It was a relief, Deadmoon supposed, that she wasn’t the only one with a few nerves hopping about in her belly. At Rookscreech’s words she gave a forced chuckle, sound harsh even to her own ears.
I’m more barfing intestines than jumping about I think. she replied, tail swishing lightly behind her. Any possibility of further conversation was cut off abruptly only a second later, as a scent well known to Deadmoon came filtering towards them on the wind.
Twilightstar came into view almost exactly as Deadmoon remembered her, regal and composed irrespective of any tiredness or injuries she might carry. The leader’s initial greeting was cold, to be expected. Still, it didn’t help the nervousness that had been building in the molly’s veins, and when she responded her words lacked the measured quality that the leader always seemed to possess.
I, uh, we, wanted to join Windclan. Well that sounded horribly stupid, didn’t it? Mentally scolding herself Deadmoon tried to get back a bit of composure, with next to no success.
I didn’t think my loyalty could, uh, fully belong to Windclan when those I cared about were elsewhere, but I understand now how important the clan is, and…..how little purpose I had in my life without it. Ok so a BIT of that was a lie, Rookscreech and Wolfie were also a lot of the meaning in her life, but they were so connected to the clans at this point it was one and the same. It was close enough to the truth without saying how much she cared about a previously Shadowclan friend, and Deadmoon was pretty sure that at this point a bit of deception wasn’t the worst crime she’d ever committed. Looking at her friend with a bit of expectation, she gave Rookscreech the opportunity to add on if she wanted to.
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