WindClan Camp

The scene that had unfolded around him quickly came to an end as Embershard took control of the situation. The loner that had come to the camp looking for answers was quickly lead away by the strong fay, and the rest of the clan returned to it's routine activities.
Glancing from the side, he noticed Brackenflash approaching. Wrenclaw turned his head towards him, expecting a greeting, but received a disgusted look instead. The male blinked in surprise, taken back by the brute's coldness towards him. If anything, he had expected his clanmates to behave more sympathetically towards him- with the loss of his sister and all. But instead he was starting to pick up more hostile vibes. "Do they all mistrust me again?" He wondered, a feeling of dread rising inside of him. "Or maybe they never really did... maybe they only tolerated me because Lark was leader." The idea only made him feel bitter.
Wrenclaw could feel the male's cold, resentful eye on his back, boring into his soul. Of course the male hated him. He was practically an outcast ever since that whole ordeal with Weedfang had happened. It seemed that everyone in the clan had considered him a traitor, except his sister, who had forgiven him for his mistakes. And yet, even now, the only wolf in the world that trusted and cared for him was in a coma, completely oblivious to the world. As far as Wrenclaw knew, she was probably dying anyway. The feeling of despair and loneliness had his stomach turning, making it difficult to focus on anything. Without speaking a word, Wrenclaw turned away from the others, feeling that he might give way to his grief altogether. Stepping oncemore into the Medicine Den, he sat down, staring at the steady rise and fall of his sister's fur.
"Please, come back to me.." He mourned silently, bending down to rest his head on her muzzle. Yet the she-wolf lay still, only the slight rise and fall of her chest showing any signs of life. Sighing, Wren claw stood, his eyes glazed over with pain and grief. "This is my fault, its all my fault. I knew it was dangerous to travel alone, so why would I let her go? What kind of brother am I?" Siblings were supposed to look after each other, were they not? "I could have prevented this, just as I could have prevented Weedfang from..." The longer he stood there, the longer his thoughts swarmed, regrets and promises swirling around, attacking him from all sides. "All my fault. All my fault. All my fault." No wonder everyone seemed to hate him, he couldn't even take care of the ones he loved, much less his own clan. "I...I can't." Suddenly the air felt heavy, to heavy to breathe, to heavy to think, to much weight crushing down on his mind. "I can't... do this. I-I can't do this." The male took a breath and back out of the den, bombarded by racing thoughts that just seemed to repeat over and over. He had to leave. He had to get out of here. Turning swiftly around, Wrenclaw padded towards the camp entrance. Without saying a word to where he was going, he left, trotting past the entrance and onto the moor. Why would he bother to tell anyone where he was going, its not like any of them cared for him regardless.
~WC/SC Border
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