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Subject: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Fri 13 Jan 2023 - 8:15
The territory still looked ruined. There was still a gigantic crack in the ground, which had destroyed the tunnels and scared away the prey. Or perhaps that was what the twolegs had done, with their sudden appearance and horrid noises. Their monsters had trampled the grass, the air still holding a tinge of an acrid stench from their existence. Shrikestar hated it, but at least they were home. The camp itself seemed mostly untouched, safe from the ravaging paws of the twolegs. As he led his clan back to their home, he took a look around, soaking it in. They were home. Away from Highstones, away from ShadowClan. For how long that would last, he didn't know, but he would relish the time he had with his mate and their new litter. However, there was still a meeting to be held.
"All cats gather beneath the Tallrock for a clan meeting!" It felt good to give the old call again, but he omitted the need to run the moors. Every cat needed to be there to hear his words. "We are finally home, and I could not be more grateful to StarClan for lighting our path here once again. However..." He took a deep breath. It wasn't in his nature to be angry, or to be rude, but sometimes a leader needed to be those things to set an example. "I am disappointed and humiliated by some of your actions since our alliance began with ShadowClan. Trespassing on other's territory, disobeying my commands, attacking a ShadowClan cat in the middle of camp. I know your mentors taught you better than that. Do I have to remind my seasoned warriors about the Warrior Code? I should hope I do not. Any more infractions will be met with serious consequences. Do not say I did not warn you. Amberstone, Russetrye, Silverwing, I wish to see you three in my den. Now." With that, he turned around and stormed into his den, the annoyance from having to talk to his clan like that palpable in the clearing.
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Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Fri 13 Jan 2023 - 12:06
Russetrye’s heart was heavy.
Despite the knowledge that they were finally, finally coming home- she could barely muster the energy to put one paw in front of the other. The red-pelted she-cat plodded into camp with her tail dragging. When had everything gone wrong- oh, she knew. The moment she’d decided to run after Amberstone. When Nightstar and Locustcall had attacked, when Silverwing repaid the favor and yet she didn’t want her to, and what was the point of so-called devotion when she wouldn’t even listen- Russetrye’s head rose slowly at Shrikestar’s call. The young molly padded over, sitting underneath the Tallrock with the rest of the Clan. Despite herself, even the golden sunlight gleaming on her home’s shape failed to lift her spirits.
And then- and then Shrikestar began to speak, and his tone and words cut deeply, and maybe if she’d had enough energy to do so Russetrye would’ve had to blink back tears- but as it was, she simply sat and gazed at him, unable to shake the dull look from her eyes. What else could she have done. What else could she have possibly done. Obediently, the red-pelted she-cat padded after Shrikestar, pausing just inside his den and dipping her head in respect, electing not to speak until asked to do so. Normally, perhaps, she would’ve rushed to vindicate herself- but for now, Russetrye just felt tired.
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Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Fri 13 Jan 2023 - 12:47
Amberstone was happy to be back officially in familiar territory. Her injuries were mostly healed, or at least well enough she could manage herself. When Shrikestar called a clan meeting it wasn't exactly a surprise. She sat under the rock and paid attention. She didn't actually expect the meeting to take the turn that it did though and she felt her heartbeat quicken.
Oh Starclan foxing stars-cursed it... Her jaw clenched, but she dutifully got to her feet and followed Shrikestar into his den. The camp was going to need to be cleaned up too. Oh joy, her favorite activity. Without any indication of how she was feeling on her face, Amberstone sat wherever Shrikestar indicated that he wanted her. As much as her tail wanted to lash in agitation, she kept it under control.
"Yes, Shrikestar?" Her tone was calm and polite, though there was absolutely a part of her that wanted to argue.
Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Fri 13 Jan 2023 - 17:12
Adderdawn
The walk from Highstones was quiet and, despite the short distance from crag to moorland, surprisingly long. Maybe it was the fact Adderdawn spent more time laying on the rocks than stretching his legs lately, fallen back into old habits. Or maybe it was the combined weight of his own cold emotions and the crackling tension shared by the rest of the Clan. Adderdawn's tail flickered with agitation as he thought on it, and he drifted closer to Flutterpetal. He'd never let his interests cross into Clan politics, and mostly did not have the energy to give to it. However much their alliance with ShadowClan bothered him (and others), there was no frustration left for him to spend on it. So– he didn't.
