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indentrain dripped from storm's whiskers, and his fur was heavy, slicked back to his body. wind pulled at his ears and tried to sway him off of his course, but the prince could only walk forward to where he could make out a crowd gathered at the top of the ridge. voices carried on the wind, and storm could only push forward, lowering his head and gritting his teeth on his ascent, though he could not be so easily swayed away. storm that stirs sea had always been known for his stubbornness, and he would not be so easily dissuaded by a bit of poor weather: it was nothing that he hadn't seen before.
indentwhen the wind shifted, bringing with it more rain that poured down again, drenching storm to the bone and sending darts of water directly into his eyes, he fought to maintain his grip. his claws dug into the ground, and he set his jaw. with each step he took, he could have sworn that the crowd came no closer. if anything, with each step, the crowd moved two steps back, further and further away from him. in the back of his mind, storm longed for the warmth of his nest back home, the sound of crow's gentle breathing as he slept, but he knew that this was too important to miss, and that he could only move forward. in that moment, home seemed a far way away, and storm could finally make out a single voice lifted above the others that crowded around at the edge of the world, above the crashing of waves as the ocean raged far below them, above the whipping winds and torrential rain. a single voice booming loud for all of those who came close to hear; the voice of one who mattered, who knew that he mattered: he who command the storm itself if he used even an ounce of the power thrumming in his paws.
indentthe crowd, upon a first glance, was a mismatched group of cats. it was a group of strangers with strange faces, none of whom storm had ever met before. ocean spray hung lazily in the air, crawling across the cats' paws, and seemed to create a barrier to separate storm from the strangers. though their pelts hung from their shoulders, their fur sodden with rain, though none appeared particularly bothered by the weather that stirred above them. though one of the cats turned to face storm upon his approach, all eyes snapped to the cat at the highest point of the rise from where he stood tall, his tail lifted to the brewing heavens. when lighting flashed over the ocean, his silhouette appeared even larger than ever before, and storm's paws stilled from the awe that pressed tight against his chest. though it hadn't crossed his mind before, storm knew that this was the cat he was searching for.
indentthe cat was an imposing figure from where he stood above his listeners, above the ocean, at the point where the world ended, where the ground rose to touch the sky and slice into the gray clouds. even with his fur plastered against his body and his face was obscured in darkness, storm knew that the tom was older, had been around for many seasons and had many stories to tell. and tell he did, with his voice raised above the chaos, though he didn't sound particularly bothered, and storm envied his nonchalance in the face of the strong winds that did their best to try and whisk him off his feet.
indent"- these enemies think that they can control us with fear," the massive tom was saying. his mighty tail lashed and he paused long enough to pace several steps over, and all eyes followed each ripple of his muscles. storm blinked rain out of his eyes and dug his claws into the ground when the wind picked up again, stronger than before. another gust blew, and another, and another, stronger with each iteration. "however, we all know what has happened. we all know that we have prevailed. anyone who has tried to destroy storm's end has failed. and they will continue to fail, i tell you, for this is merely a fact. storm's end is stronger than the insurgents that dare to threaten us, and we all know who truly belong here. this land is ours. this ocean is ours. this sky is ours. it all belongs to storm's end."
indentstorm's end... it was not a group that storm was familiar with. but he had brought here for a reason, had traveled all the way until his muscles ached and he no longer knew what it was like to not shiver from the cold wind that blew through his soaked fur. he tasted salt on his tongue, felt his burn his eyes, but it was only when the tom's eyes landed on him, peering through the crowd until he stared at storm finally unnerved the prince. it was only when his pelt prickled that storm realized that it was not just the leader that stared at him, but the rest of the crowd, who had turned to examine him, to look him up and down and see him for who he was. even when there was no light shining down on them, their eyes glowed and flashed with lighting that struck not the land or sea, but something deep within the cats, and storm bristled uneasily, able to only turn back to the tom at the front of the crowd when he pressed further, pacing back to his original place.
