" malice shall corrupt reality,
and turn blood on blood
for a rotting wait of revenge "
There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of t...
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With the sun beginning to rise over the hills, Lynxpaw emerged from the empty elder's den where they were assigned to stay. Her muzzle twitched as she blinked rapidly, attempting to fight off the stinging rays of the sun. She shook her dusted pelt and adjusted herself outside the den, sitting and drawing her tongue over her ruffled pelt.
Normally, the apprentice would remain on high alert, never pausing to ease her messy pelt. The confines of HeathClan felt safe though, for as the cats emerged from their dens and borrows they all shared an amiable dip of their heads with Lynxpaw. They were benevolent and respected the former RidgeClanners, which didn't shock Lynxpaw at all. It was a reality she could have predicted, but still she found it impossible to be a reality she would adore.
Before she could ponder on the her mixed emotions, her ears angled back towards the elder's den. Lynxpaw peered sideways to watch as Pebblestep and Mottledpaw emerged, the mollies grinning as the harsh rays of the sun warmed their stained pelts. Pebblestep yawned and leaned forward, outstretching her forepaws as Mottledpaw turned to acknowledge Lynxpaw.
"Oh, Lynxpaw! Nightfrost told me to tell you that he'd be with Robinwing in the medicine cat den," Mottledpaw chirped, flashing the molly a delicate grin. "Robinwing himself is a great medicine cat. He treated our words so quickly last night I was still able to catch some rest!"
She seems happier, Lynxpaw noted, her ears twitching. "Thanks, Mottledpaw," Lynxpaw replied, dipping her head to the calico.
"No problem," Mottledpaw purred, before she whirled around on her paws to face Pebblestep. "Let's wake the others and see what patrols we can help out with around here!"
Pebblestep nodded, casting Lynxpaw a glance and a friendly smile before she followed Mottledpaw back into the den. They all seem a little lighter on their paws already, Lynxpaw thought, clenching her teeth. I want to feel that way, but it feels weird. Why try to not worry when there's so much to fret about?
Lynxpaw swallowed her thoughts and turned to scan her gaze across the camp. Through the clearing now littered in waking cats, she could spot the medicine cat den close to the mound where Mousestar made announcements. Her tail flicked and the spotted molly padded forward, easing her way through multiple cats with a light murmur to excuse herself.
Approaching the medicine cat den, Lynxpaw inhaled a quick breath. Usually she would need to adjust her mind for serious conversation, threaded in talks of peril and the future, but now with just a few days of absolute bloodshed, it felt entirely normal. Her ears folded against the back of her head and she could feel her heart ache, as if it was swelling and throbbing, barely able to pulse correctly. There was only so much her growing brain could handle, but with many losses and terrible events webbed to her brain she was walking with heavy shoulders and thorn-embedded paws.
The molly entered the den, uplifting her ears that angeled towards Nightfrost and Robinwing's presence. The two were conversing quietly as Robinwing organized herbs. A serious expression was printed over her mentor's face, while Robinwing's eyes were glossy with worry and anxiety. The medicine cats crooked their heads instantly to spot Lynxpaw, Robinwing forcing a friendly smile over his face.
