FALL INTO THE HANDS OF SORROW -- Open

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Ultimately, Rhinestone knew that Medusa was right. There was a sort of infuriating calm that had fallen over the territory since the snow storm, which definitely didn't fit with the churning thoughts inside his mind. While they sat down here in chaos, barely managing to hold themselves together as their territory laid in snowy shambles, Starclan remained eerily silent. They offered no sign of help, or hurt, although Rhine couldn't help but feel as though they had made their feelings heard. After all, which so much misfortune falling atop their heads as of late... Starclan had to be angry with them, right?

For the moment, the tom just shook that thought off, a strained little sigh leaving him. He needed to remember to remain within the moment. If he didn't, then he would end up losing himself to the sense of despair that lingered at the edge of everything these days. He responded to Medusa with a light chuckle, returning the hybrid's tired smile, "Yeah... herbs aren't the only thing a bit cold-shocked right now. But... I understand what you're saying. I was taught my entire life to put my faith in Starclan, and to know that they would always help Palmclan in a time of need, but... it definitely doesn't feel like that these days." He then looked up at the sky above, wondering if anyone was listening to their conversation. Were those cats within the clouds laughing at he and Medusa right now? Or were they scrambling to help, just not able to do anything right this moment? He couldn't help but desperately pray it was the latter.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan