Why couldn’t she stop running? Every time something went wrong she ran. She told her time this time was different. Was it? No. She knew it wasn’t. She had tried to stop lying, but it had ruined her life. She kept being drawn back to it. It was an easy door on smooth hinges. It was always there Waiting Watching And she couldn’t escape it’s gaze No matter how hard she tried. So she ran, like she was doing now. Lying had ruined her life, yet she kept running from the truth The foliage hid the soft crunches of her footsteps as she walked through the woods. She didn’t make an effort to hide. Maybe she wanted to be seen. To be stopped. Just maybe. But she kept going, regardless No one was there to talk her down. So Maelstromspire left in the deep of the night 46 moons after she had arrived 46 moons after she first stepped on the sand 46 moons since she held hope in her soul And she breathed And it filled up something that had been slow to return. That day, Mael turned her back on the mountains. Turned her back on what had held her down And she left Almost if she blew away on the wind. Maelstromspire left that day. And someone else walked into the forest
After 46 moons, over six months, a community that I’ve loved and cherished in Thunderclan, Maelstrom has decided to become a loner. This is not her end, however This is only the beggining because the knight has swept the princess away, and there is a dragon to be slain. And three little flowers in the meadow with a burden upon them even before they’re planted
