Tali was sick of this.
She felt like she had reached the end of her rope, to be honest. Seth was really the only one that was still around consistently enough to hear her soft cries in the night, and he was there to dry her tears from time to time, but she knew that she could not rely on him, or Aeragorn, or Tasera (who seemed to have escaped her D'ni calling for the time being), or any of her numerous children for too long.
She had to be strong.
She was still a Darkpaw. All of the children of her bloodline were Darkpaw. That would never change; not so long as she was alive and kicking. No matter how many more scars she would obtain, no matter how hard she had to fight for a spit of land to try and establish the pack on; as long as Taliña Lanwë had breath in her body, she would make sure that her pack had a place to live.
She would fight no matter what.
She had fled the pack's grounds in Idalani; this time, for the last time. It was time for Darkpaw to start again, and if Darkpaw was going to start over, then they were going to start over somewhere different. She was in her human form for now, her dress seeming too elegant for rain forest travel, but it was evident that she cared not. The brown feather that was tucked behind her right ear stood out against her black and blue hair, but she didn't mind it. The feather, like the bandana she wore on her forearm, were important to her, and she would never let them disappear.
"This will do," she said as she came to a clearing where a cave stood, nodding. "This will do nicely."
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