H O N E Y W I S P
Honeywisp hadn’t been herself lately.
Ever since she witnessed the gruesomeness of Renly the Ripper’s work firsthand, she had been… Traumatized, for a lack of a better word. She wasn’t like other warriors- used to blood, open wounds, death and other ghastly things that came along with battle, dogs, badgers, two-legs, etcetera. She had always been soft at heart and she never thought that to be a bad thing until recently. Maybe this life wasn’t cut out for her. What use was a warrior that grew faint at the sight of blood, one who couldn’t help in times of need when her Clanmates were dying all around her? She had been having all kinds of doubts lately. Her confidence was shaken.
Her only saving grace right now was her companionship with Darktorrent. The former Clan leader had been checking in on her recently, knowing what she had gone through and how hard she was taking it. If it weren’t for him, she was sure that she would be far more gone than she already was. And as bad as she felt about herself, there was definitely a part of her that was relieved to see her old friend regaining life in his eyes. He deserved that much.
She was grateful for their outings together, even in weather as cold as this. The suggestion to venture out of camp and go on a walk together was something she needed immensely- just some time to get away from everything else that had been overwhelming her lately.