indent"we stand together, storm's end, as one. and, as we stand together, there is no one who could ever take us down. remember that, and feel no fear," the tom said, and storm watched in stunned silence when another flash of lightning set the sight ablaze for just a moment, and then plummeted the group back into darkness. again, another flash brought light and the deep rumbling from the clouds overhead that shook the entire cliff. then more darkness. it was when the third flash of lighting hit that storm saw it glide through the crowd, faster than any cat could possibly move, not running, but gliding. it looked like a cloud, perhaps, but also like a dark cat, not unlike crow, but paler, larger, and so much faster. in a blink, the light gave way to darkness and the form had gone from storm's sight, but there was no missing the scream that came from the front of the crowd, lifted on the rush of wind. where the great tom once stood, there was nothing.
indentcats rushed forward, others held them back to save them from the same fate as their leader who, only a heartbeat earlier, proclaimed that they could not be touched. horror met awe in storm's head, and he finally found it within himself take a step back. a shout proclaimed that the king had fallen to the ocean, and prince storm turned tail and fled. he felt eyes baring into his back, but these cats were not his own. he was not one of them, and they were not like him.
indentstill, their voices pounded into his head, calling his name. storm, one called to him. storm, whispered another. storm, storm, storm, storm -
indentthen, louder than the rest: "storm!" came the hiss, and storm jolted upright in his nest. his pelt was shockingly dry, and he blinked around his own familiar den. he took in the sights he knew better than any other, from the smooth floor, to the pile of extra moss and feathers kept in the corner for the colder night. though salt still stuck in his nose and on his tongue, storm swallowed the taste down when he took in the sight of crow flying at dusk staring at him, his usually warm yellow eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. it was only when storm turned to him that crow tipped his head to one side and his shoulders fell to lax. "hey, hey, storm. you were thrashing in your sleep again. it must've been a bad nightmare," he said, and storm blinked at crow for a long moment before blowing out a long exhale.
indent"yeah, yeah, a nightmare," storm said. from outside of the den, he heard the sound of rain beating down against the ground, and crow's ears twitched expectantly.
indent"do you want to talk about it?" he asked, and storm finally softened, leaning forward to lean against crow. though the other tom was smaller than storm, wiry where storm had broad shoulders, the dark tom supported his weight and let out a musical purr. "whatever it is, it's over now. you're okay."
indent"i know," storm rumbled, taking the moment to close his eyes and rub his cheek against crow's fur, taking in the warmth of his fur. "it was nothing, i don't need to talk about it. i'm sorry for waking you. we should go back to sleep." as with each time, he felt crow stiffen with hesitance, because that's how he was, always believing that they should talk and examine every thought that crossed their minds. but, before crow could say anything, storm pulled him back down into the nest, resting his chin on crow's head and wrapping his tail around him. crow let out a muffled laugh, but storm hushed him. "really, i'm just tired. go back to sleep, i'll tell you about it tomorrow."
indentcrow shifted, jabbing his paw into storm's side, who grunted in kind. "that's what you always say, and then you never tell me anything."
indentstorm smiled and made room for crow, letting him get the space he needed to get comfortable. "i'll tell you this one tomorrow. it was a strange one." crow let out another laugh, but already storm felt himself be pulled down into sleep. with crow's paw pushed into his ribs and his fur tickling under storm's nose, the prince settled and felt at peace, despite whatever dreams came to him.
indenthowever, when storm opened his eyes in the morning, there was no time to tell crow about his nightmare. dreams aside, it had been a peaceful night before, but duties intruded, as sunlight peeked through the entrance to the prince's den, and a shadow lay across the ground just outside, clearly waiting for storm with some piece of news. storm sighed, reluctant to join the activity when the dregs of sleep clung to his whiskers, when crow was still sleeping so peacefully, small puffs of air coming from his nose. at last, storm rose from the nest, careful not to jostle crow, and he turned to leave the den, only to turn back to crow at the last moment and press his forehead to the dark tom's flank. when crow didn't stir, storm let out a quiet chuckle. "i love you," he whispered, but crow's breathing remained slow and steady in his sleep. a smile curved onto storm's maw. "i've been wanting to try and say it for a while now. i love you," he said again. in the moment, there was no consequence, not when crow was still asleep. at last, storm straightened and cast crow one last glance before leaving the den, to find one of his mother's queensguard waiting there for him.
