sometimes i get a little bit anxious && returning && open
Jun 26, 2023 10:09:46 GMT -6
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Post by Mothdust on Jun 26, 2023 10:09:46 GMT -6
Days before Lunarclan's meeting, she'd gone out herself for a quick patrol by herself, to get fresh air away from the clan's camp and just briefly away from Obsidianglare. The dark colored tom she sadly called her 'father' was...to say the least, overbearing. Mothdust hadn't intended to be gone longer than an hour or two at most, but it was days. Days she was tangled in what seemed to be some sort of net trap. The first few days, she hung in the air, tangled in thick rope the was tied high into a tree, gnawing and clawing at the ropes in hope it would fray and loosen just enough...Alas, it never did and she had given up. She had exhausted herself so much trying to save herself. She was tired, starving, thirsty, and hot.
No one from the clan had seemingly worried or tried to come out looking for her and Mothdust couldn't help but wonder if she was truly that much of an asset to the clan she had devoted her life to.
Then her saviors had seemingly come out of no where. A young grey cat with bright amber hues and a large, white and orange patched tom had freed her from the netting. Bean and Flame. She possibly owed her life to the two. If they hadn't come, there was a high possibility she would've died right there and no one would ever know.
Back to camp, Bean and Flame followed, Flame quickly convincing the molly to allow them to join the clan. Flame claimed Bean wasn't doing too well, the young cat showing symptoms of being ill of sorts, and the tom didn't know what to do. He was Bean's guardian, the young grey cat essentially becoming like his own when their parents were tragically killed when they were young. The orange and white tom was best friends with Bean's parents and Bean was the last thing he had to remember his friends by.
It was tragic and touched her heart, so she agreed to allow the cats to take refugee in her clan, get Bean the help he needed. She trusted them. They had saved her when in reality they could've left her to die. If Wisteriastar tried to turn the two away, Mothdust would surely have an uproar.
With Flame and Bean behind her, Mothdust stepped through the ivy covering the entrance of Lunarclan's camp.
Black ears twitched and swiveled, soft blue eyes flickered around at the bodies of cats mulling around camp. Eyes blazed in pure annoyance and frustration, dark fur fluffing out as she marched further into the camp.
"speech"
No one from the clan had seemingly worried or tried to come out looking for her and Mothdust couldn't help but wonder if she was truly that much of an asset to the clan she had devoted her life to.
Then her saviors had seemingly come out of no where. A young grey cat with bright amber hues and a large, white and orange patched tom had freed her from the netting. Bean and Flame. She possibly owed her life to the two. If they hadn't come, there was a high possibility she would've died right there and no one would ever know.
Back to camp, Bean and Flame followed, Flame quickly convincing the molly to allow them to join the clan. Flame claimed Bean wasn't doing too well, the young cat showing symptoms of being ill of sorts, and the tom didn't know what to do. He was Bean's guardian, the young grey cat essentially becoming like his own when their parents were tragically killed when they were young. The orange and white tom was best friends with Bean's parents and Bean was the last thing he had to remember his friends by.
It was tragic and touched her heart, so she agreed to allow the cats to take refugee in her clan, get Bean the help he needed. She trusted them. They had saved her when in reality they could've left her to die. If Wisteriastar tried to turn the two away, Mothdust would surely have an uproar.
With Flame and Bean behind her, Mothdust stepped through the ivy covering the entrance of Lunarclan's camp.
Black ears twitched and swiveled, soft blue eyes flickered around at the bodies of cats mulling around camp. Eyes blazed in pure annoyance and frustration, dark fur fluffing out as she marched further into the camp.
"speech"