Warrior Cats: A RPG

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Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
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Custom Title: 知恵 || WISDOM
Joined: 5-January 18
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Feb 14 2018, 08:33 PM
Skippingstone had left without a single trace. No goodbye, no farewell, no hintage as to where she was going and why she took off. There was no one to speak to according to the poor woman who saw her own self worth deceased along with the precious children she had lost, there was no one who'd notice her departure and she was fine with that feat. She did not want to drag anyone down because of her actions and desires to disappear and become one with the earth, she wanted to simply rest and allow moss to seep into her eyes and let roots sprout for the spaces within her body that were left empty.

She wanted to be whole.
In her grief and flurry of shame there was no way she could have ever been a suitable warrior to Riverclan, there was no way she would ever be anything but a burden and so when she had informed Foxscar of the children she had failed to provide only to be left in the gutter to wallow and sob, she took this as an opportunity to never come back.

Until now.

Blue furred paws trekked over the clan borders, her coat thickened now with the settling of leafbear,
her fur lacking the scent of stale milk she had used to carry, her belly now had flattened out into that of any average feline, no longer sagging with a womb that was still trying to provide the space needed for a litter, no longer filled with an empty space that screamed of loss and grief.

Upon the borders she stood, angular oriental features scanning over the sights before her, a few extra scars added to her body from the quests she had indulged in her absence, but far less melancholy in her still quite solemn features.

Perhaps at least one person would recognize her.
Jan 6 2018, 06:12 PM
She had news to deliver, news that needed to be spoken of weeks previous to this day but tragedy and emotion had reduced her ability to do such thing down to merely dust and so it had been greatly delayed. The woman who was once a ruthless, noble warrior now walked with shame upon her shoulders and jaded, solemn eyes that stared upon nothing else but the floor as she moved. Grace no longer followed her strides and strength no longer blazed in her stare, to know what could have been, what was meant to happen, it ached tremendously within the pits of her heart because what had happened weeks previous was no accident.
It was a selfish faulty of hers.

She knew Foxscar must have been waiting for his litter, for the children she had promised to bear,
the ones that left her heavy for growing bodies and motherly love that felt like a stranger to the battle-hardened female.
She knew she had left him waiting for long, and now she had to face the truth of what had happened to the children on this man and speak honesty no matter how vile it was.

Far from the Riverclan borders the oriental she-cat made her way to where Foxscar had appointed to meet his kits, the scene where he was meant to choose which one he would keep but today nothing would be taken, nothing would be given over than grief and tragedy.
Seeing the frame of the all too familiar Maine-Coon before her, a sigh quivered from the molly who's belly sagged from the lack of children within a stretched womb and coat still carried the musk of milk which she continued to produce despite being unable to nurse the babies she had delivered.

She would not let herself appear weak.

Paws planting themselves firmly against the ground she stood upon, the queen's head lifted high,
seafoam eyes still clouded with numbness as she offered a firm nod of greeting to the male that had impregnated her and left her with nothing but corpses as children.
Her voice was hardened with an unfeeling tone as huge, bat-like ears perked forth in order to draw all her focus and attention upon what would be the reaction of the brute before her as to seeing no children to choose from like she had promised.
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