[Rani]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

If one spent enough time in the clans, quietly watching and taking in the eb and flow, you'd oft come to find it cyclical.

Each disaster was anew in its own way, and each time it gave and took clanmates in turn changing faces like seasons. But each one would be weathered in time, the damage healed, and there'd be peace, however brief, until the next.

It was all routine and not at all, and if Mudhound in the scant quiet intelligence they had knew anything, it was that joy must be enjoyed while it existed lest you find yourself drowning in the devastation that'd follow soon.


Enjoy life while it lasted, take the hardships as they came, mourn what was but do not wallow, move on and find new joy, repeat.

Sometimes however, this mindset felt awfully hollow and hard to follow. Like now.




Mudhound had weathered loss before, knew the hollow feeling of grief. But this felt different, felt more, felt endless in a way it'd not before and their only solace was that the cold bleak damp and dead sight of thunderclans territory in leafbare felt fitting. The world was mourning the loss, not just the cats who's lives had been left a little more barren in its wake.


They had to get out. They had to get out of this damn camp too full of memories of a happier time they need to get OUT and free their lungs of the sludge that awful sickness had brought, that horrible sickness that'd taken more then it had any right to-
They needed out. But they didnt trust themself to be alone right now, fearing the silence of a now lesser territory and now louder wailing thoughts would overwhelm them, so stood frozen in the camp entrance. Stood frozen staring out into the treeline like it was new and foreign to them again, and they were lost all over.


@BEAR.