indent"prince storm," the massive molly said when storm ducked out from his den, tipping his head to her in acknowledgement. even at his tallest, risen up to full height, storm could not match up to his mother's chosen guard, and quail was the largest, as well as his mother's most trusted. if the queen sent quail nesting in tree to summon storm, he could only think that this business was particularly important. "you mother sent me to gather you as soon as you were awake," quail said, her eyes darting towards the trees that surrounded the glade's camp. already, the sun was rising to crest over the tops of the trees, and storm had to stamp down on the smile that threatened to form, instead steeling his practiced look of impasse.
indent"i suppose she thought that i would be awake earlier, then," storm said wryly. quail's tight smile was good enough of an answer, surprisingly warm and tender in the moment, even as one who had watched the young prince grow up over the moons, closer to the ruling family than many others as a result of her station beside the queen. storm's whiskers twitched and he nodded to the queensguard. "alright, well, i'm awake now. shall we?" quail nodded, just once, at that, and together they weaved through the activity of the camp to where his parents shared a den in the secluded corner.
indentthe glade was normally a bustle of activity as the cats worked, going about their days. though the glade was neither a clan, or a tribe, they conducted themselves quite similarly to the other collectives of wild cats. they were led under storm's mother, the queen, lily at pond's edge, but any attempt at organization did not go much further than that. there was no formal mentorship for training, but younger cats sought out more experienced cats when they were old enough to leave their mother's side, patrols were organized by any cat who joined one, and the cats shared what they brought back. borders were loosely secured, and cats were free to come and go as they pleased, being forced out only if they dared to cause trouble that stayed the flow of activity that the rest of the cats fell into upon entering the glade. surprisingly, it worked, and cats trusted the system. all were fed come night, and it was rare that cats left by their own volition, instead enjoying the loose structure and peaceful rhythm that came. the queen treated anyone who was ill or injured, and, in turn, many cats grew exceptionally loyal to the queen and her family, and were rewarded with unofficial guard status in turn. it was a simple way of life, and it worked for them.
indentwhen quail nodded storm into the den, storm ducked under the hanging moss that grew over the mouth of the entrance, and his mother's voice sounded out at the sight of her only kit, her only heir. "thank you for coming, storm," she said, and the young tom was immediately struck by how tired his mother sounded, how exhausted she looked as she sat in her nest. his father was no where to be seen, and lily must have caught storm's searching glance, as she let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "i told him to go check the borders," she said, which only sent a prickle down storm's spine.
indent"mother, what is it?" he asked, padding forward until she reached out a paw to touch against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "what's wrong?" he thought of his father out on the borders, where his mother would never normally send a cat.
indent"you should take crow, go out for the day," lily replied tiredly. "go out onto the land, patrol the far borders... put some space between yourselves and the camp." storm's brow furrowed, it didn't make any sense. he thought of how many cats had been in the camp when quail led him to his mother, of how quail had been sitting outside of his den, waiting for him for most of the morning. he thought of why his mother might want him to be out of camp with crow, why she would send his father, her mate, from the camp. storm tried again to approach his mother, but lily's eyes closed tightly, shutting out her only kit. "storm, i'm ordering you and crow to leave for a patrol, and not to come back until nightfall, no matter what you hear," she said, but before storm even had the chance to argue, a shout went up from the opposite end of camp, and lily's eyes flew open. she rose to her paws, and quail entered the den, looking to the queen. another member of the guard stood behind her, blocking the entrance with broad shoulders and thick fur. still, lily looked to her son.
indent"my queen," quail said, her voice pulled taunt with what storm realized, in a cold flash, was fear. "the scout spotted their first line. they're here."
indentto storm, lily growled. "storm, do as i say. get crow and leave. in case anything happens... you're the prince, you can't be lost. you need to lead."
