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Originally Posted by silverwynds

yarrowcrest // he/him // 17 moons
purrks active: mind reader

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She was right.

She was right and he hated it. Hated every single word that came out of her mouth. It meant that everything he stood for was for nothing. He, too, trained for this. All his life this was what he has known. What he was raised to do. And now he was tripping at the finish line. War was here and he had been trained so rigorously for it and yet he was hesitating. Why couldn't he be like everyone else and enjoy it? Enjoy the thrill of battle and longing for a chance to protect the good name of Thunderclan. Even if he doesn't think it very good. His gaze settles on her for a while. A long span of silence settles as a pit in his stomach. Just looking at her he knew she hated it too.

But she was right.

Yarrowcrest looks off towards the moving group of warriors. His clan mates. His family. A frown paints itself onto his features as he follows the pelts of every each one. A march to their possible deaths. A march to the deaths of Riverclan cats. He understood the need for territory and resources. Every clan would need them come Leafbare. Was it worth it to steal it from a clan that was already suffering so much?

Sighing, he headbutts his mate with as much reassurance as he can manage. It isn't much but he feels as though it was time to forcefully tuck his thoughts and feelings away. If he shut them out then maybe he wouldn't feel so guilty for what he was about to do.

"I know. I know, I know..." What else was he to say? There was nothing more to say. Sparrowfur had said it all. For once he was at a loss. Stare blank and body visibly tired, as if he's truly given in, he presses his cheek to hers one last time before beginning to follow the others. "Let's get going, then. Please stay near."

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335 words = 67 pts.

Sparrowfur - she/her - 17 moons
Beefed Up I - ACTIVE

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Sparrowfur truly had no idea how to act. There was hardly any time to react-- the thought of war seemed to simply just linger, but now, it was fully fledged and staring Sparrowfur dead into the ground. She had to fight. What good was she if she didn't? How could she call herself a warrior if she resented the idea of war?

Giving Yarrowcrest an affectionate lick on the cheek, she too stood to follow her clanmates. As per her mates request, she stuck closely by. Whether from fear or out of protection varied on the second. There was so much that could go wrong, so much that could damage her life shes created.

With her head held high she walks out and into the unknown.

She walks into war.