She could hear them. She could hear them. Their voices were in the wind, the trees as their leaves rustled. Even in the silence that haunted her, the soft snoring of her cats as they dreamed. They lived in the noise and it's absence, in the rage that only grew with each passing day. It only grew, even as she killed and fought and the Alliance expanded. Once a ragtag group, now a fully fledged clowder. Something to be proud of.
But all Honeyheart felt was her rage. Her terror. Their voices haunted her, their faces were what she saw when she closed her eyes. She needed to kill more, kill them all.
Beware not the path, but the cats that walk it with you. That was the words that had only progressively filled her mind, growing into an obsession. Had she doomed herself in her own hatred? Had her rage only started the collapse that was her sanity? She almost wished she could go back to when she was a tiny kit, chasing after a gray tom who's face had blurred from time. Things had been so simple then, her days spent fleeing from curious two leg kits.
The she cat wondered, what legacy was she forging? What memory would be left? An insane outsider, a loving mother and friend. But, where would her legacy lead her?
It was too late to turn back, she didn't want to turn back. She was going to go down in flames, Honeyheart would be a name that would make the clans shudder and quake. Even after she was gone, she would make sure of that.
She just needed to get her cats to rise again. The storm needed to continue.
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.