Yarrowstare/Warrior/30 Moons/Tags: None
Yarrowstare hissed angrily as she heaved herself up from where she was lying. Wet, muddy, and cold, she was in a worse mood than normal. The silver tabby molly was always a bitter cat, not feeling much for those around her, even if they were clanmates. She lost all her kin once she became an apprentice due to an outbreak of yellowcough. She caught the disease herself, but survived with the side-effect of forever having bright yellow eyes and living with a broken heart. Spitefully, she remembered the horrible words her fellow denmates said about her after going in to face the future without her kin. "Weakling" "Fox-heart" "Outsider." All those words floated about her head, causing the molly's pelt to heat up with rage. Shaking her head as if it could clear the terrible thoughts, she looked around at her clanmates and snorted at the pitiful sight that lay before her. The clearing was lined with grieving, wounded and exhausted cats who meant no more to Yarrowstare than a dead fox. Pathetic, the she-cat thought bitterly, all these cats care so much for each other and yet they refuse to start rebuilding camp to make each others lives better. Padding over to a more secluded area of the clearing, she began to clean the mud from her pelt before the hot sun had a chance to dry it. "After finally get this starclan-cursed mud out of my fur," she muttered angrily to herself, "I'll catch a nice, juicy piece of prey just for myself." With that thought lifting her mood slightly, she began to quickly clean her pelt. She was starving!
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Seedwhisker/Elder/144 Moons/Tags: None
Seedwhisker felt as though a heavy rock had been implanted in his chest. Grief struck him in waves every time he looked to a different cat in the soggy clearing. The old tom felt so useless to the situation as he couldn't think of what he could do to help. Seedwhisker, since becoming an elder, had always attempted to make sure every cat in the clan was happy, but there seemed to be no story or joke he could conjure that could raise the clans morale in these dark times. Coming back to reality, the elder shook the thoughts away from his head as a sudden wave of determination ran through him. I may be old, he thought to himself, but it is my duty to help my clan in any way I can. Pushing aside the pain in his joints from the rain and cold, he heaved himself into a standing position and attempted to slip quietly away from his clanmates. "I will go looking around," he whispered to himself, "I'll look for anything that can be useful, whether it be survivors, herbs, or prey." The tabby elders mind now made up, he set off out into the territory to find whatever he could to improve the lives of his clanmates, even if it only helped a little bit.
