in the end, it doesn't even matter [p]

[dino.]

In the end, Redmire had chosen to leave.

She didn't belong there, that much was clear. Despite all that Stormstar had said and tried to do, she no longer had a place in RiverClan. Fadingstar had loaded the gun; Goldfish, Owltalon, and Adderstrike had taken turns pulling the trigger. Despite all the moons she'd spent there, despite all the blood, sweat, and tears she'd poured into her home... it was no longer that. Not a home at all.

She wondered if it ever had been, or if she had been disillusioned the whole time.

Redmire was thin now. Without the security of a Clan in leafbare, hunting wasn't easy, and she found herself going without meals often. Her aching shoulders didn't much help - they interfered with what little catches she had the opportunity to make. Her ribs pushed against her sides and her once-sleek fur had lost its sheen. It didn't help with her emotional state. Despite her grievances, she found herself yearning.

Maybe she could see them... just one more time. Check with Stormstar about how things were doing.

Her paws hesitated at the border. Redmire stared past it at the marshy expanse that greeted her. It smelled like safety. It smelled like home. Her heart clenched, and with a short exhale, she stepped over the scent markers. Best case scenario, she ran into Stormstar directly and could talk to her. Worst case scenario, some other patrol found her and chased her back out.

Fingers crossed she at least had the chance.

[ @Marigoldwhisper ]

[Marigoldwhisper]

 

Originally Posted by dino.

In the end, Redmire had chosen to leave.

She didn't belong there, that much was clear. Despite all that Stormstar had said and tried to do, she no longer had a place in RiverClan. Fadingstar had loaded the gun; Goldfish, Owltalon, and Adderstrike had taken turns pulling the trigger. Despite all the moons she'd spent there, despite all the blood, sweat, and tears she'd poured into her home... it was no longer that. Not a home at all.

She wondered if it ever had been, or if she had been disillusioned the whole time.

Redmire was thin now. Without the security of a Clan in leafbare, hunting wasn't easy, and she found herself going without meals often. Her aching shoulders didn't much help - they interfered with what little catches she had the opportunity to make. Her ribs pushed against her sides and her once-sleek fur had lost its sheen. It didn't help with her emotional state. Despite her grievances, she found herself yearning.

Maybe she could see them... just one more time. Check with Stormstar about how things were doing.

Her paws hesitated at the border. Redmire stared past it at the marshy expanse that greeted her. It smelled like safety. It smelled like home. Her heart clenched, and with a short exhale, she stepped over the scent markers. Best case scenario, she ran into Stormstar directly and could talk to her. Worst case scenario, some other patrol found her and chased her back out.

Fingers crossed she at least had the chance.

[ @Marigoldwhisper ]

`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\48 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."

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Owlstar had been more keen at patrolling territory, whether it be to keep cats from leaping over borders to try and kill or for her own mental reassurance. See? Nothin' there, it's safe. Fer now, at least. but the same couldn't be said for this border. The tabby paused at it, the silhouette of a cat clear, their sent not of her own.

She pulled back her lips in a snarl and approached the outsider with a brisk pace, allowing the slits of light than peaked from the trees above to guide her torn vision. Owlstar let out a yowl of warning, raising her tail to make her frame more clear.

Then she realized....

"...Redmire?" Owlstar tilted her head, her hackles slowly lowering. She had suspected that the she-cat had left, just a quiet slink into shadows and no goodbye. It was the only conclusion she could come to, given she hadn't seen her around often. The hostility that had radiated off the leader in waves was dimmed as she lowered herself into a tight sit. "What brings ya 'ere?"

She nearly couldn't recognize Redmire with her matted fur and sickly frame. Leaf-bare wasn't exactly kind to anycat, especially rouges.