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Post by niftyshark on Aug 4, 2019 20:31:30 GMT -6
Haywhisker was more sure than ever of what he had to do. The conversation between him and Flareheart rang in his mind, and he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. Their clan was weak, suffering attacks to their own camp. What leader allowed that to happen?
Regardless of who was on his side, he was going to strike. But if he could have any more allies, it would make his task easier... and more bearable. If he had to live hated by his clan, he would make that sacrifice. WillowClan needed to be whole again. He couldn’t let it fall apart, especially since he had the power to change everything.
There were several clanmates in mind that he could ask, but there was one in particular he knew he needed the support of.
He just needed to find Beanfallow. His brother wasn’t in camp, and somehow Haywhisker wasn’t surprised. He left through the entrance and pushed through the snow on the ground. The sky promised more snow soon, but the break in the weather was welcome.
The cold soothed his healing injuries, and he assumed the same of Beanfallow. There was no scent to follow, but he could guess where his brother might be. He wandered towards the area where the outland and RavenClan territories were closest. He looked around the shimmery white landscape for Beanfallow’s pale pelt.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 27, 2019 21:47:22 GMT -6
He was bitter, more so than usual as he crouched in the snow, the stinging cold soothing his stinging injuries. But it did nothing to numb the pain in his heart as he thought about Troutleap and Darkfury. Twice he wasn't fast enough to stop the deaths of someone he knew, and it burned in his mind like the ice and snow burned his paw pads. Shifting in the snow he swept his gaze towards the clan his mother had called her home, the great effort of not staring deep into RavenClan's territory was like dragging oneself out of mud.
His ears twitched as he thought about his mother's clan, how it was so different to what she had told them as kits. She always made WillowClan seem grand and strong, unstoppable like the river they hunted and swam in. Yet he was starting to think it was all just a story, hiding the faults that she had seen and wanted her kits to not see. And maybe if she was still alive he wouldn't see the gaps in all the stones that were piled in front of him.
Shrikestar should have known that AspenClan was coming, but he didn't. His former mentor had been naive to not see the threat lying in Echostar's gaze, and it had cost Troutleap his life and injured so many more in the peak of leafbare.
He blinked when he saw a dark smudge in the distance, trekking towards his location and he realized when it paused, raising its head that it was Haywhisker. Lifting his own head he called out, "Haywhisker!"
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Post by niftyshark on Sept 7, 2019 20:30:33 GMT -6
It wasn’t long before Haywhisker thought he heard his name on the wind. He scanned the horizon, angling his ears towards the sounds. He squinted, and he could just make out the shape of ears against the gray sky. Beanfallow blended in well at a distance, so to spot him at all was no easy feat.
The snow was as deep as ever, so Haywhisker rabbit-hopped through it until he drew close to his brother. He took a moment to catch his breath, then faced Beanfallow directly. He could hazard a guess as to the reason for Beanfallow being out here, but he didn’t think he needed to. There was one thing on his mind only—WillowClan’s spiraling downfall. The battle was the first obvious warning sign, one he could almost be grateful for. There was no doubt in his mind that Beanfallow was also occupied by it.
“Having a rough time, huh?” he questioned, turning slightly so he could look out at the hills beyond their territory. He still didn’t feel much of anything despite the moons that passed. It was easier to be consumed by his goal than to face feelings in general.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Sept 9, 2019 10:51:51 GMT -6
Beanfallow fell silent once he was certain that his brother had heard him calling and could see where he was crouched. His gaze followed the dark smudge that was Haywhisker as he hopped along through the thick layer of snow towards him. If it wasn't for recent events that still stung in the form of physical and mental wounds, he'd have made a joke about his brother looking more like a rabbit than a cat, but he didn't have the energy, so he remained silent. Once Haywhisker was closer he looked away out at the vast whiteness that seemed to consume the lands.
He twitched his ears as Haywhisker settled in front of him, his gaze flicking up to meet his brother's, quirking an eyebrow in question before he frowned deeply. "More like WillowClan is having a rough time..." He muttered, ears twitching again as he flicked off some of the melted water that threatened to freeze his ear tips.
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Post by niftyshark on Sept 9, 2019 14:44:37 GMT -6
His focus honed in on what Beanfallow said immediately. His brother dodged the question, but it also gave Haywhisker the opening he needed.
“That’s true,” he agreed, the wind threatening to cover over his voice completely. While the wind would hide their conversation, he didn’t want to shout it out either. He shuffled closer to Beanfallow, keeping his gaze fixed out towards the distant mountains. “Do you think WillowClan will recover?” He kept his question light, ready to either cover his tracks or let Beanfallow in. He was prepared for either potential circumstance, but he knew it would be painful if his brother didn’t side with him. He was doing this for Darkfury, after all, so if they were on opposite sides... what would that mean?
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