind. He was being himself. If he really wanted to, he could have changed. Could have forced himself to be nicer and happy go lucky in order to have more company. To have others want to know him, but he didn't. She respected that about him. Deep down he cared. You just had to get past all his defenses in order to see that, and understand that some things are better left unsaid. That his true feelings were reserved only for you to know.

Speaking of feelings... She wasn't sure about it, but she could sense it. When they first met he stared. Not a single word he was able to produce. All he would do was stare, stare, stare, and stare. At first, she was a bit unsettled. Did she look funny? Did he have something against her? She wasn't sure. He didn't seem to be spiteful towards her, so she made the first move. He was just shy, he didn't know how to approach her. Their first real conversation with each other was very pleasant, and for once she felt comfortable in this new place. That first conversation had a greater impact than either had realized. They became close, but not tied to the hip or anything. He had his own friends and obligations, while she had hers. They were two separate beings, after all. Whenever they did talk it was nice, each moment they shared she enjoyed. Even though he would tease her to no end, but she would always notice him staring at her somehow. Although she pretended not to notice, to give the illusion that she was oblivious.

However, certain things had progressed between them. "I don't understand how anyone could ever hate you. You're wonderful." Wonderful he called her, when she had vented about her situation to him. When she learned of his night terrors, and that she had died in one of them. No one had called her wonderful before, not even her father. It was strange to think he thought of her such a way. They didn't know each other for long, after all. Yet, she still offered to sleep with him. To help him with his night terrors for listening to her vent, and for being there for her. He was important to her. She promised him she wouldn't die. That through thick and thin she would be here for him. Although, she'd never thought they would end up sleeping together a couple of times afterwards. She didn't mind it, really. She would never force him to ask her, as that was for him to decide. For them to share a nest and sleep together was a sign of trust.

Do friends sleep with each other more than once? Do they share nests to make sure the other is alright? Is it perfectly normal for one of them to keep staring? The thoughts plagued her. Did he like her? Romantically? She had an inkling he did, but assumptions were more often wrong than right. However, she had to ask him. If it turned out he didn't like her that way, she would apologize for even thinking so. If he he liked her... She wasn't sure what to do, either way it was going to be difficult. In knowing how exactly to approach this. Whatever the case, she waited till they were by themselves. Away from prying eyes or curious ears. She didn't want him to feel pressured by the public, nor did she think it would be appropriate to ask him in public.

They were relaxing, nothing too serious going on. For now that is. Poor Juniperthorn, he wouldn't be ready for this. You know, I think saying a love confession to a twig was easier than asking him upfront. AHHHHHH! I'll never live that down. Alright, focus. You just have to ask him. You'' never know if you don't ask! "Hey, Juni... I've got something serious to ask you, but please don't be mad at me for asking. It's been on my mind for awhile, so... Hear me out? How do I put this? Juni, do you have a crush on me?"

// JUNIPERSTAR this is pretty long, but don't feel obligated to match the length! I pray for juni

At Maplekit's words, she couldn't help herself from laughing. It wasn't meant to berate them or show indifference to them, but it was genuine. Honesty, she loved that. Even if the words did hurt, it meant a lot to her. To be called out for something strange, especially from friends meant that they really cared. Although, Maplekit she wasn't sure cared that much for her. However, there was some indication. This was the same kit that ambushed her after all. Kits were amusing to her. Seeing them grow up left her in awe every time. So this is normal. How extraordinary. Were the thoughts that passed her every time she saw them. Maplekit even offering help was nice to hear. Funny, she never throught a kit would offer help. Then again the world was full of surprises. Juniperthorn was the first surprise, while Maplekit would be the next surprise. Two cats that offered their support for her. I'll treasure you too, Maplekit.

"Heheh, alright. I guess I'll be asking you for help. Just a warning, I'm not great at speaking. All my partners never responded before, so it'll be a nice change. We can talk about anything, if you'd like that," she answered. While she didn't specify who her conversational partners were, perhaps Maplekit and Juniperthorn could guess. Twigs they could say, and they wouldn't be wrong. Only partially correct. Her main conversational partner was her shadow, which was pretty sad. However, she wasn't ashamed of it. That was her normal. For many moons she talked to nature and her own shadow, it was going to be a tough habit to break. If at all.

She was at a loss for words, really. In all honesty she didn't think he would say these things. The most she expected was him giving her a yes or no answer. To think, she had been practicing with a twig a love confession. Never did she think she would be receiving one herself. Not even a day afterwards. When she had practiced with the twig, she couldn't say she thought of Juniperthorn at the moment. Although, now that she looked back... She was flustered beyond belief. Her love confession was not originally for him, but the words still held true. All she wanted was honesty, his true self. Even if that was the grumpy tom who had a harsh tongue. She didn't want him to change, not for her. If he changed that was because of his own decision.

