Ｃｌｏｖｅｒｓｔｏｒｍ ❊
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ⊰ THE PASSIVE SOUL ⊱ ▬▬▬▬
❊ gender: female. ❊ age: 20 moons
❊ location: outlook. ❊ feeling: anxious, mournful
❊ tags: open.
Cloverstorm felt her heartbeat quicken as her leaf green eyes looked out on the sea of destruction
that the windclan territory was been reduced to. The once lively moor was flattened, the grass laid
limp and beaten without regard of what might lay within and what little prey that was left was not
nearly enough to sustain the remaining cats of the clan. Monsters continued their relentless barrage,
moving closer and closer to the heart of the territory Flamewhisker was right, she began her
thought, starclan has abandoned us. With a deep breath, Cloverstorm turned away from her
once beloved camp and began to set off towards the in hopes to see how far the damage extended.
At first, the she-cat started with a trot, but as the noise of the monsters drew closer, her paws moved
into a sprint as her hurried to her destination.
Suddenly, paws slipped from underneath the orange and white cat and her small body landed with a thud,
sliding forward from the sudden loss of momentum. The she-cat laid still with her sides heaving and a
twinge running along her side. White paws made no attempt of moving as her mind went blank as it tried
to catch up with reality. Most of her clan was dead, and her kin were no exception to that. All cats either
vanished, or starved from the fleeing prey. Cloverstorm took slow, but deep breath and carefully heaved
herself up, shaking the dirt that had clung to her soft pelt. Just calm down. she told herself with c
losed eyes, getting all worked up will get me nowhere. Get to the Outlook, after that to the Fourtrees.
The she-cat reminded herself with a sigh. With that, she set off once again, carrying on with the Outlook
in her sights.
Cloverstorm approached the Outlook with caution unsure if the twolegs had reached this far into the
moor or not. The wind that seemed to endlessly blow was no help as it scattered sent in every which
direction, making difficult to decipher what was near and what was far. The warrior mentally prepared
herself for what she was about to see. Shifting all her weight to her hind legs, she unsheathed sharp
white claws to burry into the soft soil. Then using all the strength she could muster, Cloverstorm launched
herself forward and onto the rock, scrambling to sink her claws into the hard surface and climb to the
top. Finally, as she made it up top the Outlook she felt a pure stone of dread dropping into the pit of her
stomach. Dull, pastel eyes looked out at an apocalyptic vison of what was once her beloved home. Monsters
ruled under the open sky, devouring everything in their path. There really was no going back; starclan had
abandoned them without warning of what was to come.
A few minutes felt like years to the she-cat. She saw no other cat, no one other than herself. Cloverstorm
could only pray to their reluctant ancestors that the surviving clanmate were alive. There was no telling if
the monsters had already invaded the other clans, and if that happened than surely they would all go the
fourtrees, for it was her last hope. Without wasting a second the she-cat abandoned her home without looking
back, for it was a time for change regardless if she was ready for it or not.
