UNDER YOUR SKIN ☆ o, rumors

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

In many ways, things were fairly quiet in Palmclan as of late. After all, there hadn't been any other massive storms since the initial one, and although the snow remained, ot wasn't as if more was coming. However, this didn't mean that all was well within the group. Rhinestone was feeling exhausted, as more and more of their prey fled underground or became trapped beneath a layer of ice over the rivers and sea. He was trying his best, but it wasn't as if one feline on his own could take on the whole of nature itself. He had hoped that all within the group would understand that fact, and many did, thanking him for doing as much as he could as things went wrong. He tried his best to get food in their bellies and protected dens over their heads, as hard as that was at the moment. However, not everyone felt as though he was doing enough, and that was perhaps the part that hurt the most. At first, he hadn't heard the gentle mumblings that spread throughout camp, but then it had all come to a head.

He had been sitting within his den when he heard the mumbling coming from outside, causing him to lift his head in confusion. He had been trying to figure out patrol schedules, and he hadn't really expected anyone to be waiting for him. As he made his way towards the entrance of his den, however, he realized that the pair of NPCs outside weren't waiting for him. Instead, the two were huddled together, gossiping freely, "Can you believe all of this is happening? We should've known things would eventually go downhill, after the hurricane..." He immediately winced, opening his mouth to speak up, but was cut off by the other responding, "Obviously. Starclan is clearly just trying to punish us all. It's ridiculous that we have to suffer, considering it's all his fault. If he hadn't taken over and started straying from tradition, none of this would be happening." Their harsh words immediately dug into Rhine's mind, causing the leader's ears to flatten down against his skull.

Suddenly feeling an awful sense of heavy guilt in his heart, the leader slipped silently out of his den, making sure the two rumormongers didn't spot him. He headed towards the entrance to camp, sitting down nearby and heaving a heavy sigh. He didn't know what to do to make things better, and he could already feel a headache beginning to form. Raising one of his paws, he pressed it lightly against his temple, his eyes falling closed as he tried to hold it together.

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

— Reggan