"I think it's more than just a crush." Was he serious? In the depths of her mind she knew he was. Juniperthorn wouldn't lie to her. He wouldn't be saying these things for fun, or even to mess with her. If he was... Then this was a terrible joke, but she had doubts. He was pouring his heart to her, and she would listen. Listen to him and try to understand his feelings. While there was a lot she didn't understand completely about him, she found that to be alright. She was never afraid of him. Not of his appearance, nor his harsh words. Deep down he cared, he just struggled showing it. Even now he was struggling, but his struggles meant a lot to her. For him to do this, he was exposing himself. The self he didn't want others to see. She watched him cover it up many times, yet she loved(?) it. The more he covered it up, the more she found herself becoming interested.

Even the nights they slept together. She felt safe with him. Even if everyone had certain feelings about him and his behavior, she didn't care. She knew the Juniperthorn that he tried hiding. The Juniperthorn that would listen to her ramblings and be there for her when she needed it. While he may not realize it, his presence was more than enough. He never mocked her for her strangeness and faults, which he could have easily done from day one. For that, she was grateful. His longing for others to understand, to rid of his night terrors, and to feel okay... She was going to be there for him. No matter what. She promised. I won't die and leave you alone. I'll never forgive myself for that.

Still, she hadn't given him a response. He'd been left in silence for quite some time now. The only indication he had of her listening was the concentration laced on her face. You're hiding again. You don't need to be afraid, no matter what I'm here. I won't run or hate you, so please don't hide behind jokes anymore. "It's not. It's not a lot. I'll be here to listen, no matter how long or short. You don't have to shut up with me," she finally managed. It wasn't a direct answer to his feelings, but she wanted to him to know that at least. Even if he could go on for years about something, she'd be here, listening. Sometimes that's all one really needs. Someone to just listen.

"Juni, I don't know either. Whether or not it's too soon, I was even debating if I should've said nothing. But... Friends... Don't go sleeping with each other more than once, right? I've seen the way you look at me too, so I had a feeling. It's just, I never thought you'd actually like me a lot. More than a crush. Love, romance is new to me. But... I do like you." She wasn't lying. She did like him, as odd as that may seem. Considering not many liked him for his attitude.

"You call me wonderful, you listen to me, you support me, you think I'm doing so much better than you, and it's strange to hear. I grew up talking to objects, my best friend was my shadow. You don't understand how much it means to me. I'm not normal, I know that. You make me feel okay, you make me feel special. What I love most about you is how honest you are. Even if it comes out harsh, I know you care. You care so much, I honestly wonder how very few cats see how amazing you are." I really don't understand that. Why is it that they don't want to know. The real you. You wouldn't have to feel distant anymore. You wouldn't be so sad. I want you to be happy Juniperthorn. I really do.

"This is probably a mess, isn't it? Well, I guess it's okay. You're the only one I'd want to see me like this. I... I'm not sure if it's the right time, but I would be with you. If you're okay with that, if not we can wait a bit longer. Just remember whatever happens to us, I'm not going to die. I promised that. Whether or not we work out, I'll always be here for you. You don't have to be strong. You don't have to pretend. You're wonderful the way you are," she finished. While the future was unknown to the both of them, she was sure it would be alright. As long as they had each other things would be okay. They would be okay. Even if I'm not the one in the end, I won't have any regrets. My biggest regret would be losing you. Not as a mate, but as someone dear to me. I can't say I won't hurt you, but I'll try.

For the future that awaits us.

When he confirmed that it wasn't exactly what friends did, she found herself laughing with him. We're both idiots, aren't we? Eventually the laughter come to a halt, and the seriousness of this talk would return again. "At first... It was strange, even though I offered to sleep with you. I've never actually been close to anyone like that, but you made me feel safe. I was happy whenever you asked, because I wanted to make you feel the same way. I'm not sure what you dream about or how truly terrifying they can be, but as long as you knew someone was there for you... It would be okay," she answered. There was no denying it. Even though he asked, she could have rejected him. Told him deal with it, but she loved the closeness of it all. That he opened himself up to her. How could she tear his heart? Besides, she thought he knew. If she was okay with sleeping with him, she liked him. She enjoyed his presence. She was okay with being with him. There wasn't a moment where she denied him, not yet. What he asked of her so far was not unreasonable. He didn't ask for much in the first place. He usually teased her in a playful manner, and it wasn't like she didn't let him have it.

"Don't make it sound like you're undeserving. Have a little more faith, there's a lot of things that are charming about you," she responded. It shocked her to no end how he couldn't see it, all the things that made him special. He was more than he thought, but she didn't want to tell him what exactly made him charming. That would defeat the purpose. That was for him to find out and understand. If she told him, that wouldn't help him. He wouldn't think he was special at all, and if he did... It was because she said so. Even if he asked how he was charming she wouldn't answer. Her opinion was much different and what she saw as charming may be something else for him. There was no doubt in her mind that he would confused by her deepest thoughts about him, embarrassed even.

