Ghost ship(Open)

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Deadmoon felt....vacant. Unmoored. She had been firmly tethered for so long, too long perhaps, and now felt the loss of her ropes so much more. A triangle is the strongest shape, and Rookscreech, Wolffang and Snowybreeze had provided a safe, strong foundation for her. Three cats she could fall back on, could order her life around. And then Rookscreech had gone, leaving her listing to the side a bit without her best friend. Pulled just a bit more by the current of life, as Wolfie and Snowy did their best to keep her centered. But two would never do as well as three.

And one would never do as well as two.

But it was only Snowybreeze now, and he hardly deserved to deal with all of her nonsense anyway, not when he was still, still grieving Berryfrost. Deadmoon was older, had seen more cats die. She should be able to handle it on her own, not dump her emotional burden on a cat who'd already dealt with enough of her quirks and issues. Only one point of anchor allowed a full range of motion, the ability to swing in a large, loopy circle. And that circle extended beyond Windclan territory, just as it had the last time Wolffang had died.

Deadmoon was more careful now, even older and wiser, and she had no intention of running into twoleg trouble or getting lost. Windclan was still her home, the tether could only stretch so far, and Owlkit and Honeypaw were growing into stronger ties on their own, somehow. But they hadn't quite latched onto her the way the other three had, and so she roamed. Too many thoughts in her head and not enough focus on where she was going, looking for something. She didn't know what. Deadmoon was fairly certain that what she was looking for couldn't be found where she was searching, could only be found up in the stars.

But Deadmoon was no leader or medicine cat, she couldn't shove her way into Starclan or the Dark Forest and demand an audience with whoever was in charge of the place. Demand to know where Rosebriar was, so she could kill her again. Find Wolffang, and drag him back down to earth by the scruff of his neck. She could do none of those things, and so she wandered. Through the forest beyond Windclan territory, ignoring the greenery which brushed against her and the babbling of a nearby brook and the chittering of squirrels in the trees. Deadmoon wandered.
(Open to one outsider or clan cat wandering around, maybe more if they're a group but I'd prefer only one. Hostile and friendly are both fine!)