!TW! mentions of de-th and suffering =≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠= How… had this happened? How had the wolves taken something so… ethereal? Blissbloom… gone. His flank ripped, leaking onto the camp’s floor as the body was brought in. He was long gone by the time he was taken to camp. Lavender. Lavender. It had once been the herb that gave her light, that gave her hope. Granted her curiosity, gifted her sight into healing. And now it reeked of de-th. The smell concealed Zelkovakit and Geyserkit. Mint was bestowed unto Elkkit as he lay there crumpled. And now, the bl—d stained her paws again. She couldn’t fix anything. She couldn’t fix Shiningwatcher’s injury, and Blissbloom couldn’t make it. Was it Rookpaw’s fault? And now, even more dire lit in the sky. MossClan, the one that began them all, was gone. It was all gone. Every moment, every memory, scattered on the wind. The ancient clan was no more. How could this happen? How could this? How could… How… =≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠=≠= erp Well, that was 1) rushed as frick and 2) really fun to write. Rookpaw’s reaction— and my reaction— to MossClan’s collapse very shocking. I mean, I never thought I’d see the day when a clan fell, and of all three clans, the original clan. Just, wow. That was an insane twist. Anyways, goodnight :D