He didn't, until Nightstar and his leering companion dragged two WindClan warriors back to Highstones, both mangled, the opposing leader throwing his weight around and calling relations off. The dark tom seemed a terror, and Adderdawn was quietly grateful that, if Shrikestar had those inclinations, he was at least quiet about them. What a pain it must be for Honeylight, to live under that brute.
As the Clan filtered into their camp– blessedly untouched, unlike the rest of their home –Adderdawn stayed close to his brother, ready to follow the other tom wherever his paws carried him across camp. But no sooner than the last of their Clanmates had arrived, Shrikestar was mounting the Tallrock and bellowing summons. Ears flattening, Adderdawn turned his attention towards their leader. Finally home, grateful to StarClan... was that all this would be, a little prayer and celebration that they were sound? The large tabby trailed into a however, and Adderdawn felt his muscles tightening at the way Shrikestar's features darkened. The sentence following made his heart beat so fast the little tom was worried it might fall out of his chest.
His claws flexed, raking through the soft sand underpaw. Disappointed, in them? What all had happened in the last few seasons– stars, in the last few days –that Shrikestar had done anything about? Maybe Adderdawn had just been too far gone, stuck in his own rotten feelings to notice, but their leader had done nothing except hand their allegiance away while warriors died around him. Before he knew it, Shrikestar was disappearing into his den, and Adderdawn was leaping to his paws to shove his way through the crowd, briefly blinded by his contempt.
"Coward!" He cried after Shrikestar's retreating form, tail lashing behind him. Amberstone and Russetrye passed him, the latter looking especially dismayed. Though he was not close with her, the sight of the weary, wounded she-cat only stoked the fury in his chest. Whatever Shrikestar had summoned them for, Adderdawn hoped his screeching would ruin every second of it. "What did you do when your warriors were dying, Shrikestar? Making sure extra warriors followed patrols, issuing orders to never leave camp alone– did you do anything like that? Or were you content to watch the mate and kits Coyotegrin had before you die to foxes while you did nothing?
Did you think giving us away to ShadowClan would fix our problems for us? Were you hoping Nightstar would valiantly cross our borders with stars atop his head to do all the work you refuse to? We weren't even getting anything from that excuse of an alliance!" Adderdawn paused to take a breath, spat, and barreled forth. "And when Nightstar shows up to camp dragging two of our warriors half-dead, you do nothing except puff out your fur and flex your claws while he threatens the Clan you are in charge of! You looked at Amberstone, at Russetrye, and cowed to him." Adderdawn's chest was heaving. He would need a moment to recover his breath, when his mouth decided he was done. "And Silverwing, too. What's the use in involving her? What did she do, except defend her Clanmates, show some of the courage and devotion you clearly lack? Nightstar and his friend were cruel, and every cat that saw those two knows it. Those aren't the wounds you get from a regular border skirmish. But," The words felt searing against his tongue. Speaking so openly against his leader, the eyes of all the Clan burning against his back... it was hard not to wonder if StarClan was coming for him next, even though he was far from the worst cat in the forest. "I'd rather live under Nightstar than a cat that just rolls over and offers his throat. At least I know he would actually defend the Clan."
With another spit, Adderdawn's head whipped to look at the crowd– mistake. For a second, all the rage in him pulsed out, replaced by cold terror. He felt he looked dumb, throwing such a tantrum and then just standing there, wide-eyed and shaking as he faced the Clan. But as he scanned the crowd, he realized one of the summoned cats hadn't joined Shrikestar's den yet. Silverwing. Swinging his attention back towards the leader's den, Adderdawn marched to it, blocking the entrance with as much of himself as he could. "If you want Silverwing to join you three, get her yourself. At least Amberstone and Russetrye can get put on elder duty for trespassing, but you will not reprimand a warrior with actual value." A shudder went through him as some of the red haze of rage left his vision and he could focus more clearly on his Clanmates. That cold fear returned to his chest, but Adderdawn only swallowed against it, quieting the nerves that followed his outburst.
Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Fri 13 Jan 2023 - 22:34
When she had returned from escorting Nightstar from their side of the rocks she had a stone-cold expression on her maw. Her face was void of emotion besides the tears she cried for her stillborn sibling. The calico stayed close to her family, offering to do anything she could for them. Her siblings would make it to the moors no matter what.
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The aching of her paws was second in her mind to the tension that hung in the air so thick she could cut it with a claw. She kept her head down for most of the journey, only pausing to make sure Coyotegrin and the kittens were faring well. Kestrelkit hung from her jaws or perched upon her back, the now eldest of Coyotegrin's kits, she had to admit that every moment she spent with the kits was filled with happiness. Their joy and delight at the simplest things were infectious. It was as if the longer she stayed near them, all worries about the rest of the world crumbled away.
As they entered the camp, she inhaled deeply, the scent of heather filling her senses and grounding her. Stars..finally.. After a while she had wondered if they were ever going back. But as the rest of the clan filtered in behind them, the realization set in that they truly were home. Hopefully, this time, permanently.
She gently set the tom on the sand beneath her, positioning Kestrel between her paws and giving him a soft lick on the top of his sandy-colored head, a purr rumbling in her throat. "We're home." she murmured to him, glancing behind her to confirm her mother was close. The she-cat made a mental note to assist with fixing up her parent's den everyone got settled, she'd hunt down any remaining wool that was left behind to weave into her mother's nest. Nothing was more comforting than a good night's rest, that was for sure.
Sleepyhollow's ears pricked as her father's voice shattered her reverie. Her ears flattened to her skull as he reprimanded them she half expected her own name to be called amongst her clanmates, but she couldn't help but feel relieved when it wasn't called.
What happened next felt like a dream.
Coward!
Sleepyhollow lept to her paws, taking care as to not jostle Kestrelkit, and snarled at Adderdawn, her fangs glinting in the light. How dare he speak to her father like that. After he protected them through the Great Shake. Tail lashing behind her she stood strongly amongst the crowd, a few npcs taking steps away from her as her growl ripped through the air. "Call him a coward again." she urged, her calm and sickly sweet voice the antithesis of her body language and the fire within her eyes. But as she remembered the child under her paws she bit her tongue. And hard. Hard enough she tasted the familiar metallic tang of blood. She wouldn't lash out. Couldn't.
This guy was delusional. Completely and utterly delusional. Sleepyhollow forcefully spat the blood from her mouth onto the ground next to her as she listened to Adderdawn continue. With every word that exited his mouth, the red haze of rage started to creep into her vision. No one talked to her family like that. But when he had finished, she saw Adderdawn shake and swallow in fear and she let out a hollow laugh. Adder spoke these words, confidently in a fit of rage and then all that was left of a seemingly strong warrior was a scared kit. Drop me off the Gorge if I ever shake after voicing my opinions. After taking a minute to take a few deep breaths, the only thing keeping her calm being the kit in her paws, she laughed again. Though this laugh was more lifeless than the last. Her whiskers twitched and her maw curled into a saturnine smile as she sat back down, tail curling around Kestrelkit as she prepared for the inevitable arguing that would ensue after Adderdawn's lovely speech..
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Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Sat 14 Jan 2023 - 11:38
Coyotegrin was close behind Sleepyhollow on the journey back to the camp. Normally, this trip would hardly have been a struggle. But after the birth only a few days prior, her body struggled with the move. On top of that, she was carrying the fox pelt on her back and Jaykit in her mouth. When they finally crossed the boundary, she gentle set her son down and shrugged the pelt down. Plopping down next to her son, she let out a deep breath. Finally, they were home. Shrikestar and herself had discussed when they should leave and what to do about the three cats responsible for the alliance falling. In all her wisdom of the clan, Coyotegrin this would not end well. But as Adderdawn screamed out to Shrikestar, calling him a coward, she jolted up. He screamed and screamed as she flattened her ears more. Sleepyhollow called him out... It was all too much. The kits didn't need to see this. Standing up, careful not to joust Jaykit, she met Adderdawn's eyes with her own disappointed gaze and a shake of her head. She wasn't mad, just disappointed in him.
