Head or Heartache :Open:

[Slate]

Slate needed to get out of Deathclan for a while.

He came across the beautiful field of flowers, hoping to seek some relaxation and comfort. He flopped backwards into a patch of posies and wheezed like a deflating air bag. His teal eyes closed as he remembered the farm, how he attacked a kit. Not because the kit did anything wrong, not because he was angry, but... He felt he needed to, that he needed to hate the clans because almost everyone in his entire life told him to.

Slate signed, rubbing his paws over his fluffy white face "What am I to do with my life..."

[Clove]

The she-cat stared at her former home, the land of DeathClan. Those were the days, thought turned to memory as she melted into it time became lost. Just as she picked up some of her past she snapped out of it as a male came from the bloody clan and flopped down in a patch of weed flowers. She crouched and moved forward stoping when she heard his words, standing and sitting up she answered thought they were probly not meant to be answered. "That depends. Young one"