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Originally Posted by finley.exe
cobwebpaw
purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge tier 2
she/they . rc . 14 moons . one lame leg . tags ; @sol.
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after the meeting ended, cobwebpaw sighed. every one of these ended like this. hatred, tempers- the list could go on. however there was a cat that looked to be in worse shape than she was. cobweb tentatively approached kestrelskies. ' hey. ' she didn't want it to be weird, you know.. but she was hardwired to help, even if she was feeling awful.
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KESTRELSKIES
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She grimaced at the commotion Dusklion was stirring up, and then the yelling that everyone else provided. Oh joy. Could they go one day with yelling, and mayhaps turn to civil conversation? That was something she could get behind. And a nap. God, she was tired. Hm. Did death have that effect on everyone?
Still, Dusklion was a little bit reasonably upset- even a fool could see how much work she had put in. To be snubbed from a spot she so dearly wished for... sibling rivalry sucked. But to be fair, it wasn't like Fadingsun was going toe to toe with his sister. Surely, he was just as surprised as everyone else. Really, Kestrelskies didn't see Fadingsun as the kind to even
want to be deputy. Or noticed. Like at all. Did Birdsnow purposefully pick the quiet one over his boisterous and ambitious sister? Did she see something that everyone else didn't?
Still, it would be appreciated if everyone could just keep their opinions to themselves quietly for once. And she thought Riverclan was the smart clan.
And then, boom. Bomb dropped. Everything within six miles decimated. Trees, dead. Hawks, dropping out of the sky. Her heart, shattered. Birdsnow was going to the Starcave, without anyone? (Well, probably with Fadingsun or Dusklion, but after what just happened?) She wanted to protest, to volunteer, to forbid her from going without at least a battalion of guards, herself, and like, three different safety measures, but she bit her tongue and opted for a displeased grunt instead. What was it she just thought about temper tantrums and going against Birdsnow. She grumbled. Damn it, moral righteousness and lack of hypocrisy. New rule, any time you criticize someone, make exceptions.
She was still stewing a bit grumpily when an apprentice sat down next to her. The warrior looked at her company. She didn't recognize this one. Uhm.. Cob something paw. Cobweb? That sounded about right. She was important, right? Or something? "
...Hey. You're Dusklion's apprentice, right?"