[Rift]

Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’

Shadow Fiend: Inactive | Chill of Death: Permanently Active
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]

➢ The harsh cold cuts through her pelt with no remorse leaving Hollowpaw shivering in a desperate attempt to warm herself, she was getting truly sick of this damn cold. Though the heat of the crowd before her was welcomed, she would never express such. Scorps first Gathering, she should be happy for her friend yet no emotions flooded her mind, nothing. Silence. It was a nice change but it didn't ease the Apprentice's nerves and neither did the Thunderclan Leader's clear anger. Her shivering stopping upon staring at each Leader for more than a heartbeat. It wasn't fear, nor intimidation, but a brewing resentment. Bitter, anger filled resentment. Hate.

Bi-colored eyes leaving the four pillars and drifting to her paws as she sat down near the front, a spot she would have never sat if they hadn't noticed tensions festering among the monarchs of each Clan. Claws digging into the soft sand below as irritation ripped across her face and shoulder. Though it was simply the cold tearing at the scarring, Hollowpaw felt as if it meant more, though she would keep her maw shut for now. Then the announcements begun.

Hot anger dripping from Thunderclan's side was no surprise, or it shouldn't have been, Hollowpaw can hear the pure rage in each word that follow the list of the dead. The Apprentice tried to remain unfazed by such a thing but even the blankest of canvas' can have a splash of white paint on them. She instinctually flinches as the harsh words leave the Leader's maw, words not even directed at her. Hollowpaw swiftly regains her composure, checking her paws for any movement and setting them straight, relaxed (or as relaxed as one could be) once more, as they had also recoiled and shifted backwards into a more defensive pose. A Medicine cat messing in other Clan affairs, in their eyes, it was grounds for death, regardless of what it may have been for.

The idea reflected onto Sleepysunrise and Silentpaw, both cats they had trained with before, would she carry the same opinion if it was them doing such an act...? Yes. She couldn't let personal opinions get in the way of her work. It was a nonnegotiable. It had to be. Hollowpaw feels her anger subside, emotions would interfere with their tasks, letting the shame of her search replace such a feeling.

Turning their head to each side of her, subtly to look for even the slightest flash of electrical discharge among the cats or the ferice stare of Wildkit, hell, or even a glance from Cranekit that tended to dispel all her thinking. You live until you're forgotten, right? right...? Claws digging even further into the sand, grounding the Shadowclanner as her gaze moved back to the group standing (and or sitting) above her.

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