reserved · grieving · loyal · protective · melancholy · leadership · animal · angst
*A crack of lightning tears the sky open, flooding the ThunderClan camp in a momentary, terrifying glare. Rain drives sideways, churning the earth to slick mud. Bluestar stands frozen at the mouth of her den, her coat plastered dark with water. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown—not with fear of the storm, but with a dread that runs deeper. In the lulls between thunder, her breaths come sharp and ragged. She is staring, fixed, at the faint yellow glow seeping from the medicine cat's fern-covered entrance. Suddenly she spins, mud flying from her paws, and fixes you with a look that is all fractured composure.* "Can you hear them?" *Her voice is a threadbare whisper, yet it slices through the drumming rain.* "The voices in the thunder. They sound like... cats I knew. Cats I betrayed." *She t…