indentbut storm was speaking over her, just as another yowl sounded from the camp, closer this time, and quail shouted for the queen. "i don't understand. who is here? i will fight, mother, i will -"
indent"no!" lily shouted over her guard and son, lashing her tail. "you are going to leave" she stalked forward, pushing against her son, pushing, pushing, pushing, until they were out into the clearing. but when they both turned, it was clear that it was too late, that they were already thrust into the heat of battle. there was a whirl of fur and claws, the surge of the fighting nearing ever closer as quail's companion launched himself at another massive tabby, knocking him over, but a passing cat streaked past, raking claws into the guard's side, and he let out a screech of pain. quail made for the cat, but was bowled over by another invader, and storm braced himself, bunching his muscles to pounce, but then his mother's pale fur collided with the stranger. she twisted, biting and slashing. "get crow!" she shouted to storm, letting out a cry of pain when teeth sunk into her ear. in response, she kicked, sending her attacker reeling, giving the queen just enough time to shout again. "go, storm! NOW!" and it was all the prince could do to turn tail, with the hope that quail could help his mother and that he would be able to make it through the fighting, back to his den, or to find crow in the meantime.
indenthe made it only a pawful of steps before a smoky tom lunged into his path, teeth bared, and storm lashed out, rearing back onto his hindlegs to match his attacker. for a moment, they remained locked together, wrestling to push the other down. however, as the blood roared in his ears, storm felt his grip on the ground loosening, saw the other cat's grin when he knew that he had the advantage. only at the last minute, when storm felt his balance wobble, the cat let out an affronted yowl, and storm collapsed onto four paws when the tom crashed to the ground. a brown tabby who was vaguely familiar to storm as a new arrival to the glade had knocked the tom's paws out from under him, and gave storm the chance to rake his claws into the tom's side. the large cat scrambled to his paws just after the brown tabby bit at his tail, running off in the opposite direction. storm heaved, and the tabby offered him a nod, which storm returned. "i need to get to the other side of camp," storm managed to tell the tabby, who looked in the direction of storm's den. the tabby's expression tightened, but before he had the chance to say anything, however, another voice interjected, raising about the sounds of battle:
indent"rock, high left incoming!" came the shout, and the tabby didn't hesitate, whirling around and striking out just in time to send the attacker reeling back. the voice came again, closer. "watch your back!" and storm turned on his heels just in time to watch another cat rear back to bring him paws down on storm, but a black cat came charging forward, only to drop his shoulder at the last minute and barrel into the cat. the black cat was quick on his toes, pinning the stranger down and biting his shoulder until a defeated shout came out, and the black tom released him, just in time for storm to kick at a scarred muzzle that came too close, baring yellowed teeth.
indent"night, we need to get him across camp," the brown tabby said, and the black cat - rock and night, storm pieced together - looked at storm with wide eyes.
indent"that's a no-go, fighting's thick over there," night said, but rock shrugged and storm lashed his tail.
indent"my friend's over there. i need to get him," storm said, and night's eyes flicked to storm first, then to rock.
indentsomething invisible must have passed between the pair of toms, as night shrugged at last and nodded to rock. "you have more experience than i do," he said. "your call."
indent"i'll take front, you cover the back," rock said, then looking to storm. "this friend better be worth it," he said, but storm said nothing. with that, the three fell into formation. rock, at the head at the three, knocked away cats, storm slashed at anyone who tried to come close from their flanks, and night bared his teeth when a cat tried to catch them from the back. like that, they made good progress, bunched together to protect all side. however, like night said, the fighting seemed to have come to a head, and it was difficult to make out pelts in the knot of fighting.
indent"crow!" he shouted, hoping that some saving grace would let him be heard above the rest of the fighting. "crow!" but there was no sign of his familiar pelt, no sign of the cat storm loved so dearly. it was only when he thought he might have caught sight of his friend that storm made a dash for it, deaf to night's indignant shout at his back. but then the tide of the fighting shifted again, the pelt lost to the fray. the next thing storm knew, rock's voice came from above the battle screeches, but it was too late. when storm turned, it was only to watch the paw come directly towards him, knocking him sideways and sending the world spinning. the ground was soaked red, the grass torn by claws, and then storm smelled salt, felt the ocean spray against his fur. and then the world went dark.
