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Maplenose was healing fairly well from her injuries. No doubt she would have scars now, but it only told a story, one that she would come to tell her kits some day. But would today be the day? No, they were too young.
Maplenose had taken a break from the nursery, having gone seen her kits earlier that day. Now, she was strolling along SummerClan's camp, the mother gazing around and taking in her new surroundings. She had yet to acquaint herself to the clan, having only been brought in a week before, and since then she was stuck living in Graythorn's den.
The pretty calico let out a sigh and lowered her heavy self to the ground, her tongue rasping over her paws in the process.
There were some within SummerClan’s ranks that had never seen much of a hard life; their minds free of torment, their hearts clean of cracks. There were others, however, such as the white tom who approached the new member, that were not as lucky. Astralascension had faced his life as not only an only child but a child raised by a single mother; one who had no issue in telling him the truth of who his father was. Angelrhapsody’s opinion was, at best... toxic when pertaining to his father. He hadn’t known what to believe until he met the orange tabby for the first time; his own opinion was quickly formed and he made it a point not to interact with the older tom again, not that Labyrinthiansoul didn’t try. The son of two former leaders... Many tried to get close to him simply because of his connections. They believed him to one day lead a life of greatness. How wrong they would be; the white tom was anything but extraordinary, despite the unique coloring of his pelt.
But that was in the past now; though his father was still a thorn in his side, his troubles were long gone. Now he lived a life of mundane sweetness. Although the newly discovered sleeping sickness brought an interesting turmoil to the clan... many a night he’d refused to rest his eyes out of a paranoia that he wouldn’t wake again. It usually resulted in some... interesting events as repercussions.
“Maplenose,” he greeted with a dip of his head, “I apologize for not greeting you when you first arrive. I admit I was skeptical of you; with the recent outbreak going on, I wasn’t sure if you were someone I could trust. But you have yet to betray us and your children are very well mannered. So, as a belated welcome,” he smiled, “welcome to the clan. I’m Astralascension. I also have to apologize for my behavior; I’ve been accused of lacking a filter. It’s not that I can’t keep myself from blurting whatever I want, just that... well I don’t particularly care to. It doesn’t leave any room for doubt when you’re always truthful.” He tilted his head. “Speaking of which, do you have any time today to go for a walk? I’d like to get to know my newest clanmate.”
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 20, 2019 16:23:13 GMT -5
Graythorn stretched as he exited his den. He saw Maplenose walk away and thought it was good for her to get some exercise now. Life had been hard for him around the camp with the mysterious dreaming sickness. It was nice to have an empty den, at least for a little while.
