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A sliver of moon shone above the lake, casting silver shadows over the rippling waves, bathing the pebbled shore in pale light. The stars twinkled above the gaunt and empty silhouettes of the PebbleClan camp. A lone figure sat among the dark dens and dry blood. Her eyes glowed in their sockets, staring up at the pinpoints of light that danced in the silverpelt above.

Chillstep felt a sadness that she had never felt before. She was alone. Her brother had been stolen from her, and now, in her grief, she had pushed away the only friend she had left. Ebonymoon. She sighed, trying to imagine calling him Ebonystar. He would lead their fallen Clan back to it's full glory, she was sure, and Shiverclaw would be at his side. A vision of herself in his place flashed through her mind's eye, but she shook her head to clear it. That would never happen now. She had sabotaged herself. There was no use in fixating on something that would never be.

And yet, wasn't that what she had been doing? Fixating? On her brother? On revenge? She had to stop. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. If she didn't leave this path soon, she would die on it. Something had to be done. She stood, her head blurred, as if in a dream. She stood, turning towards the warriors' den and walking briskly inside. She headed straight for a nest near the back. She sat down beside it, drinking in the stale, musty left overs of her brother's scent. She had come here many times in the last moon just to bury her face in the old moss. She felt herself slipping into sadness again.

No.

Something had to be done.

She sunk her claws into the nest and pulled it into a ball. Taking the moss in her jaws, she walked determinedly out of camp and turned back towards the lake. Her feet crunched on the stones and she stopped where the water barely touched her toes. She bent her head, muscles tensing underneath her filthy pelt, and then tossed it up, throwing the old nest out into the lake.

She felt a huge weight fly off of her shoulders. Relief seeped in. However, there was still more to do. As the moon hung low in the sky, the blue she-cat stepped forward, slipping slowly into the black lake until the water lapped at her chin. Taking a deep, calming breath, she swam forward, peaceful in the muffled roar of the water. She swam in the slightly cold waves, bubbles surrounding her and sliding off of her pelt. Above her, the moon and stars danced along the surface of the water. After a while, she surfaced and paddled to shore. She crawled out and sat down, staring out over the lake.

"StarClan," she whispered fervently, "Watch over my brother. Let him know I love him. Keep him safe. I just have something else I have to do right now." She paused, breathing quietly in the darkness.

"And... Help Ebonymoon forgive me. I'm so sorry. You chose the right cat for leader. He'll do a great job."

She took another deep breath and began the rest of her ritual. She groomed her fur, cleaning off the grime that her swim hadn't washed off. Once clean, she stretched out on the beach in a patch of grass. Laying on her side in the cool night, she drifted slowly off to sleep.

At dawn, she awoke when the sun warmed her fur. With a yawn, she stood and padded back towards the camp at tall rocks. There was some cat she needed to see.

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So Chillstep is changing up her act now. She's clean and now she's off to make up with Ebony.
Furdora , you think we can rp that soon?

Description
A sliver of moon shone above the lake, casting silver shadows over the rippling waves, bathing the pebbled shore in pale light. The stars twinkled above the gaunt and empty silhouettes of the PebbleClan camp. A lone figure sat among the dark dens and dry blood. Her eyes glowed in their sockets, staring up at the pinpoints of light that danced in the silverpelt above.

Chillstep felt a sadness that she had never felt before. She was alone. Her brother had been stolen from her, and now, in her grief, she had pushed away the only friend she had left. Ebonymoon. She sighed, trying to imagine calling him Ebonystar. He would lead their fallen Clan back to it's full glory, she was sure, and Shiverclaw would be at his side. A vision of herself in his place flashed through her mind's eye, but she shook her head to clear it. That would never happen now. She had sabotaged herself. There was no use in fixating on something that would never be.

And yet, wasn't that what she had been doing? Fixating? On her brother? On revenge? She had to stop. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. If she didn't leave this path soon, she would die on it. Something had to be done. She stood, her head blurred, as if in a dream. She stood, turning towards the warriors' den and walking briskly inside. She headed straight for a nest near the back. She sat down beside it, drinking in the stale, musty left overs of her brother's scent. She had come here many times in the last moon just to bury her face in the old moss. She felt herself slipping into sadness again.

No.

Something had to be done.

She sunk her claws into the nest and pulled it into a ball. Taking the moss in her jaws, she walked determinedly out of camp and turned back towards the lake. Her feet crunched on the stones and she stopped where the water barely touched her toes. She bent her head, muscles tensing underneath her filthy pelt, and then tossed it up, throwing the old nest out into the lake.

She felt a huge weight fly off of her shoulders. Relief seeped in. However, there was still more to do. As the moon hung low in the sky, the blue she-cat stepped forward, slipping slowly into the black lake until the water lapped at her chin. Taking a deep, calming breath, she swam forward, peaceful in the muffled roar of the water. She swam in the slightly cold waves, bubbles surrounding her and sliding off of her pelt. Above her, the moon and stars danced along the surface of the water. After a while, she surfaced and paddled to shore. She crawled out and sat down, staring out over the lake.

"StarClan," she whispered fervently, "Watch over my brother. Let him know I love him. Keep him safe. I just have something else I have to do right now." She paused, breathing quietly in the darkness.

"And... Help Ebonymoon forgive me. I'm so sorry. You chose the right cat for leader. He'll do a great job."

She took another deep breath and began the rest of her ritual. She groomed her fur, cleaning off the grime that her swim hadn't washed off. Once clean, she stretched out on the beach in a patch of grass. Laying on her side in the cool night, she drifted slowly off to sleep.

At dawn, she awoke when the sun warmed her fur. With a yawn, she stood and padded back towards the camp at tall rocks. There was some cat she needed to see.

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So Chillstep is changing up her act now. She's clean and now she's off to make up with Ebony.
Furdora , you think we can rp that soon?