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May 15 2018, 07:16 PM
Swiftshadow patrolled borders regularly. She was a huntress first and a soldier second, but the instinct to find her mate was stronger than ever. Shock had given way to grief. Desperation clawed its way in at the worst of times. If she wasn't training Tumblepaw, she was moving. If she wasn't checking in on Polkastrike and Berrypaw, she was patrolling. If Paleblossom and Sageleaf weren't soothing her frayed nerves, Swiftshadow could not stay still.

It felt like she'd left a permanent ring around WindClan's moors. Her paws had passed these same borders over and over again. She could not go hunting for Sunfang without a lead. She couldn't beg permission of her leader without something to help her.

It was understandable. It was frustrating. It was unbearable to the point of being physically nauseating.

Swiftshadow stopped, unseen in the shadows of the long grass and heather that disguised her. Her dark, tortoiseshell pelt was a blessing now. Gold eyes locked to the figure of a cat up ahead, but the figure hadn't moved. He stood, waiting on their border like a statue. Telegraphavenue, the medicine cat with the strangest name of the Clans- and some of the others were unusual indeed -looked petrified. He was crying.

"Telegraph?" Swiftshadow called uneasily, uncertain. He wasn't threatening, far from it, but experience had taught her a lot about expectations. This was Paleblossom's friend, same as Midnighttheater was. Medicine cats were the exception to the divides between Clans. Stepping out of the grasses, the little tortoiseshell lifted her muzzle to show her face more clearly to the equally timid ThunderClan tom.
Apr 28 2018, 07:40 PM
@Sunfang Darkglory

Swiftshadow tucked her dark nose into the warmth of her own fur, curled into a tight ball in the nest she shared with Sunfang. Behind her, Polkastrike's nest lay empty. Her brother was still hunting on the moors. Sunfang would be returning soon, she hoped, for the moss felt colder without him near.

The little tortoiseshell still felt dwarfed by the expanse of the warriors den. It wasn't the same, cluttered comfort that she'd found in the medicine den with Paleblossom all those moons ago. The moss didn't smell sweet and bitter with the herbs stored behind them. The air was full of soft breathing and gentle snores at almost any hour- never the contemplative silence she was used to or the soft giggles from the she-cats who'd called it home. How Crowpaw had lingered in the background, ill but still warming to the Clan who'd taken him in.

She sighed softly, pained for the loss of what she knew but hopeful for the future she was building. She had an apprentice. Sunfang, Polkastrike, and Magneticmountain all had apprentices, too. Brindleflower's kits were growing fast and learning faster. Sageleaf was home again.

The tortoiseshell wearily closed her eyes. Just to rest, until the warmth of her wildcat mate could curl around her. The other half of her fragile heart. If her breathing evened a little further than she'd intended, soothed by the faded scent of Sunfang in the moss, it was no great loss to Swiftshadow.
Mar 20 2018, 07:57 PM
Swiftpaw lay with her head on her paws, curling her tail tightly against her flank as she moped. It felt like such a silly thing to do, lying about when there was work to be done. She just needed some time, and the bustling noise of camp felt like too much right now. She hadn't gone far from the center of camp, instead choosing to curl up on a grassy knoll just beyond the nursery and the rise behind it. The faint voices of kits was still audible in her ears, though none of them had wandered near.

She flattened her ears, trying to block the noise. They'd all lost so much in recent moons, and it stung like nettles in her throat to know that the loss this time was her own. She felt selfish to wish that it had never happened. Crowpaw had been suffering for some time, and he was finally at peace. But he was still dead, and the hole he left behind was painful.

Polkastrike had returned more quickly to duty. She was taking some extra time, but she knew that soon she'd have to follow. They wouldn't get much time together, given all the demands on a Clan with so many mouths to feed and few to feed them. It was exhausting and stressful.

She missed her little brother.
Mar 13 2018, 10:27 AM
[[ This thread is retroactive to before Swiftpaw's disappearance when she leaves to find Magneticpaw.
@Polkastrike ]]

Swiftpaw sat still and straight-backed as the tress that stood across the moor. Sageleaf's disappearance had been difficult for all of them, but it had not been the only tragedy to strike their Clan. As the thawing snow had born trickling streams and was breathing new life into the moor, one life had slowly trickled with it.

Crowpaw of WindClan had died in the early morning, able to see the last of the sun's light through the entrance to their shared den. He had been sick for moons, almost unchanged since his time as a kit, but the illness had persisted too long. He was supposed to get better. He was an apprentice, but had yet to achieve the same training as his sister. He was bright-eyed and gentle-hearted, but never earned the same honour as their brother Polkastrike.

He'd been with her through everything. They'd stood side-by-side through everything Adderstrike had put them through, had done to them and deprived them of. Crowpaw, then Crow's Wing, had been the only source of love she'd ever known before WindClan. She'd coaxed, pleaded and diverted their father away from him. They'd taught each other to hunt, and she protected him fiercely. She'd loved him fiercely, as any sister should.

And when his shaky, wet breathing had stilled, it was all Swiftpaw could do to keep her face buried against his pelt. Her own breath felt too loud in her ears, echoing in the silent space where her brother's voice should have been. Curled close to Crow for the last time, Swiftpaw broke.
Mar 5 2018, 01:32 AM
Days had passed since Magneticpaw's disappearance.The sun had risen and set several times with no sign of the lanky serval apprentice, and worry had stolen its way into the hearts of WindClan all over again. Sageleaf had been found and lost. Now Magneticpaw had been taken. But in the wake of their losses Swiftpaw was finding herself more frustrated than grieving. She was worried about her eagle-hunting partner, but she couldn't shake the itch to go after him.

It was foolish. It was probably suicidal. And yet, Sunfang had gone after Sageleaf. More than once, given how often he'd disappeared from camp to search for her. And the idea had been sewn in her mind since then. She'd only left WindClan territory once since her return, and that had been to hunt rabbits with Polkastrike. Could she risk leaving again?

She decided she'd have to. Paleblossom and Brindleflower would be inconsolable. Sunfang was stressed beyond reach of her comfort: she didn't know how to help any of them. Except to mimic what her lover had chosen before.

She had slipped from the territory day after day, covering her tracks with the scent of sweet grasses near the border. It was a long trek, she'd discovered that first day. She quickly learned to leave early, and pace herself enough to hunt on her return. She would go 'hunting' late in the morning, disguising her departure with the scent of sweet grasses by the border, and return later with scuffed pads and fresh kills. It made for painfully long days, but so far no one had questioned her apparent dedication to her training. No one was in the state of mind to ask. After all, there was nothing unusual about Swiftpaw being quiet or absent of social gatherings anymore.

Until she didn't come home again.

The moment she thought she had his scent, Swiftpaw would abandon all pretence of turning back for the night. She couldn't afford to lose his trail, and so she could not afford to leave. It made her heart burn to leave WindClan behind her, but she trusted that she'd have a home to go back to when she was through. It was why she hadn't told Sunfang or Polkastrike, after all. Neither tom would've let her go alone. Both toms were needed to protect their Clan. It was a simple decision, even if it hurt her to do it. She promised herself she'd come home to them, and hopefully with Magneticpaw in tow.

[[ /out ]]
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