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Joined: 20-June 17
Last Seen: Jan 28 2018, 07:52 PM
Local Time: Feb 21 2018, 03:19 PM
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Jan 22 2018, 12:14 AM
It was very rare for Crowspirit to be assigned to a patrol. ThunderClan knew of her solitary behaviors and her tendency to roam the territory. She'd usually bring back a piece of prey or two without being told, but Coalstep apparently just felt like being an ass today. Before she had a chance to escape camp, he'd sent her to find Bubblepool to head out. She tried to use being a queen as an excuse, but he was quick to point out that it didn't stop her from leaving her kits in the nursery alone anyway. Okay, that stung a little. Ass.
"Bubblepool," she mumbled to the other molly once Crow spotted her, "Huntin' patrol." Without waiting for a response, the dark gray molly whirled around and padded out of camp. The sooner this was done with, the better.
Dec 23 2017, 11:52 PM
Just days ago Crowspirit had turned up in ThunderClan's camp again, two little kits following at her heels. They'd been unnamed at the time, but with some helpful suggestions from clanmates, Torchkit and Seakit had been properly named, and Crowspirit had decided to name their deceased sibling Dukekit. It wasn't a conventional name, she knew, but she couldn't imagine a better name than one to honor the rabbit who had been her very dearest friend.
They were settled in the nursery. It had taken much convincing for Crowspirit to accept the idea that she was a queen and needed to act like one, and even then she still disappeared regularly to walk around the territory. She didn't mean to neglect her kits, but she worried that if she was around them too much... well, she knew enough that she wasn't like the other cats in the clan. Torchkit and Seakit deserved better. They deserved a mother who had actually wanted kits in the first place. Sure, Crowspirit felt responsible for them, and she certainly would let no harm befall them, but she wasn't sure she was mother material.
But sometimes she did stick around the nursery longer. She'd already brought prey for the nursery and, upon taking a quick peak outside, had discovered snow was falling in large, slow flakes. The cold wasn't good for kits, but they'd be alright for a little while outside. Crowspirit sat outside the nursery and watched the two. They looked nothing like her, but that was alright. It was better that way.@Seakit@Torchkit
Nov 1 2017, 11:40 AM
She hadn't intended to return so soon. Although 'soon' didn't feel like the right word to use. It'd been four, almost five moons since she had disappeared. And while Crowspirit had wanted to see more of the world, certain... complications arose that brought her back. Did she expect ThunderClan to be happy to see her? No. No doubt they didn't appreciate her wandering off, and already she could hear the murmurs of being called disloyal. But she didn't care. She would fit back in just as she had before, and ThunderClan would just learn to accept her again. She felt confident that they wouldn't turn her away, especially since she came bearing a gift.
Somehow Crowspirit had managed to make it all the way through ThunderClan territory without attracting attention. Were there no patrols out? She'd stopped briefly, hiding her gift in a well-concealed tree stump, then continued on toward camp. The entrance looked mostly as it had when she left. A queasy feeling churned in her stomach. Bait. Was he still there? The little brother she had heartlessly abandoned? But she knew he was in good paws. ThunderClan would take care of him, just as they had her. And what about Duke? Hopefully he hadn't been eaten yet. That would be quite unfortunate. Was Silverstar still leader? Coalstep still deputy? How big were there kits? Had Foxpaw returned?
There was only one way to find out.
Crowspirit padded into camp and stood at the entrance. She was home.@Elmo
Aug 25 2017, 11:32 PM
Crowspirit had been feeling many things lately; something highly unusual for the young warrior. Her emotions typically consisted of just a few select varieties; passive, vague, and weird. The change frightened her, and frightened was not one of her three traits. Frightened, caring, loyal. None of those things had been introduced to her when she was a kit, and so as she grew she simply became immune to them. ThunderClan had done this to her. And so, she made the decision that made the least amount of sense; she was leaving.
It was hard to pinpoint why she was leaving. Perhaps to retain some form of the ambiguity she desired, or perhaps to explore the world as she had always wanted to. Moons ago, when she was still an apprentice, Crowspirit had confided in Duke about her dreams of leaving. He'd probably forgotten about that conversation, or had pushed it off as a young cat wanting to do stupid things, but it was a real dream. ThunderClan territory was not enough to satisfy her curiosity, and even the surrounding areas had never quite brought enough intensity to her lifestyle. She wanted to live.
She thought again to the new feelings. The loyalty. Bait had appeared so suddenly, and almost immediately upon discovering they were blood she had felt a certain kinship. A tie that she didn't want to break. But she hadn't wanted it to form in the first place. Loyalty was dangerous. She was not loyal to ThunderClan; they had taken her in, and so she worked for them, but her debts were paid off numerous times over.
And then there was caring. Just yesterday Crowspirit had been about to head out on patrol with Southskies, Hyenapaw, and Duke. The rabbit had struck a nerve within her-- a first. She was not one to get offended by anything, much less a simple joke. But that wasn't it. As she had walked away, Duke had called after her. He loved her. Those words were not new to her ears, but they had never been directed at her before. Love was a game too dangerous for her to play.
As Crowspirit stood on the border, she thought back to her friends. Duke. She would miss him terribly, even if he was an annoying piece of prey. He'd been the first to reach out and try to connect with her, and while their friendship had not been normal, she had valued it nonetheless. Spartan would be missed to, but it would take just an hour to forget him. They were not friends. And there was Nelson, who, despite being a stupid dog, she would cherish for at least a few weeks.
Lastly, there was Bait. He'd arrived so recently, and Crowspirit had been avoiding him. How was she supposed to act? She did not regret her decision to leave, but she did feel guilty. Was she abandoning her brother just as their mother had abandoned them in turn?
No. She was not Haylie. Bait had come to ThunderClan on his own. He was old enough to take care of himself, and Crowspirit had absolutely no obligation to feel responsible for him. He was just another clanmate.
In her mind, Crowspirit had imagined a moving scene where she would look back longingly over her shoulder as she departed, giving a tight smile to her closest friends who had gathered to bid her farewell. She would promised to bring them souvenirs from her ventures. No such fantasy would happen. Instead, she willed herself to move forward and did not look back. Onyx soared above her, flying in tight circles so as not to get too far away from his spirit-companion. Her life was ending and beginning. One day she would return, but not as Crowspirit. Traveling changed a person.
//this was originally closed, because Crow is gone from the territory and won't be found, but then I reopened it for reactions if anyone wants to post//
Aug 12 2017, 02:26 PM
The mission had both been a failure and a success. Crowspirit led the patrol back to ThunderClan's camp. Only one kit swung from her jaws, but it was one more than they'd had previously. They'd been found before they were able to get Arctickit unfortunately, and had only just managed to escape with Ember. Their sides were littered with wounds of varying degrees of severity. Crowspirit herself was not in dire need of medical care, but she would have new scars from the mission.
Upon entering camp, Crowspirit set Emberkit down, "Silverstar!"
she yowled, then added on, "Coalstep!"@Silverstar