Deadmoon didn’t want to be here. She really, REALLY didn’t want to be here. But Twilightstar was calling a meeting, and she had to be there. She HAD to. Twilightstar was probably going to discuss Wolffang’s death, and it felt wrong not to be there. Like ditching his vigil, if he had had one beyond his burial in Starry Meadow. And Owlkit was probably old enough for her apprentice ceremony. Deadmoon wanted to be there to cheer her on, regardless of her own personal heartache.
She spotted Owlkit quickly enough, the kit squirming towards the front of the crowd with a small tumble. Deadmoon hitched a smile onto her face, though her eyes were tired. She hadn’t been sleeping well, adding to her recent snappiness.
Hey kid. she mewed as she approached, taking a seat. It was almost a sigh. She didn’t want to be here at ALL.
You’ll be an apprentice today, huh? Better make sure you shake any dust out of your fur, now. It would have meant the world to her if someone had cared that much about her ceremony at that age. @
Blaaze
Re: WindClan Galewood
