it had certainly been a while.
a while since thorn had been able to just sit and ponder, that was. since her exile, it had gotten much harder to just have a bit of alone time, especially since there was no one to help her hunt, or protect her territory. still, perhaps she was better off this way. at least the moronic warriors who'd driven her out could no longer bother her.
russetswirl was a leader now- that was perhaps the worst part of the whole situation. to have her own rightfully earned position taken by her
brother. her brother- who'd never been the smartest or least naive of cats, was now in charge of riverclan. in all likelihood, the clan was slowly dying under his command. she didn't really care, though- in fact, the ones who were still there probably deserved it in any case.
letting out a huff, the rogue stretched her limbs forward, feeling the muscles in her lean back tighten. she might have to go out hunting soon, yet again. the lack of a fresh-kill pile was such a nuisance. still, for a moment, she could relax.
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