CLOSED Getting Closer (TWOSHOT)

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OOC: Twoshot. One from me, one from you.

Sunclaw, deputy of MoonClan, was running, running, running. Her lungs were burning and her paws were aching, but she kept running, a kit-like grin on her face. MoonClan, MoonClan, I am coming, coming to save you.
Raineyes was hot on her heels, hoping to Sky-Moon that his lungs weren't about the explode. Mate, kits, mate, kits, mate, kits, were his thoughts.
They wouldn't exactly be at the hangar soon, though, since they were quite short and the hangar was further than it seemed. All the same, they would get there.
And we will save MoonClan, thought Sunclaw determinedly, thinking about how many Other-Clanners there were, how they were built and how strong they all seemed. Blackfire first, then that white she-cat, then the gray she-cat, then the other toms, then, the list went on in her head, the list of the dead. MoonClan would survive, as it always had. MoonClan would overcome its enemies, and MoonClan would be strong.

[Longstorm]

Sassypelt, though larger than the two MoonClan cats, wasn't as fit, so she was barely able to keep stride with the little, excited, MoonClanny pests. Oh, my Goddess, my Goddess, she whispered in her mind. I will serve you, praise you, feed you. Oh, my great, powerful, wonderful, terrible Goddess. If it please you, watch as I will give these offerings to you, so that I may hope to earn my place with you in paradise. I am humble and below you, oh, my beautiful and all-powerful Goddess. Please, Goddess, I will do my very, very best to do all that you command; I will not fail in my blessed task! Guide my paws and my words, so that I may do your divine will, my Goddess... And so on.
The thick-pelted, underfed, filthy she-cat gasped as she took joy in the pain of her lungs and the missing pads of her paws, remembering the days she inhaled smoke and swallowed thorns, all to gain the Goddess's favor, and her divine blessing of discernment, so that even when she was not with the other blessed Sassypelt would recognize a command in any place, even without the breath of her Goddess in her ears.
And here I am, majestic, regal Goddess, She Who Dwells, Mistress of the Winds. I do only your will. I eat only when you command, and breathe until you tell me to breathe no more. Your will alone, great and terrible Goddess.

It had all come together like a song on the wind. The chance meeting of the cats from beyond the mountains. Through them, she found the Clan of the Moon, and knew that they were destined to be tools of the Goddess. Through MoonClan, there would be glorious death, blood to feed the Goddess.
When it all came together in this hangar - and Sassypelt knew it would - MoonClan would be unknowing servants of the Goddess now and forever.
As it should be, so it will be.

The three, being a blessed believer and two wretched non-believers, drew ever nearer to the hangar, to MoonClan, and to the Goddess's divine Will.


OOC: Twoshots are fun!