⤂ ℂ𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 ⤃
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
For the past few weeks the tom had been watching the dynamics of one of the most prestigious families within WindClan. Willowfur had recently returned to the Clan after nearly two years of being vacant. Needless to say it was a shock for both parties, Startledcrow had moved on and even had a new mate with two litters. Creating a new legacy. Stormyraven probably had been the more welcoming of the litter between Startledcrow and Willowfur. Sandysnake had pretty much ignored his mother, not that he had a great relationship with his father anyways. But what intrigued this bystander was Willowfur, she had changed the most. Green eyes that had once been bright and youthful were now narrowed and filled with insecure aggression. New scars marked her pelt that he knew hadn’t been there before. Skinny and her fur dull, it was obvious that her life in the wilderness had not been kind to her and neither had her family been really accepting of her return. Sparkling amber eyes roamed towards the patrol that was currently returning from an evening hunt, making a trilling sound as he quickened his step towards a young Rockymountain. “Mind if I take that dove off your jaws?” He questioned, tail tip twitching with appreciation as the tomcat handed him the dove.
What could possibly lighten her mood for the evening? Fresh food in her belly.
Cream colored paws carried the tall and muscular tomcat towards Willowfur, his eyes kind when he lowered his neck to place the Dove on the ground. Licking his jaws, Cedarstorm purred softly. “Evening, Willowfur. I don’t know if you remember me, but I am Cedarstorm. I am Toxicshard’s youngest son.” He smiled warmly, their parents had been very close when alive. “I know it might not be much but I wanted to welcome you back to WindClan.” He smiled handsomely.
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⤂ ℂ𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 ⤃
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Plucking the feathers off of the pigeon gave him amusement, feeling the soft downy feathers sticking to his chin but he ignored the sensation before he looked towards Willowfur as she lifted a paw in order to swat at the feathers sticking him. “Don’t let them fly off too far, you are gonna need them.” He chuckled with amusement, moving a large paw to lay them over the light feathers so that the breeze wouldn’t blow all of the away. Humming slightly, the male looked towards Willowfur, nose twitching from plucking the dove, keeping his chin up as she also leaned in to grab a mouthful of feathers and spit the feathers out. Ears twitching before he chuckled. “Leaf-bare had ruined our usual supply of moss, everyone is suffering with the hard nests.” He reassured her that she wasn’t being singled out.
Although he paused as Willowfur questioned him, breathing in slowly and sighing. “Startledcrow is a well respected tom here. Although.. he went through all the judging and alienation that you are going through right now.” He said softly, amber eyes watching her. “The clan did not take well to finding out about the kits he had with you under false pretenses. I personally believe its what led him to stepping down, but he would tell you its the blindness.” Cedarstorm shrugged as he pushed the dove closer to the female so she could have the first bite. “It’s going to be tough at first, but don’t let them beat you down. You are a daughter of Wolfstar and Creméfur. Prove it.” He meowed.
𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓯𝓾𝓻
𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻
Cedarstorm didn’t even flinch at her snappy remark, which was odd. Not only did her Clanmates avoid her because of her reputation, but it was also due to her attitude. Her personality had hardened quite a bit out in the outskirts and Twolegplace. Willowfur grunted and nodded her head slowly. “I wasn’t exactly a spotlight daughter, so we have that in common.” She tried remembering anything more about Cedarstorm other than his name and that he was Toxicshard’s son, but couldn’t come up with anything. Had they even truly talked before? Expression mildly surprised, Willowfur put one front paw over the other. “Was he? I remember him complaining and telling me I was a problem kit.” She chuckled a little, but her eyes grew just a tad softer at the mention of her deceased mentor.
When Cedarstorm lay down at her side with the dove, she watched him curiously and adjusted herself so somewhat face him, arching a brow at the way he was plucking the feathers and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the beard of feathers on his chin. She hummed and reached a paw forward to flick them off. “Yes, actually, I do need feathers. I was given one of the older nests and it’s too compact.” Willowfur leaned forward to help him pluck the dove, their whiskers touching every so often but she didn’t mind. Spitting some feathers out, she blinked up at him. “How bad is it? My reputation? I know many won’t talk to me but I don’t know what they’re saying when I’m gone. Should I even stay?”
⤂ ℂ𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 ⤃
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Clearly it was obvious that Willowfur had been waiting for a sneer but it would not be coming her way. Instead he wanted to make sure she felt welcomed, there wasn’t anything like being alienated. “Of course not. Although I wasn’t exactly a spotlight son.” He purred softly, showing that he didn’t find her comment to be off putting. Honestly, they hadn’t known one another but he definitely knew of her while he was sure his name might’ve been muddled. Chuckling softly, he nodded his head, dark ears twitching. “Oh I remember. My father was really proud of you.” He hummed softly, deep amber eyes softening at the thought of his now deceased father. Looking down at the dove, tail swaying slowly behind him.
Standing, the tomcat lowered his head to pick up the dove, getting closer to the female as he laid the dove before her and moved to where he laid down. “I thought you would never ask.” Cedarstorm purred, tail tip twitching as he began to pluck the feathers off of the birds chest. “These feathers are a lot softer than I expected. Do you need any for your nest?” He questioned, small downy feathers sticking to his chin.
𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓯𝓾𝓻
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓷
Thoughts of uncertainty and doubt were wracking Willowfur’s brain as she lay on the outskirts of the WindClan camp, her tail tip flickering a little anxiously. She hadn’t been back for long, but she still felt like a complete outsider. Even within her own family. Which, she understood, but the ginger she-cat was beginning to wonder if she had made the right decision by returning. It had been awhile since she had left Startledcrow, but it was still a little painful to see him with her very own sister, Heatherpetal. They had kits and seemed so in love, and it was incredibly difficult to get Startledcrow to look at her for more than one second. Maybe if she explained what had happened he would find it within himself to forgive her, and have Sandysnakes forgive and accept her as well but it was becoming increasingly more impossible. Sighing softly, Willowfur turned her head to rasp her tongue over her fur, smoothing down the tufts, her ribs showing from the hard life of being a rogue on her own.
The main reason she had come back to WindClan was to see her son, Russet. However, it appeared StarClan had a plan for her youngest to become the next ThunderClan medicine cat with the name of Russetcreek.It was fitting for him. He had always been too weak when it came to fighting or defending himself. So, what was she still doing here? Willowfur was trying to figure that out herself. Still feeling a little too weak to be of much use to the Clan, the feline had settled on resting for the day and her dull green eyes roamed around the lively camp with a dissociated look.
Hearing pawsteps coming her way, Willowfur turned her chin to narrow her eyes at a handsome, muscular tomcat who looked vaguely familiar, the fur on the back of her neck prickling slightly with wariness. What did he want? She gazed at the dove he dropped in front of her, her ears twitching curiously as the scent of fresh, warm prey filled her senses. His smile was warm and he was purring, which was strange. “Of course I remember you. Our families have always been close. I didn’t lose my memory when I left.” She grunted, but bit her tongue. She needed to be less abrasive. “Sorry, uh… yes, I remember you. Toxicshard was my mentor.” Looking down at the dove, she hummed and dipped her head. “Thank you for the welcome. The first true welcome I’ve been given. Would you like to share it with me? I’m still working up a larger appetite and won’t be able to finish it all.” That, and this was the first time someone seemed to care about her in any form.