indentstorm felt like he was floating, drifting. he was one with the waves from his dreams, moving in and out with the tide that pushed and pulled. and while he floated, images and sounds drifted into and out of his consciousness. the cloud of shadow that carried on the wind from his nightmare, pained screeches, crow's laugh and the feeling of his shoulder pressed against storm's. he saw his mother claw an attacker, saw quail be tackled by a cat who matched her side. he heard the cat from his dreams shout above a raging torrent of rain, calling for the rise of storm's end, and, weaved among it all, he heard a pair of voices, clearer and more immediate than the rest:
indent"- and are you sure he's still breathing?"
indent"he keeps mumbling, of course he's still breathing," the other voice answered, and storm sloshed through the tar of the darkness that addled his mind until he realized that he was him, and that the voices were talking about him. "storm's end... he keeps mentioning storm's end." the second voice said. the first voice grunted, and storm felt, distantly, the feeling of solid ground under his back, the scratch of a rock piercing into his pelt.
indentthen, at last, the world under storm's back stilled again, and the first voice came back, breathless. "no one's talked about storm's end in seasons. everyone knows they haven't been around in ages. what would he know about storm's end?"
indent"apparently something," the second voice mused, and storm had the notion that he knew these voices. they were not strangers to him. if only he could open his eyes. there was the sound of rustling, and the voice piped up again: "we need to keep moving, you saw what happened. we're not safe here."
indent"then maybe if you helped me carry him a little bit -"
indent"you told me to be lookout!" the voices argued. "he could be dying, and then we're going to get caught, and i'm going through this again -"
indentstorm wanted to tell them that he wasn't dead, that he wasn't dying. that he was fine, and would be fine if he could swim his way out of the stretch of darkness. he urged his eyes to open, but found that it was impossible. there was only one thing that he wanted among the flashing images and voices: "crow." and, immediately, the other voices fell silent for a long moment.
indentthen, at last: "move over," the second voice said. "i'll get his scruff, let's keep moving." then he felt teeth piece into his scruff, and he was lifted into darkness. there was the sound of pawsteps, but they fell away into the distance, floating out of reach, and storm was left to drift again.
indenthe didn't know how much time had passed when storm opened his eyes, but the sky was dark, with only a bright sliver of moon to light the world. for a long moment, it was all the prince could do to blink up at the moon and listen to the wind rustle the leaves of trees somewhere nearby, somewhere behind him. what jarred him, however, was the sound of the ocean, of waves smacking against a cliff, that he would know anywhere. the dream came back to him: the wind and rain, the shadow, the booming voice, the eyes that pierced into his fur. it had to be connected somehow, he knew it.
indent"you're awake." storm felt a pulse of adrenaline run through him, and he sat upright, spinning to face a brown tabby, his green eyes dull in the darkness. at storm's urgency, rock merely flicked his ear. "night wasn't sure if you were going to make it for a while there, but we managed to get you out of the fighting. we should be safe here for a while."
indentstorm stared at him for a long moment. "what happened?" he asked the obvious question, ignoring the dryness of his throat and the tightness of his muscles. rock's fur appeared to be plastered with dried blood, and the battle came back to storm in full-force, nearly rocking him off of his paws. he turned his face away from rock, only to find where night was curled a short distance away, his nose tucked under his tail.
indent"he's a heavy sleeper," rock supplied, and storm dared to look at the tabby again. "you said that we needed to find your friend, and then you took off into the middle of the fighting. night said he saw you get knocked down and we got you out of the middle of it all. but you wouldn't wake up." rock wasn't a thickset cat, but in the moonlight, there was no mistaking the strength in the set of his shoulders, in the shape of his head. he was a strong cat, young in his moons, but there was a wistfulness in his eyes that told storm that rock had seen enough for his life. "we held off a few of the cats for as long as we could, thinking that maybe you would get up. but... it wasn't looking good. there were too many, and too many of the glade cats were retreating or were already gone. we had to get out of there." then silence, and storm felt sick to his stomach. crow.
