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Post by Cloudbreeze on Jun 23, 2014 22:44:14 GMT -6
Cloudbreeze sat on a large, flat rock in what would be RockClan territory. It was an almost exact replica of what her old home was. It was perfect. No starvation, no injury, and no illness. She thrived off plentiful meals and the softest nests that held soft moss from TreeClan territory. She could make her nest as large as she liked and use as much moss and feathers as she wanted. It was always warm, and she should be happy.
But, it was quite lonesome.
Living in a perfect place without many beings to speak to was not as fun as someone would think. Cloudbreeze's friend that had died in the Games with her, Ibiswing, was no where to be found. She had not spoke to Tuftfeather or any of the "newer" spirits in moons. The gray and white shimmering cat sigh, laying her head against the rock as she warmed her fur in the starry sky.
"What to do, what to do."
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Autumn
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Artist Formerly Known as Peachwing
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Post by Autumn on Jun 24, 2014 13:18:03 GMT -6
Peachwing narrowed her eyes as she watched the gray and white spirit. She still felt sorry for what she had essentially done to her, as well as the seven other warriors and apprentices. She had not wanted to kill them off, and she couldn't imagine any other spirit wanting to see cats from their old homes get mauled and burnt and poisoned. But it was something that had to be done to keep spiritual lands alive and standing. Unimaginable consequences would have come from all of the spirits vanishing. These sacrifices had, in a way, saved the Clans of both the living and the dead. But Peachwing still felt a void in her stomach as she approached the former Rockclan she-cat.
"You could always hunt a perfect piece of prey for the hundredth time." She said sarcastically, voice as calm and clear as always, despite the fact that she felt afraid for the first time in many seasons. She had purposely avoided all of the new spirits. It probably didn't help them feel better in any way about their sacrifices, but Peachwing couldn't bring herself to look into their eyes. She would never be able to apologize in the right way, and she'd probably never try. |
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Post by Cloudbreeze on Jun 24, 2014 13:29:49 GMT -6
Cloudbreeze did not hear the paw steps, but she was not surprised or shocked when she heard the voice of the other spirit. She turned her triangular head to see Peachwing, one of the oldest spirits here. She had not spoken to the she-cat a lot, but she did know her name by now. She gave a tiny smile with a chiming laugh at her comment. "I am sure it's been more than one hundred times. I am not hungry, though." she replied, sitting up.
Cloudbreeze never thought of CloudClan taking their lives as a bad way, as Tuftfeather's father had, or her former mate, Sunmist, had. She finally understood why they took her life away and the other seven cats as well. She was not happy that they had been lied to about one cat living. All of them died, and most of them have disappeared from the forest, probably on their own like Cloudbreeze had been.
She was glad that a cat appeared to speak to her.
"Would you like to sit? It is nice to not be alone for once." she meowed.
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