Snapjaw • She / Her • Riverclan warrior • 27+ moons
Snapjaw padded into camp, her eyes dull and tired. She hadn't slept well since the loss of the rest of her family, which was bad in the sense that she had duties to take care of, and on top of that, had just been assigned her first apprentice.
She felt like she was a candle, lit at both ends, and it was only a matter of time before eventually the she-cat was burnt out. She took a deep breath, trying to ground and center herself, but was struggling.
Thoughts of how it should have been
her and not her sister, or none of them if she was being completely honest. The battle felt petty and pointless now, especially with the loss it caused. The Riverclan she-cat's gaze locked onto her paws as more and more thoughts swirled in her mind.
If Snap hadn't suggested hunting along that border would any of this have happened? Would Cedar still be here? Would her brother have run away still? Would her whole family have been torn apart if she'd just decided to hunt somewhere else?
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