Waste of a Winter (Open)

[Redstorm]

Redstorm had now been dead for nearly two mortal months. To him, though, it felt like it had been both an eternity, and that it was brad new. He was not yet used to never being truly hungry or thirsty. He also felt so youthful and energetic, something he hadn't felt in many seasons. It was nice, but strange.

But today he could not simply dwell on is new lifestyle. In the living world, Clans were at a petty war with one another. He let out a hiss as he thought about the bloodshed that was probably happening at that very moment. And over a small stretch of barren mountain. Had Iceclan truly fallen to this new low? It hadn't seemed this stupid since it's rebellion...Which he had taken part in, but still.

At least Treeclan was out of this one.

[Ashfang]

"Redstorm" came a mewl as a gray she-cat padded out of the shadows. Her once light gray fur now dark with youngest once more. Her dull green eyes now bright and alive, and a smile that only showed around Moonpool now plastered to her face. She padded over to him and blinked "What are you doing out here all alone? You know its time for us to get ready to watch over the clans special gathering. Is all ok?" she asked tilting her head.

Yes, the female herself had been in a dark hole, what with both her brothers being exiled and both not doing to hot and her well dead where she can't see her mate. It was horrid! But she pushed it back to be happy. She was herself again, not just a bitter monster and with the battles going on she never knew with Treeclan what was going to happen so she felt safe with Cloudclan. Sometimes.

[Redstorm]

Redstorm jumped a little as a voice called out his name. Since his death he hadn't talked to anyone, and couldn't think of anyone in particular he could even talk to. But this she-cat, who still smelled of Treeclan, knew him. Had he been famous after all? Oh goody. Her words were filled with emotion, and he smiled. The war had not seemed to bother her as much.

"No, everything is not going..Well." He said, stopping himself mid-sentence when he realized how rude he had sounded. "It's just...My own Clan is invading another Clan, a small, poor, Clan. And for a barren wasteland territory that probably won't even have the prey that they want." He said, scraping at the dirt in annoyance. "And I can't even call them all mouse-brains for doing it anymore." He mumbled, looking at her.

"What about you? Y'know anyone in the war? You are from Treeclan, right?"

[Ashfang]

"I have a feeling my cousins Ashmist is apart of it. Shes in Iceclan however my only living and known brother Skywing is exiled so he can't do much, beside hes been dead lately. Misses home as bad as me. But we sadly can not do anything about the battles, we had not caused this one. I'm not to sure why Iceclan is doing this, its idiotic if you ask me, but it happens I suppose" she sighed and shook her head.

"Oh I feel rude, forgive me I'm Ashfang of Treeclan, decent of Oakspirit sister to Ravensong and Skywing, aunt to about twenty two of Littlepools kits, I have a long history behind me. I'm also sister of Hollowfog, Quickfox, and others I can't remember." she mewled.