"Sleepyhollow, help me get the kits settled in the nursery, please." Taking Jaykit in her maw gently once more, she started stalking to the nursery.
"When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire."
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Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Sat 14 Jan 2023 - 13:19
The journey back from Highstones had been too quiet for her liking, but with all that had happened recently it was only expected. She had done something foolish not once but twice, and now she feared that a shadow of war was slowly closing in on Windclan because of her actions. Shrikestar hadn't said anything about that yet, and if she was lucky it would stay that way. It was hard for Silverwing to not steal glances at the cats around her as they made their way home. They were all so tired, especially Russetrye. Something in the silver she-cat stopped her from approaching her old apprentice, fearing whatever she might have to say.
Finally, finally they were back home! A slight bit of tension faded from the she-cat as she plopped down on the sand, absolutely loving every moment that she was here and not on the hard stony surface of Highstones. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep for an eternity, but Shrikestar had taken his place on the Tallrock, shouting for everyone to listen. Immediately Silverwing sat up straight, ears perked in the leader's direction so that she wouldn't miss a single word. At first his speech had been fine, a blessing to Starclan for guiding them home, and then it took a turn. Disappointed, humilitated, Silverwing knew that those words couldn't possibly be meant only for her, but they way he said them and his next few points only made fear settle in the she-cat as she continued to listen. Her name, he had called for her along with the other two cats that had been attacked. Silverwing didn't have to wonder why she was being called, and knew that whatever punishment Russetrye and Amberstone would receive, hers would be double, or triple, or... worse.
Silverwing didn't want to move from her little spot in camp, she didn't want to follow Shrikestar and get yelled at for something so stupid, she didn't want to get in trouble so soon after returning to her home. So she didn't. Silverwing sat in place for a long moment, watching as the tails of two more cats disappeared in Shrikestar's den. Coward, a word meant for Shrikestar but felt attracted to her. Fear enveloped her, trying to stake the she-cat to the ground, but Adderdawn's screeching had been slowly putting her at ease, in an odd way. It gave Silverwing the smallest bit of confidence, small enough that Silverwing knew if she did not stand now, she never would. Forcing herself to pad toward the den, she listened to more of what Adderdawn had to say, wincing with every word. Courage and devotion? She had attacked a Shadowclan warrior out of spite and anger, there was no defense in the situation being referenced, only a senseless assault on a member of Shadowclan. She should have been smarter about how she had handled that, but seeing Russetrye crying had just... No, no excuses.
Before Silverwing could join the others waiting for her, Adderdawn blocked her path. A warrior with actual value. Those words meant entirely too much to her, though it hurt to realize that even if Adderdawn had actually meant them, those words were farther from the truth than he ever could have expected. Still, she couldn't help the smile that split her face at his words. "Thank you Adderdawn," came a low voice. "but please step aside. A punishment has been long overdue, and I'd hate to see you get dragged into this." Silverwing had let herself hope that her initial cross-border trip would be forgotten, smoothed away with the 'apology' to Harechaser, but there was no more running from the consequences, especially with her most recent attack. Silverwing waited patiently for the black tom to move before slipping into Shrikestar's den, head held high despite the fear that still lingered in and around her.
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Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Sat 14 Jan 2023 - 19:28
Shrikestar had been annoyed, that much was certain. That much could be ascertained by his speech. To hear one of his own warriors call out to him, scream at him that he was a coward, that was too much to bear. He heard Adderdawn's words with increasing anger, his tail whipping above the ground. Though he tried to hold the anger in, it spilled out as he jumped off the Tallrock, stalking towards Adderdawn, getting right in the warrior's face. "Coward?" he hissed. "You know nothing of leading a clan, Adderdawn. You know nothing about what I do every day to keep this clan safe. I mourn every death harder than you will ever know or understand. I have the weight of this entire clan on my shoulders, and it is my burden to carry." Though anger seeped through each word he spoke, he was at least able to keep himself quiet. That meant his words were for only Adderdawn's ears.
