"There’s something beyond the territories and all three Clans are too STUPID to look. And, had he not been of our blood, I’d /curse/ the day Sorastar became leader and forgot what leading meant.” “…he was never fit to be a deputy. Look at what he— no, /THEY/— are all doing to the Clans!” All things Splendorstake had said during the two's last conversation. Now, Kiteinferno stood at the grave, jaw clenched, knees shaking. She was gone. First Serenademarvel, who'd been like a brother. Now Splendorstake was dead. An idol. A friend. An aunt. FAMILY. Dropping like flies at this point. Gone. Struck down. Had this been Splendorstake's punishment for daring to speak out? Well. He'd have to speak out enough for the both of them. Kiteinferno dipped storm's head one last time to Splendorstake, turning away. The grass stirred in his wake, whispering, change. Change. Kiteinferno paused, tilting storm's head up to the sky. Splendorstake had wanted change. Wanted the Clans to changed. Wanted them to know there was more out there. Past the trees, past the seas, past the fields. He took a breath and continued onwards. He'd make SURE there was change. Past the sand. Chaos's legacy, continued. Past the trees. Storm reached the border with the unclaimed territories, staring out at it. Were there really beasts out there? What would happen to the Clans when they found out? Well, hopefully it wouldn't be much longer till they did. Past the Clans.
"Nothing … malicious. Not at all. Just a talk, right?” caps tw and stuff
