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Post by Jaecarys on Nov 21, 2023 16:46:54 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/wPnqw2z~png #s://i3~lensdump~com/i/R1pF3P~png | dawnclaw, I'll be there someday, I can go the distance. I will find my way if I can be strong. I know every mile would be worth my while. When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong. |
Time would not be wasted anymore. Moons had passed, nearly a full turn of the seasons. The kits would be earning warrior names soon, and still, no one had found them. By all appearances, everyone but he and Iristfrost had resigned to their death. Hailstar, at least, seemed willing to humor them—he hoped Briarpelt would be too. And it would be good for him, he told himself, to focus on the search and not the threat of RidgeClan, or the emergence of the Kingdom. Mushroomstar had enough to worry about—it was unlikely an attack would be launched. Under the soft drift of snowflakes from a wool-gray sky, Dawnclaw padded across camp with a purpose in his stride, sunrise eyes set on the Sky Tree. His tail flicked, and he slowed to a stop to tilt his head upward, snowflakes catching in his whiskers. How cold and windy it must be at the top of those bare branches. The last time he’d climbed up there, he’d been greeted by buffeting wind and a stunning view. How would the valley look from there now, slumbering beneath a blanket of snow? He shook out his thin pelt, fluffing it out before snow could soak in and chill him to the bone. He sat and curled his tail over his paws; anything to keep him warm. He wasn’t built for the cold, and not for the first time, he wished for his mother’s fluffy coat. He scanned the camp, searching for the little stormcloud and the elder deputy. He’d gone to each of them already. To Iris, softly asking that she join him by the Sky Tree. To Briarpelt, respectfully requesting he meet with him and Iris there. ”Something’s gotta give,” he muttered to himself.
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Post by shy on Nov 23, 2023 20:05:59 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/236x/51/60/79/516079f93390d19892e53e9fc0091c41~jpg irisfrost, Leaf-bare, such a cold and cruel season. It was hard enough in the clan, with cats constantly hunting and warm nests maintained by weavers. How much harder was it out there for a cat alone? Were her kits out there somewhere, struggling to survive? Did the go to bed with empty bellies? The search continued, as it would until they were found or until she died. Irisfrost stared out at the endless snow blanketing camp. If only they'd gone missing when there was snow on the ground to capture their prints. How much easier would it have been, how much faster would they have reunited? Then again they were born in new-leaf, and she couldn't have fallen pregnant much sooner than she had. She pushed the though aside, and headed from her nest to the base of the Sky Tree. Dawnclaw was waiting there, she could see his pelt as snow slowly started to gather on him. " Dawnclaw." Irisfrost kept her voice low as she sat next to him, close enough that their coats almost touched. She wasn't quite sure why he'd asked her here, but she was eager to learn. He was perhaps one of the last cats truly invested in helping her search for her kits, and he'd promised to eventually talk to Hailstar about expanding the search beyond the borders. " Is everything alright?"
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