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what will you leave behind-

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4.28 | updated links
4.27 | uploaded

drift - [named after his grandfather Driftweed]
paw - [standard apprentice suffix]

Amberwood was sitting outside the camp walls, the reeds and rain doing little to block or wash away the thoughts that swirled in her head. The raindrops made ripples in the river water her golden eyes was locked on, but her gaze was blank. Staring more past the world then at anything in it. She had looked in the Medicine Cat's Den just minutes ago... The battle had barely begun and already the Den was beginning to get crowded. And those were simply the cats who had been able to make it to the Den in time. Amberwood shuddered, a few rain drops falling off her wet pelt and onto the grass.

Amberwood wasn't entirely sure why this was effecting her so. Naturally, she didn't want her Clanmates hurt, but that wasn't it. The feeling that really surfaced above all others was... numbness. Maybe it was because she herself was supposed to be in the Medicine Cat's Den - although she had insisted days ago that the scar on her side was fully healed, Mottledust had insisted just as persistently that she needed to take it easy - but for some reason she simply couldn't conjure the amount of sympathy she felt she should have for her Clanmates.
And even beyond that, the only sympathy she felt was for WindClan. The Clan that until days ago she had hated with all her heart now filled her with shame for simply being in one of the three Clans turning against them. Her RiverClan Clanmates were out in this storm to fight for a kit. She didn't even want to think of what they would do to the poor kit if they got her... Kill her? Because she could end up being like Paleheart? Even Paleheart hadn't been on that level of heartlessness. And if he had? Would she herself be dead right now because Paleheart thought she would be like her father?

Her heart swelled as lightning lit up the storming sky. The russet she cat knew what she had to do, no matter how much it hurt. Fear rose through the numbness, but she suppressed it. Her life had been spent here amongst the water and grass, but to think of her home, her memories and worse- her family being stained by hate and fear and blood. And she couldn't watch it. Not anymore.
Her golden gaze turned up to the heavens, but was quickly averted as the water pounded down on her upturned face. She lowered her head, instead peering into the water of the rippling river. The clouds covered the sky, and she could see no stars amongst the black. But the water held flecks and flickers of light in them, as if StarClan had chosen to reside there instead tonight.
StarClan be with her... She was leaving RiverClan.

-oh we all still die
design | Saakumi
art & character | moietea

Description

what will you leave behind-

applications
visual | written | historical

trackers
relationships | shell tracker

updates
4.28 | updated links
4.27 | uploaded

drift - [named after his grandfather Driftweed]
paw - [standard apprentice suffix]

Amberwood was sitting outside the camp walls, the reeds and rain doing little to block or wash away the thoughts that swirled in her head. The raindrops made ripples in the river water her golden eyes was locked on, but her gaze was blank. Staring more past the world then at anything in it. She had looked in the Medicine Cat's Den just minutes ago... The battle had barely begun and already the Den was beginning to get crowded. And those were simply the cats who had been able to make it to the Den in time. Amberwood shuddered, a few rain drops falling off her wet pelt and onto the grass.

Amberwood wasn't entirely sure why this was effecting her so. Naturally, she didn't want her Clanmates hurt, but that wasn't it. The feeling that really surfaced above all others was... numbness. Maybe it was because she herself was supposed to be in the Medicine Cat's Den - although she had insisted days ago that the scar on her side was fully healed, Mottledust had insisted just as persistently that she needed to take it easy - but for some reason she simply couldn't conjure the amount of sympathy she felt she should have for her Clanmates.
And even beyond that, the only sympathy she felt was for WindClan. The Clan that until days ago she had hated with all her heart now filled her with shame for simply being in one of the three Clans turning against them. Her RiverClan Clanmates were out in this storm to fight for a kit. She didn't even want to think of what they would do to the poor kit if they got her... Kill her? Because she could end up being like Paleheart? Even Paleheart hadn't been on that level of heartlessness. And if he had? Would she herself be dead right now because Paleheart thought she would be like her father?

Her heart swelled as lightning lit up the storming sky. The russet she cat knew what she had to do, no matter how much it hurt. Fear rose through the numbness, but she suppressed it. Her life had been spent here amongst the water and grass, but to think of her home, her memories and worse- her family being stained by hate and fear and blood. And she couldn't watch it. Not anymore.
Her golden gaze turned up to the heavens, but was quickly averted as the water pounded down on her upturned face. She lowered her head, instead peering into the water of the rippling river. The clouds covered the sky, and she could see no stars amongst the black. But the water held flecks and flickers of light in them, as if StarClan had chosen to reside there instead tonight.
StarClan be with her... She was leaving RiverClan.

-oh we all still die
design | Saakumi
art & character | moietea