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literally alec hardy
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Join Date: Dec 2023
Status: rattling the bars of my enclosure
Gender: male
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Re: The night I met you [P]
rookfire broke through the undergrowth after mistlewhisker, silently like a slightly lighter tinted shadow than its source, as her voice broke the almost cozy atmosphere the two traitors had been harbouring, and took his stance by her side. he had intended on gathering some of the last watermint this season before the water got too cool and most of the plants would rapidly be reclaimed by the nature around, absorbed into the soil like every leafbare, and taken mistlewhisker for the simple reason of avoiding annoying any other cat and still being very much focussed on proving his worth to her so it was a win win in his books. what the medicine cat had not been expecting was the quiet echoes of voices at the border, causing a diversion of their original plans early on and finally peaking in the two high ranks confronting foggymask, whom rookfire was admittedly happy to see here, and some unknown riverclan molly.
there hadnt been any direct contact or any of them crossing the border considerably just yet, but the conversation they had heard was enough incriminating evidence in addition to how close the two had gotten overall. striped tail briefly jerking in excitement at the possibility of taking part in his first execution, rookfires face remained mostly blank, letting nothing but the disappointment reflect openly. if rookfire didnt have a appearance to uphold, especially being out with mistlewhisker at this moment, he mightve let himself be a bit more joyous about having been right foggymask was a traitor with too much confidence and he had known to all along stars damn it! foggymasks behaviour during the enforcer challenge had only solidified his suspiciouns more, so at this point, he wasnt sure how much more solid the evidence couldve gotten before there were consequences. slacker, selfish, traitor. all the things rookfire fought against ever becoming himself. in some twisted way, this was like driving the final stake through the heart of what he himself couldve become, pampered by riverclan or letting shadowclan feed him through the seasons by luck alone. that version of himself didn exist and the possibility of it would die with foggymask.
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