What happened next confused her in more ways than one. The very being that he thanked her just for being here. She wasn't used to being thanked, especially for something so small. However, it must have been important to him. The second being that he touched noses with her, an action so unexpected. It was enough to cause her to flinch, and she was certain she was flustered. The third being the strange feeling that occurred when he did so. It wasn't bad, no, not at all. I want more? Was a thought that came afterwards. Juniperthorn wasn't affectionate. At least, not like this. With words he laid himself bare, showing the extent in which he cared. Even though he wasn't the best at coming up with words. Actions? He'd never do it in public for sure. From the numerous times they spent together, he tried keeping an image. An image she saw right through, but she let him believe she didn't see it. In this moment, this very moment, he stole her words from her. She could only stare at him dumbfounded, forgetting why they were here. It was only when he spoke again did she snap back into reality.

Dying... I did promise I wasn't going to, didn't I? After you told me about your nightmare, of me dying. I... I'm still going to keep that promise, no matter what. Now hearing you want to promise the same... You're awful. You're only making me like you more, you grump. Honestly, you're too kind. "You know, if you did die I wouldn't come to Starclan and beat you up for it. I'd know you tried your best and that's all that really matters in the end, because you're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I do want to be with you, as long as you're fine with it."

Massive? Massive things like what? "Not yet, huh? Sounds like you've been thinking about it for awhile now," she mused. It was harmless, and besides, he teased her every chance he got. It wasn't unfair of her to tease him now, considering they would continue to do so. It was their normal at this point. Although, she had no idea what massive things he was talking about. Kits? Well she loved watching them grow, but having her own? She never thought about that, or even having a mate. She was perfectly okay with being single. As long as she had a few close friends everything would be alright. This confession isn't as graceful as the one meant for a twig, but this is beautiful in its own way. Well, I guess it's we're beautifully struggling. A smile would greet him as he continued. She was listening, she always had been. To his spoken and unspoken words.

"I do like you. Being together... Based on that. Alright, that sounds good. Sorry, I'm not very good at this. We're both going to learn as we go on, and that's okay, right? Juni, if there's anything uncomfortable with tell me. I don't want to push your boundaries and end up hurting you." Love, no like was really strange. She honestly didn't know. Whether or not this was right or if it was too soon. In time she would tell, but for now it seemed right. Didn't that matter? She couldn't deny that she liked him and wanted the best for him, nor did she want to. There was no reason to lie, and everyone could tell anyways. She was the most comfortable with him than anyone else in the clan.

You and I are different, and that's okay. I'm beyond awkward, but that's okay. You've never been afraid of that. A moment of silence was shared between them. Whatever he was thinking... That was for him and him alone. He would share those thoughts if he deemed it worthy, while she would be there and support him. What was she doing now? Inspecting him. The scars on his face, the fatigue within his eyes, the nicks on his left ear, the long jagged scar on his back, and that kinked tail of his. In the eyes of many, Juniperthorn was not what they would call handsome. It was clear to her that Juniperthorn experienced so much in his life, and to her, that was handsome. Every scar he had held a story, stories that intrigued her. Scars were not imperfections, they were not ugly, they were beautiful, rich with history behind them.

Unaware of it, she had drew near him. While she had been the first one to ask him of his feelings, he had been the first to initiate something akin to comfort. She recalled the jolt that passed through her when he touched noses. Maybe it wasn't the action by itself, rather the feelings behind it. Regardless, she almost kissed him. For some reason she wanted to, but she wasn't sure. No, it's too soon. When we're ready, we'll do that. This tom before her was irreplaceable, one of the greatest cats she had the chance to meet. For now, I hope this is okay. Don't be afraid. What she opted for instead was to nuzzle him. They were still trying to figure things out, after all.

While she knew practically nothing about first aid, it was still ideal to learn about it. Her father wasn't a medic, so he didn't know how to care for her. Usually when she got hurt, it wasn't anything major. For that she was thankful, or else... She wouldn't be standing here today. Would she be a medic? No, that wasn't her calling. Having to deal with numerous cats at a moments notice was too much for her, so it would be best if someone else took up the job. Losing two medics was tough, but at least they had Charcoalpaw. It was nice, to have someone at least. One better than none. Approaching nervously, she flicked her tail in greeting. "I-i'm interested," came her voice. I just hope I don't become the center of attention for this.

Thunderclan? Well, she couldn't say she really wanted to go for that. The real reason for her wanting to go was nothing to do with seeing a new place. It was to get to know Mothshine a bit. Even if they didn't speak whatsoever on the trip or even acknowledged each other, she was content with their mere presence. Mothshine was interesting to her. Although, something had been off about them lately. It was none of her business, so she didn't bring it up. They weren't friends. They were acquaintances. Lavenderstar on the other hand? She didn't mind the leader one bit, but she would be lying to say she didn't fear them. Lavenderstar simply had a certain presence that couldn't be denied. She couldn't help herself from worrying of her actions around the leader. As if, mere gaze alone was enough to control her. "I can go, if you're okay with that?"

