Windswept Plains

[Madelaine]

Petuniafire
[ She/Her - Loner
Purrks: none ]

Padding through the grass the molly felt like she had walked endlessly for days. Her paws ached and she felt her legs tremble. Not wanting to fall over she sat down. This was all too much for her. She wasn't as young as she used to be. Now she was around forty moons. It had been a long time since her mother had died and she strayed too far away from Riverclan. She had searched everywhere for her father. He was nowhere to be seen in the outskirts and she had begun thinking the worse had happened to him. Maybe it was time to move on?

Petuniafire knew she couldn't go on like this. She hated being alone. She hated walking around in hopes to find someone. It was time to call it quits and try and get back to her home. Would there even be anyone there she knew or were they all gone just like all of her babies? Not wanting to think about it right now she gave her fur a thorough wash. She was starting to look like a hedgehog. Her fur was all spiked on all ends. Petuniafire looked as if she hadn't washed her fur in days.

[ @Dolomedes; ]

[Bean]

Rainpaw
He/They - 15 Moons - Outsider

Tw: Hunting ig

Surviving outside of RiverClan was hard [notably due to Rainpaw only knowing how to fish], but he would have to do so for the next three moons. The tabby apprentice's blue eye flickered around the place, looking for any signs of prey. His eye fixated on a small bush, rustling. He parted his jaws to let the scent flow in, recognizing it as a vole. He crouched down low, keeping their half-tail off the ground. They didn't know how to hunt, but if they didn't try, they would starve. Slowly, Rainpaw crept forward, making sure he was downwind of the prey. He knew that much. The one-eyed cat waited until he was a fox-length away from the vole, his blue eye fixed on it. They took a deep breath, and leaped.

They forced all of their weight onto their front paws, hearing a squeal from the vole as he landed on it. Quickly, the apprentice swooped down and bit the vole's neck, ending it's life. Thank you, StarClan he said silently as he bit into his prey. He much rather preffered fish, but in his hunger, it didn't matter. In a couple of bites, they finished their meal. It was small, but it would satisfy Rainpaw's hunger for the time being.

[OPEN]

[Myling]

[/Hoshi\]
| 18 Moons | Loner | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Beefed Up T1
[a burly ragdoll she-cat, with polished blue eyes, long, lustrous fur; scars running along her face]


[tw: very sad hoshi :sadge:]




'...is that?

.....could it be?

.... is it??



HOME!'





She knew she was lying to herself.

She knew she'd find no-one she cared about there, and be so disappointed she felt like turning off the sun so nobody would see her cry.

She knew she didn't want to admit she was missing her group so much, it felt like someone had drilled a hole through her heart.



Hoshi's mind screeched with forced-joy, as she bounded towards the fields. She'd climbed the tallest tree she could find in Pinewatch Patch, looking for a new place to settle down temporarily ('temporarily.....'), and saw this field. At first she'd thought nothing about it. And then her hopes spiked to the stars. Hoshi knew she'd have seen the mountain tops from miles away if it was home. Hoshi knew she was getting her hopes up for nothing. Wind whipped at her face, she was speeding fast. Home. Home! After........ how long had it been since she'd been ungraciously plopped down here by the force above danged universe? Well, she didn't care! Her friends were waiting, and she could just imagine their faces when she came back! She made herself zip towards the plains faster, ignoring the fact that there was no Mangle-river for miles back at home, ignoring the fact that the grass was never this flat, and ignored the lurch in her stomach from seeing the Mangle-river again, ignored the fact that her actual home was so far away it may as well be on one of the stars. She shook her head, erasing it of those treacherous thoughts when home was right there. Closer. Closer. Closer and closer.


Her eyes felt wet with the pure joy. Her mind was playing along. That was good, she needed to feel happy again. Once in a while. If it was really that important as they all said it was.

"HEY! GUESS WHO'S BACK!" She yowled, refusing to acknowledge that the distinct scent they're valley had was no where to be seen. Refusing to acknowledge that she was an idiot, that she should just give up, go curl up and let the world take her away into whatever happened when you died. She grinned, it was strained, as if there were a squad of cats ready to jump on her and kill her if she didn't look so joyful that her muzzle might just fall off.





And, she'd known it all along; this was not home.



It still felt like someone had taken out her very soul, shaken it until it was misshapen, and put it back the wrong way. It was a horrible feeling. Her chest compressed with that feeling of grief, that feeling of grief so deep and heart breaking you thought there was nothing left in this world and all you wanted to do is cry and cry until you die of old age. No mountains shone down at her; no friends were there to cheer her up; no comforting scents wafted through the air. Nothing was familiar here. Hoshi felt like wailing. Hoshi felt like falling into the deepest swamps and letting quiet peace take her.


Why? Why did she do that again? She gritted her teeth, refusing to cry where anyone could point and laugh and see her be all mushy and sensitive. No.
That wasn't her. She firmly shut the impending sadness away behind a prickly mental shield. She didn't need them right now.


She didn't need anyone right now.


[OPEN!]

[Bean]

Burning dies and Wildtwist runs off
[closed]