Evergreen Grotto

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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[Grousepaw - @redshiftreign ]
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Mistlewhisker glanced around, noting the setting sun. It seemed as though Glowingpaw was not going to show up. Mistlewhisker stood, flexing her shoulders in a stretch before turning to Grousepaw. “We need to head back. Patrols will be reporting to you.” Mistlewhisker moved towards camp, then paused. What was she to say? Glowingpaw would turn up? With all the missing cats and attacks recently, she doubted that statement. It was clear Grousepaw was hesitant. The deputy sighed internally, moving towards Grousepaw. “We have a duty to the clan.” She murmured, meeting their gaze. “That duty comes before anything else.” They had to go.

[redshiftreign]

GROUSEPAW
THE TRAILBLAZER
⋆˖ The Fool ˖⋆
SILVER TONGUE - JUST A SCRATCH - BURN, BABY, BURN
"now i'm pretty sure there isn't gonna be some little fix, the game wasn't rigged by accident."

[ @Mica [ mistlewhisker ] ]

grousepaw did not want to leave. frantic, amber eyes flickered across the landmark desperate and hungry like fire to dry kindling. he had spent the past few moons swallowing down the spit-fire coals on his tongue, and they were burning him alive from the inside out. all that smoke had to go somewhere, and it made him dizzy.

don't panic. don't panic. don't panic. grouse was good at keeping his head on his shoulders, but he couldn't help the panic that bubbled up, frightened and suffocating like the smoke in his lungs. like the ire he swallowed down.

that one phrase. . . pissed him off more than any slight could. it made him want to wretch up every stifled flame and burn the whole world down in a flood of fire and fury. the clan? that's what she's worried about? the stars-damned clan?

but she had a point, grouse conceded. through gritted teeth and bristling fur, he swallowed hard like hot stones.

but how he yearned to shed that responsibility he had so fervently agreed too and parade through the forest hunting for his kin, yelling profanities about the absurdity of this mortal coil, futile subjugation under a tyrant. imposed ideals and notions that held no real bearing. he hated it. he hated all of it.

he wanted his brother.

he was overreacting.

"okay." he said, with a non-negligible amount of tired resignation. glowingpaw knew his way around the territory. . . he could. . . they could find their way home.

grouse hoped. and had his doubts. and felt dread curl into his chest.

he turned wordlessly and streaked with long, purposed strides towards camp, eyes equally firey and devastated. our duty to the clan comes first? what a joke.