046 ୭࿔ (gens srp) my passion still burns

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[ bellflowercrown srp ] [ suffix change and leader rejection reaction ] [ this is supposed to arrive last week but aegis… lazy… ] [ hi chat don’t worry shes not salty at all I promise. part 2 of aegis destroys bell /silly ] ⊱────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─────────⊰ Rejected. Insulted. Yelled at by both Snapdragonstar and Dustbunny, the legendary dark forest cat that founded the clan and made them, well, UrchinClan. Bellflowercharm surfaced up from the water of the Stars Mouth with a loud gasp of pain and running out of breath, her eyes wide open and narrowed with anger, her kelp wrap somehow washed away revealing her blind eye. She let out a loud howl, in anger and panic, noticing the tide rising behind her. The Stars Mouth is… swallowing her, one way or the other. She remembered what Tidedream said when he taught her to swim against the current. He was another rejected UrchinClan leader, another down with the mercy of the water that the clan used to survive, to live, so their hearts beat on and runs long long long but it’s not her clan shes not worth of leader shall she just sink down and drown? Water soak her fur and weighs her down, sinking towards the ground of this sunken hole where they interact with their ancestors. Somewhere she had considered sacred ground but now is cursed to her. With anger, with resentment, with spite. Perhaps it’s better to just die here, swept by the tide— —But the small concerned smile of Woodpeckerkit surfaced in her mind, alongside the cackles of Shrikekit and Magpiekit as they playfought, Nightjarlark smiling at her with love, Zephyrstorms bright laughter, her friends. She cannot let the kits experience death again this early. Mayhaps this is her trial, even if she won’t able to become leader anymore. Mayhaps StarClan wanted to test her. Then go ahead! She doesn’t care anymore! She can crush them in her way, she would grin and yell. With power surging through her claws, driven by all the fury and passion burning in her veins, she took in a deep breath and dove downwards, aggressively blinking as she tried to locate rocks on the walls on the ground to latch and swim against the monsoon. Her claws hooked into something, than another, and gods forbid she hope these aren’t corpses of cats who had lost their tests of leadership before, but onwards she latched and kicked and struggled, until she saw the moonlight softly lighting up the surface of the water, and with the last bit of her breath she swam, and broke the surface, gasping. She paddled until her claws hit the beach, turning back to view the hole that was Stars Mouth. It has sunken beneath the surface, gone from sight, she wouldn’t have survived if she delayed a single second. And now there’s silence. It is midnight, the moon hung high and everyone is probably asleep by now. And she just sat here dripping and wet. She had heard of what happens with rejected leaders— they die, they get exiled, they got insulted but. But she won’t be like them. Not like them. She can still lead when Dustbunny and Snapdragonstar debates on a new deputy. On the one hand she is buying them time— the last bit of allowance she is going to give her former friend after what she has done, killing him and everything. She can still proxy as leader, sustain her clan, keep it going and running and even if she doesn’t get her lives, she— will— live, she will live. She will outrun her destiny and life, to hope that old age does not take her before time lets her do what she yearned to. To make the best of her clan while she’s temporarily leading them. No matter how much they would hate her now, no matter what they say and yell. Her charm has lost, but she still wears her crown, proud and high, what she can do and continue for. Bellflowercrown. A grin spread across her jaw as she thought of the new name. Bellflowercrown. Not Bellflowerstar, but at least something more fitting for now.