indent"did you see a dark cat? he's not big, but he has yellow eyes, and -" storm began, but the look on rock's face stilled his tongue. even if he had seen crow, it wasn't like rock or night would have known him if they ran directly into him. storm steeled himself and leveled his gaze at rock again. "why'd you help me?" he asked, and rock's eyes drifted to night.
indent"we weren't at the glade long. we were part of a tribe but... well, not everything can last forever. but an attack like that, in the middle of the day like that... of course we helped you," rock said, and he flicked his tail. "we weren't there long, but it was nice, and i recognized that you were the prince, right?" when storm nodded, rock blew out a breath. "right, so... it's kind of our job to protect you, wasn't it?"
indent"my mother... it's probably too much to hope that she's alive, isn't it?" storm asked, and this time rock dipped his head.
indent"the fighting got bad. like i said, there were too many already gone for us to risk staying. taking you with us, that was already a risk." he paused and tipped his head towards the sky. "i'm sorry, but it didn't seem like a lot of cats were making it out of there alive." but of them turned at the sound of movement, and night sniffed, shuffling for a moment before his eyes blinked open. he blinked at rock first, then his green eyes flicked towards storm.
indent"well, aren't you a sight," night mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep when he found his paws and shook out his dark fur. in the dim moonlight, night was a walking shadow when he crossed towards the other pair of tom, and storm took in the slight limp, the way he favored his left side, his right shoulder still bleeding. a look passed between rock and night, with rock's expression opening for the dark tom, who merely shook his head slightly.
indent"i know herbs," storm interjected. "it's the least i could for you two helping me."
indentit was only much later, by the time dawn began to paint the sky in softer shades and the moon traded its place with the sun, that storm had finished applying herbs and cobwebs to their injuries. more than once, night dozed off again, and storm didn't miss the way rock fought to keep his eyes open. it was during one of the times when night fell asleep that storm looked up from where he was pressing cobwebs into rock's side. "i just... wanted to say thank you for helping me, you didn't have to," storm said, and rock's laugh was dry and humorless, but not unkind.
indent"sure we did," rock said. "i'm not exactly in the business of leaving cats behind for dead, not when i can try to help them. and night... even if he wouldn't say it, he feels the same way too." as if in response, night shifted in his sleep. "i'm sorry we couldn't get to your friend but... he could still be out there." at that, storm managed a tight smile.
indent"i guess so. crow... he's always been a survivor, i suppose. i can keep my hope," storm said, though his heart clenched with despair, his brain telling him that, just as much as it could be true that crow had survived, the opposite was likely even more true. it was enough to break his heart.
indentthere was a long beat of silence before rock spoke again, wincing minutely when storm pressed more cobwebs to a slash across his cheek. "when you were out, you kept mumbling storm's end. why?" rock asked, and storm paused, hesitating before blowing out a breath.
indent"i had a dream, and this one cat was standing on a cliff, talking to a crowd. he kept talking about his tribe, and he kept calling it storm's end. and he died, fell into the ocean. i don't know, it was a strange dream so i guess it was just fresh in my mind, i don't know." storm paused again when rock pulled away from him, fixing him with a quizzical expression. "what?"
indentrock furrowed his brow. "when we first lost our tribe, night and i heard a story from a loner about an ancient tribe that lived not too far from where we are now. one of their kings supposedly fell into the ocean while giving a speech. i haven't heard the story again since... how would you know about it?"
indent"i don't... i don't know," storm said, and he and rock stared at one another for a long moment. nearby, night stirred in his sleep again, turning over, but neither of them looked towards them. "could it be a coincidence that i had the dream and we were attacked in the same day?" storm asked, and rock didn't need to say anything, his expression was enough. "if storm's end didn't used to be that far from here, we could go there. check it out... maybe there's something there. even just somewhere to stay and get some rest so we won't be out in the open," storm said. rock prodded night until the other tom opened his eyes, blinking against the pale dawn light.
indent"c'mon," rock urged. "we're moving."
