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Ravenstar ♚ 81 moons ♚ ♂ ♚ Apprentice: ♚ Mate/Crush: Ashwhisker ♚ ★★★ ♚ Tags: Fennelfern; Ashwhisker"Ｍｙ ｙｏｕｔｈ ｉｓ ｇｏｎｅ
R a v e n s t a r ’ s heart ached as Ashwhisker spoke. “No,” he said firmly, curling his body around her. “Every warrior - and apprentice, too - is prepared to give their lives up for BlossomClan’s safety. Frostbite and Willowpaw aren’t lost tragedies...they’re heroes, and that’s how we’ll remember them. Frostbite was always a strong, loyal warrior. Willowpaw was a bright apprentice, and she would have been the same. We will grieve them properly in vigil tonight.” He began to gently share tongues with his deputy, draping his tail over her flank. “They’ll be remembered properly, and their deaths are no fault of yours.” The black tom tried to comfort her, sure that she would grieve as hard for her Clanmates as she did her own kit. He knew that Ashwhisker was no stranger to an apprentice dying, as tragic as it was. Finally, the long-haired cat nudged her. “We need to get you back to camp. You’re injured.”
ａｎｄ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｉｔ."
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Nightear ☾ 38 moons ☾ ♂ ☾ Apprentice: ☾ Mate/Crush: ☾ Tags: Cinderfrost "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜, 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖;
T h e black tom felt dizzy, as if the ground were moving beneath his paws. Cinderfrost had assaulted him with the slurry of secrets, and it almost made him sick to his stomach - Blizzardclaw murdering his own daughter. As the ground stilled beneath him and he collected himself he felt as if there was a stone in his belly - he was staring into the eyes of a cat who had killed a Clanmate. But hadn’t she been justified? “I won’t tell anyone,” Nightear promised in a hushed tone. “But...I don’t think anyone would be angry at you. He killed you littermate, his own daughter.” A shiver ran up his spine. Though his Clanmates didn’t know it, Briarstar had almost been the death of him. He had the notch in his ear to prove it. He almost offered up a statement about how he would have done the same, but in his Clanmates’ eyes, Briarstar was a leader to be trusted and respected. He swallowed the lump of information and let his tail touch Cinderfrost’s flank. “Your secret is safe with me.”
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖."
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Lionstorm ☀ 36 moons ☀ ♀ ☀ Apprentice: Juniperpaw☀ Mate/Crush: ☀ Tags: Fennelfern, Blackstreak"𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒;
“ H a v e you had your wounds checked? If you’re hurt, that is...it seems like almost everyone on the patrol received injuries.” Lionstorm shifted from one paw to another, anxiousness hot under her pelt. She didn’t know how to heal - no, she would be no help to Finchwatcher, so there was nothing she could do for her injured Clanmates. “If you’re not hurt, maybe a walk would be nice. We could stay close to camp...Blackstreak, you can join us too.” The golden queen nodded to the elder, showing that she was aware of his presence. “I don’t think there’s much you can do to prepare for the vigil until nightfall, right?”
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃."
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Larkflight 𝆹𝅥𝅮x 24 moons 𝆹𝅥𝅮x ♂ 𝆹𝅥𝅮x Apprentice: 𝆹𝅥𝅮x Mate/Crush: 𝆹𝅥𝅮x Tags: Hollyblaze"ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴜᴍʙᴀɢ, ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ;
O h , you’ll do, Larkflight thought, waggling his haunches. In front of him, just barely visible among the plant stalks, was a fat pigeon. Big and plump, the brown-and-white tabby swept his tongue over his jaws in anticipation of the catch. Creeping forward slowly, he felt the wind change direction. Mouse-dung! The pigeon lifted its head, peering around anxiously, and Larkflight could see panic in its black, soulless eyes. The tom leaped, knowing this would be his only change. He landed a pawstep short of the bird but acted quickly, lashing out with a forepaw and knocking it onto its side. With a triumphant yowl the warrior leaped onto the bird and finished it with a sharp nip to the neck.
ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ."
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Featherpaw ➸ 11 moons ➸ ♀ ➸ Mentor: Hailnight➸ Mate/Crush: ➸ Tags: Hailnight"ι киσω тнαт ι'м ѕтυ¢к, ιи тнιѕ мιѕєяу;
F e a t h e r p a w broke into a purr at her mentor’s affection - but she quickly quieted herself, as she knew it wasn’t appropriate in a time of grieving. My denmate’s body is still bleeding, she scolded herself. The blue cat rubbed her head against her mentor’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re not hurt,” she said, though her gaze remained low to the ground. “Willowpaw was a very friendly cat...she would have been a great warrior. I’ll miss her. And Frostbite was always such a strong tom… It’s very sad, but I hope they’ll be at home in StarClan.”
gυєѕѕ ι'м иσт єиσυgн, ℓιкє уσυ υѕє∂ тσ тнιик."
