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[attr="class","cedar2"] The sun peered through the roots of the elder’s den and the solitary she-cat inside of it rolled over to face her back to the entrance, letting out a deep sigh as she settled further into her slumber. Dreaming of days that would never be was a favorite pastime of the young she-cat, knowing the world was just outside her den but she’d never be able to see it the same way she wished she could. In her dreams, her four paws carried her through the moors swiftly, bringing down prey as big as she was and sparring with her clanmates. Her blows were powerful, speed unmatchable, and she was perfect in every way in these dreams. She’d stand among the strongest warriors with her head held high, boasting that her strength was uncomparable. And at the end, she’d awaken from the sound of her bones crunching in the metal of the two-leg trap and her own screams echoing in her ears as she re-lived the pain each night.

Yellow eyes snapped open as the she-cat’s scream echoed the empty den. MoorClan’s elder population was non-existent - spare she. That meant that no one had to put up with her screaming out in her dreams, the cold sweats that she’d wake up in, or the sobs she’d choke on as reality set in each morning. She was alone and lonely, left to process her lame leg alone. Being made an elder had been insult to injury but she knew why it’d been done. Her leg was useless and she couldn’t hunt anymore - let alone fight. The idea of having a lame warrior was one that Spiritstar hadn’t been able to entertain and she didn’t blame the older tom. Their forest was growing stronger since the destruction of Bonestar and the clan needed able bodies. Something she wasn’t.

Sucking down the cold air into her lungs, desperation filling her as she tried to prevent the hiccups that came next and broke into full blown sobs. Sobs that shook her entire body, leaving her fur stained with tears and sides heaving, threatening to spill the contents of her stomach next if the sobs did not cease. Cedarsong hated her life now, she was a shell of a cat she’d once been, and all of it was because of the pride she’d held onto. She’d acted as if she was invincible. Untouchable. And she’d fallen hard.

Sucking in her breath and holding it for several long seconds, the she-cat finally heaved a great sigh and pushed herself up until she was sitting. Clumsily, she cleaned the tears from her face and limped from the elder’s den where she was greeted with a new powdery layer of snow and a brisk breeze that made the she-cat shiver. Slowly, Cedarsong sat outside the den and watched the busy cats of camp, her heart clenched in her chest.

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ELDER
N/A
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Dec 29, 2019 23:38:30 GMT
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Being assigned guard duty wasn't as horrible as some would have you believe. Especially if you happened to be the second shift. That way, the spot in which one had to sit was already quite warm by the time Goosesnap had to take up the duties of watching the clan. Truthfully, he was hardly protecting the clan. Nothing ever happened on guard duty. Other clans never attacked and the stray foxes never tried to fight, but that did not make guard duty entirely boring. It was far from it. So many thought themselves invincible to the eyes of the guards.

It wasn't as if he tried to eavesdrop or keep track of who was entering and leaving the camp at odd hours. It just happened. The names of those escaping camp in the midst of the night was a great icebreaker when a conversation became unbearably awkward. Gossip seemed to spice up anything. Not that he was a spreader of rumors, only the truth from his maw.

A scream split the frigid morning air. Goosesnap shook the snow off his pelt as the sound ripped him from drowsiness. (a downside to guard duty: the weather). Finally, something to do beside sit and watch. He was certain that no one would notice his absence. Just in case, though, he piled up stray snow in a strange lump. A perfect resemblance to himself at first glance. In another life, perhaps, he would have been an artist. 

Snow covered paws led him into the camp, but no one save those returning from dawn patrol sat there. And judging by their half-asleep plod, they were not the ones who screamed. It seemed he had a mystery on his paws. Detective Goosesnap of Moorclan. It had a nice ring to it. 

But it was a mystery that solved itself. As he creeped closer into camp, the soft sobs of another were distinct enough that even his sorry tracking skills were able to pinpoint them to the elders den. And only one she-cat slept there. Stars above, it was Cedarsong. Goosesnap swallowed uneasily and prepared to creep back to guard duty, but something stuck his paws to the ground. Curse his kind heart. 

He would need to practice before daring to talk to her. Goosesnap waved his tail at the wall between him and his sibling. "Cedarsong.. how's the leg - no." The tom closed his eyes in disappointment of his conversation skills. No mentioning of the leg. Or warrior life. Or elder life. Truly, he could only talk about the weather, and looking around this barren camp, it would be a short conversation. 

She emerged uneasily from the elder's den. Her tear stains were somewhat visible, but her attempts to clear them were more so. Goosesnap side stepped into her line of vision with his signature grin. 

"So, how's the l- weather? Weather in the elder's den?" Goosesnap nearly patted himself on the back. A good save. "I think there is a somewhat unfrozen hare on the prey pile if you wanna share?"


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[attr="class","cedar2"] Sitting outside the elder’s den, Cedarsong had to know by now that she would likely not receive peace. Curious passers-by would wish to know what was wrong with the proud she-cat if she looked too upset and judging by the occasional arched brow and curious look that shot her way, her scream certainly hadn’t been in her head like she’d hoped. The feline averted her gaze as a group padded through, the looks on their faces saying it all. She urged to run like she used to when she was frustrated. Her pelt fluffed to nearly twice her size but before she could return to the elder’s den where she’d cower from the world or limp off into the forest where she’d daydream of the days long forgotten, Goosesnap appeared.

The white tom’s conversation skills were pitiful at best and while she knew he was trying his best to offer her company and maybe a distraction, the question about her leg was crash and poorly thought out. Biting back the urge to scowl, she allowed him the opportunity to try again. After all, it was not her brother’s fault that she had ruined her own chances as a warrior. He had done nothing to her and while his methods were crude and his social skills sub-par, she knew that he had her back if she needed him to.

As he questioned the weather within the elder’s den, her eyes rolled and she scoffed, slowly pushing herself to her paws. “Not much better than it is out here. Less wet.” She admitted, though she honestly was just playing along to avoid the frustration she felt. Irritation was written across her face and her yellow eyes glistened with the threat of tears, but she did her best to stay grounded and calm. But it was hard. StarClan was it hard.

Her ears perked slightly at the mention of a hare and she contemplated whether or not she really needed to eat. As a useless elder, she’s sort of resolved long ago that she’d turn down as many meals as she could until she could find a way to pay back what she cost to feed. But she hadn’t eaten in a couple of days and with many months of leafbare left to go, there was no promise that such a find would be available again any time soon. So she relented and slowly nodded, looking up at him slightly as she limped past. “Well, come on then.” Her tone teetered along the edges of impatience and playfulness. It was quite uncommon to see Cedarsong act as anything other than a grumpy elder - especially as of late, so when a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was Goosesnap that made her feel more comfortable or merely the prospect of breakfast.


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