She had been in the den, simply relaxing. Sometimes it was good to take a break from things. Being here she didn't have to worry so much about things compared to being all on her own. Although, if she was perfectly honest... She was thinking about things that happened recently. It's not that she was suddenly having regrets, it was simply that she still was confused. What was normal and what wasn't? She didn't have any role models for reference, nor did she have her own personal experiences with it. This was something she was going to have to dive into, wasn't it? To anyone in the den, she looked as if she was staring to the wall. Nothing was wrong with it, she was merely in deep thought. She only managed to catch the remainder of the question, but dread filled her.

Guiding others? Strangers? She wasn't good at that. It was more than a little unnerving, even if she did know the territory. Realizing she had turned her attention to the warrior asking for a tour, she quickly turned away from them. "S-sorry. I'm not good at this thing. Maybe it's better if you ask someone else?"

-wrenthroat! wrote:

Bump! :0 could I have a thread w/ arcticwind?? I'd like to get the plot moving and rev out of skyclan soon since it's kind of overdue lol

This is late, but yes! I would like to have a thread with Rev Would you like me to make it?

The pain was new, but she couldn't help feeling mildly interested. Naturally her form released a yowl of pain from the claws slash across her chest, and never had she seen such a color escape her. Red. Blood. Unable to tear her eyes from the liquid spill over, she wished she could reach out and touch it. Warmth, it was strange. She was aware that this red spilling from her was not a good sign, yet it was all too fascinating. While her expression was one of pain, there was a glint of curiosity. It was such a shame. She wouldn't be able to run her paws to the wound, to red. This molly before her prevented her from doing that.

"Would you like to be beautiful too?" The words without a doubt surprised her. She never considered herself beautiful, nor did she find the need to. Everyone was beautiful in their own way. Scars, deformities, or none. It was all beautiful. Everyone was special in their own way and she found herself drawn to that. The red spilling had left her mind, her attention became drawn to the other molly's words. "It's a lovely little tune. Can you hear it?" A tune? Can... Can I hear it? Was she out of her mind to still be here and fight back, most likely. However, she found herself closing her eyes. The tune... There had to be one. Steady breaths left her, as she took in the sounds.

Angry yowling, the monsters thundering by in the background, rustling, and her own heartbeat. A calming and surreal thing it was. It was pounding so fiercely, but she was not afraid. No, she wasn't. The thundering beats soon would come gently, and a smile would reach her lips. I finally hear it. Something warm and wet made its way to her face, and she found it was none other than the blood soaked claws. Entranced she was by this simple action alone. None had touched her like this, and oddly enough she longed for more. Here she was exposed, powerless, and free. There were no cages. Here there was a tune, a tune she craved more of. A tune of life, the will to find happiness.

Pretty and Naive. She was, wasn't she? It didn't hurt. What hurt more to her was lies. The truth could be the most harsh of truths, yet she would bear no hatred. The red spilling, the prospect of meeting her end here, it didn't matter. Here she found something. In this bizzarre exchange. And so, she gazed at the beautiful molly in front of her. There was no trace of hesitance when she finally answered, "Make me beautiful. Let me hear more of this lovely little tune."

// sorry this is late, but I hope it isn't bad.

Maybe she and hound become friends and get into trouble together? Right now she's seeking freedom and Skyclan is just making her feel like a bird trapped in a cage.

Snow? It is Leaf-fall isn't it? Unless Leaf-bare has decided to make an early appearance. She didn't hate the snow. It was alright. Whenever she was bored she played around in it, which meant most of the time back then. However, one gets tired of waiting and doing the same thing. Snow could be rather cruel reminding her of what she didn't have. The warmth it took away from her and replaced with cold... It made her feel empty. No, she was empty. Just a cat roaming around a clan that was supposed to be her home and doing the warrior duties all the same. She couldn't look at the real skyclanners out of anything other than fear. Thankfully the snow helped her blend in and make it harder to spot her.

Regardless of the snow that fell... She was content. This would be her first Leaf-bare (?) within Skyclan. The place that was supposed to be her home. A place where she was still having trouble calling her home. She would do her best here. Things would be alright. In due time, she will be okay. Everything will be okay. With Lavenderstar's complaint, she could see why. The elders normally complained about the cold bothering their old bones. That was not to say anything bad towards their leader, but she was indeed old. "M-maybe it's just for today?" That was all she could offer as comfort to their leader. She couldn't predict the weather after all. Nor could she ask Starclan to prevent the snow from falling. Snow was natural. Snow would always remain.