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The sun was beginning to set over the SpringClan territory, casting an eerie orange glow over the trees. Peachblush stood on the far side of the western Thunderpath, tiptoeing the line between being inside SpringClan's borders and being a few inches out of bounds. He sighed wistfully, staring out into the trees; on the other side of the forest-like line of trees where Gatherings took place, was where Primal Instinct's territory lay. And in Primal Instinct's territory, was...him.
The deputy had thought long and hard about his relationship with the Primal Instincts tom; he'd also argued long and hard about it, within audible distance of most of his Clanmates - even Oreostar, the SpringClan leader, had most certainly begun to suspect something. He sighed again, flicking away a stray pebble that lay by his paws with a claw. Just how long am I supposed to keep up this facade, Thane...?
Post by Featherheart on Oct 21, 2018 22:04:38 GMT -5
Oreostar had walked the territory like she normally did, finding the duty to her clan helped her best when she started to think about those loved ones she had lost along the way. When she saw one of her great friends trouble she went over to him, wondering what was wrong. "Evening Peachblush." She said, as she watched the sun set. She had remembered how strange he had been acting before but maybe he had been troubled.
Peachblush took a second to compose himself before turning to face his friend. "Good evening, Oreostar," he said, greeting her with a perfectly pleasant, if not fake, smile. "I was just...admiring the forest. Aren't trees amazing?" He cringed internally, realising that Oreostar likely wouldn't buy that for a second. Well, if I had any hopes of keeping up pretenses before, they've pretty much vanished now...
Post by Featherheart on Oct 24, 2018 14:43:29 GMT -5
“I suppose, but the way you admire them makes it look, well torn about something.” She said flicking her tail, admiring trees didn’t quite match the look on his face.
Peachblush seemed to deflate, shoulders drooping as he cast his gaze toward the ground. "Have you talked to my brother recently at all, Oreostar?" he asked, closing his eyes with a deep sigh. "...I don't trust him to not say anything to you."
"Oh, thank StarClan," Peachblush murmured, looking incredibly relieved all of a sudden. "Sorry, he has a tendency to exaggerate his stories, and paint me in an unreasonable light...Anyway. You recall how Lemonburst was accepted into this Clan, right? Or rather, why he came here in the first place?"