"This alliance was for us, for the strength of our clan. I do not do things just for the fun of it. Now it has all been torn to shreds, and for what? Pride, you say? I see no pride in what has happened here. Just the foolishness of young warriors." He would have said more, but Silverwing took that moment to come up and make her presence known. Despite Adderdawn's claims, she still entered the den, awaiting her own punishment. "You're dismissed, Adderdawn." A different leader may have banished the brash young warrior for his words, but somewhere in his mind, Shrikestar remembered himself at a younger age. He remembered the words he spoke to his own leader, to nearly getting banished himself for actions he took. An act of mercy was not an act of weakness. So he turned and returned to the Tallrock, going into his den to face his three warriors.
"What you three have done was incredibly reckless. You have caused our clan to be seen as rule breakers, that we galavant off however we please. I know you know better than that." The anger inside him was slowly simmering down. It was clear some punishment had been dealt, if Russetrye's expression was any indication. "We do not have to respect every cat that lives in the forest, but we must respect the rules that StarClan has bestowed upon us. That means no trespassing on other clans' territories. Amberstone, Russetrye, you will both be stripped of your warrior names for the time being. You will return to apprentice duties until I see fit to restore your ranks. You may leave now." He waited until the two warriors had left before turning towards Silverwing. He had to speak with her alone.
"Silverwing, the actions you took are quite severe. Attacking a ShadowClan warrior not once but twice, and now the alliance we worked hard to cultivate has been destroyed." It wasn't entirely her fault for what had happened, but clearly her actions had put undue burden on the alliance between the two clans. It was untenable now. "I never wanted to do this. I've never had to do this, but I feel I have no choice anymore. Silverwing, from this moment forward you are no longer a warrior of WindClan. I've no choice now but to exile you." He took a deep breath, hating the words he had to say. This wasn't what he wanted. To lose another warrior... but examples had to be made. Already there were cats out there that were trying to stand up to his leadership, to call him as less than the nine lives he had been given by his ancestors. He would not allow his clan to fall to pieces. Not anymore. He had seen enough instability and death from within to last all nine of his lives. "You may say goodbye to anyone you wish, then I will escort you to the border. Where you go from there is your choice. Despite it all, Silverwing, may StarClan continue to light your path."
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Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Sat 14 Jan 2023 - 23:26
The journey had been greuling, but they had finally made it home.
Having been near the back of the group huffing and puffing along the way, Fuzzface stepped into the sandy clearing, taking in the new surroundings, and promptly sat down where he stood. He'd been told of what to expect and what the camp looked like, or well what is should look like, and well, the warrior wasn't quite impressed or disappointed. The hollow was surrounded by tall grass, gorse bushes, and heather, and it was cozy, to an extent. He assumed the rock sitting tall about everything else was the Tallrock that he'd been told about, and brush-covered dens lined the outskirts of camp. Opening his maw, there was a strange scent to the air and he wasn't quite sure if it was the lingering scent of Twolegs or maybe this is what WindClanners really smelt like, but whatever it was from he knew he'd get used to it.
Not being able to get settled into the camp any longer than a few moments, the plump warrior's ears perked at Shrikestar's call. A meeting now? Maybe he was going to welcome them all home and tell them to get some sleep.
On the contrary.
Ears pinned back against his head, he listened as the leader began to reprimand some of the clan for their recent actions having to do with ShadowClan. So much for a warm welcome home.
Turning his gaze to Silverwing who'd been summoned by him, he tilted his head in a curious manner. What had she done that he needed her for? Her overall skills as a mentor had been questioned by multiple cats when he'd been an apprentice, and to this day he wasn't quite sure why. She seemed alright and had done a fine job teaching him what she could, so what was the issue? Well, whatever it was, he'd let that stay his clanmate's problem.
Within moments, the clearing erupted into a fury of spitting and hissing. Looking around, he watched as Shrikestar combatted one of the warriors, making quick work of the conversation before retreating to his den with the cats he'd requested following behind. Well, while they were chatting about who knows what, he supposed that he might as well get settled in a bit. Standing up, he began to inch his way towards the pile of prey that they'd brought over from Highstones. Some of it looked to be on the verge of going bad and someone needed to help get rid of it. He certainly wouldn't want the elders or queens getting sick from old prey, that was for sure.
Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Sun 15 Jan 2023 - 5:51
Eaglekit snuggled into his new home of the nursery by his mothers side. The voices yelling at each other were muffled in here and he didn’t understand all that yelling yet anyways. It was nice and warm in here and his mother and siblings were here that was all that mattered for now as he curled up into a cute little ball and fell asleep tired from the long trip even though for most of it he got carried it was a lot more than kittens usually did
Batsong was in a state of exhaustion, so many injuries and moves their clan had to make back and forth and all over it felt nice to be home. She wanted nothing more than to get all her herbs settled back in her den and then tend to any one who needed it and then she wanted to take a long rest and try to forget a lot of the things awful things that had happened. But as of bad luck had joined their journey back, arguing broke out almost immediately. She looked wearily over as adder fell into a complete meltdown and took it out on shrikestar for whatever reason. Her ears flicked as she shook her head a little . Hadn’t they all been through enough? To not fall into tearing into each other. Shrike talked briefly with adder alone and batsong hoped that resolved that. She wasn’t wanting to get involved in all this, her job was to heal the clan not get involved in these arguments that tore it apart. Adder was out of line but she had enough empathy to know that the last moons were very hard for him.
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Subject: Re: Coming Back to What's Left [open] Mon 16 Jan 2023 - 16:44
Smallbean had forgotten how well he knew the path from Highstones back to Windclan territory. He hardly had to think about it, his paws guided him while his mind wandered. The journey was filled with mundane chatter, although he felt the faint tension, he knew the fate that awaited the few troublesome warriors when they'd reach home. He'd placed himself near the front of the group, distancing himself from the warriors who'd caused their falling out with Shadowclan. He didn't want to speak with them, not while he was still upset. Instead, he channeled his agitation into his resolve to reach camp, increasing his speed and lengthening his stride.
Never had he felt more relief than when he finally stepped foot on Windclan territory again. He missed the feeling of the wind in his fur, of the resistant soil underpaw. It was only a matter of time before they reached camp, and although he was more than relieved to be home again, it brought with it anxiety, despite the fact that he wasn't even the one in trouble. The penalties that awaited those warriors has already been discussed. Silverwing, too.
As Shrikestar called for them to meet in his den, Smallbean had already began to pad across camp toward it, stopping and waiting when he heard a naïve challenger from the camp's center. Turning and watching with narrowed eyes, he said nothing, allowing Shrikestar to address it. The alliance was never something he'd felt good about, personally. But he wasn't about to argue his leader - he'd support him. The alliance wasn't the bad thing, it was how both parties conducted themselves. However reckless Windclan had been, it made Smallbean feel a little bit better after seeing how rash Nightstar could be, though.
Silently turning back around, he met Shrikestar in his den, exchanging a look with him before all three warriors followed. He no longer felt anger toward them (except for Silverwing, maybe; he held onto frustration toward her), but he felt that all of their punishments were just.
Russetrye and Amberwing entered, receiving their scolding from Shrikestar. Although neither probably wanted to hear his criticism, Shrikestar's words had value. He hoped that the two would take them into account. As he moved onto Silverwing and told her the punishment she'd earned, though, he averted his eyes. He expected the same sadness and desperation that met him when he'd clashed with her in the past. He didn't want to see it again. It had to be done, though. Silverwing was more harm than good, having jeopardized their clan. War with Shadowclan was a real possibility, sparked by her multiple trespassings and attacks on Shadowclan warriors. The warrior's impulses had finally gotten the best of her and endangered her clan. She should have learned to control herself. Exile was the result of neglecting to do just that.
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Jaykit had initially protested being so far from the ground, although feebly, considering that he could barely interpret the world around him. Whatever was carrying him, he wasn't able to reach. He couldn't tell how long had passed between the time he was picked up and set down, but he was cold. No sooner than he'd touched the ground he crawled back toward the warmth of his mother, looking for a shield from the territories harsh winds. They were somewhere less cold now, though. Now content, his movements became slower until he fell asleep against his mother's side, remaining where he laid when his mother moved.
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