indentas much as storm would like to think that it was just a dream, that the images conjured in his sleep were just that, awe settled in the pit of his stomach as they crested the final rise towards the height of the cliff. rock and night had led the way for most of the trip, talking about how they had traveled there before before they found the glade. there were no cats in sight, no scent markers to tell where a tribe should be, as storm felt his hope waver: there was nothing here for them, so sign that he wished to appear. however, just as he thought that they should turn around, he tasted the salt and recognized the path he walked in his dream, the scene recreated before his eyes in the waking world.
indentwith a clear sky overhead and without the rain battering his body, storm had the thought that it was beautiful. storm heard night call out to him when he picked up the pace, first walking faster, then sprinting forward up the path. here, he thought as he slowed again at the top, was the crowd. and there, he thought as he moved even further up the rise, was where the king stood before he was blown away.
indent"the story goes that storm's end was ruled by kings and queens," rock said when he and night had caught up to storm. together, they stood together at the edge of the world, the ocean churning so far down below them.
indent"i'm a prince," storm said, and it was not rock, but night, who spoke next, taking a setp back from the edge so that he could look up at storm.
indent"now you're a king, if you'll take it," night said, and storm looked back from night and rock to the stretch of open water before him, as far as his eyes could see. he could feel the pulse of the sea, felt the power traveling up the cliff, rippling into his muscles as the trio of driven out, ragged cats stood together where ground and sky met. he thought of the glade, of the cats that had fallen. he thought of the wounds that night and rock bore, of his mother. he thought of his father, of quail, of the rest of them. he thought of crow, and his eyes fell shut when the ocean spray splashed up when another wave crashed into the cliff.
indent"king," he whispered to himself. "the king of storm's end."
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↳ full name
called, age, gender
HEAD CYCLONE ⎯⎯
↳ full name
called, age, gender
HEAD SQUALL ⎯⎯
↳ full name
called, age, gender
xx
CYCLONES ⎯⎯
↳ night that falls upon forests
night, 20m, ♂
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ night that falls upon forests
night, 20m, ♂
↳ full name
called, age, gender
xx
SQUALLS ⎯⎯
↳ rock that breaks ground
rock, 29m, ♂
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ rock that breaks ground
rock, 29m, ♂
↳ full name
called, age, gender
xx
STRIKES ⎯⎯
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
xx
SKIES & CLOUDS ⎯⎯
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
THUNDERSTORMS ⎯⎯
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
THUNDERSTORMS ⎯⎯
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
called, age, gender
↳ full name
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MENTORS ⎯⎯
xx
xx
xx
MEDICINE ⎯⎯
borage x1
catmint x1
cobwebs x1
marigold x1
poppy seeds x1
DECEASED ⎯⎯
xx
FAMILY TREES ⎯⎯
xx
borage x1
catmint x1
cobwebs x1
marigold x1
poppy seeds x1
DECEASED ⎯⎯
xx
FAMILY TREES ⎯⎯
xx
xx
PREY PILE ⎯⎯
mice, x0, 1 serving
voles, x0, 1 serving
rabbits, x0, 2 servings
squirrels, x0, 2 servings
hares, x0, 3 servings
big fish, x0, 3 servings
total: 0 servings
mice, x0, 1 serving
voles, x0, 1 serving
rabbits, x0, 2 servings
squirrels, x0, 2 servings
hares, x0, 3 servings
big fish, x0, 3 servings
total: 0 servings
xx
ALLIES ⎯⎯
n/a
ENEMIES ⎯⎯
n/a
BORDERS ⎯⎯
north, isle of the withered fangs, stormt4lon
north-west, house phantasmic, [kat]
west, tribe of darkest waters, inky
south, tribe of hidden shadows, [kat]
south-west, purity of the lemurs, sharpie
n/a
ENEMIES ⎯⎯
n/a
BORDERS ⎯⎯
north, isle of the withered fangs, stormt4lon
north-west, house phantasmic, [kat]
west, tribe of darkest waters, inky
south, tribe of hidden shadows, [kat]
south-west, purity of the lemurs, sharpie