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Ashenfall had spent his entire life asking everyone to stay. Was it so long ago that he’d sat beside a hollowed old tree with Flintwish at the edge of their world until they could be coaxed back to camp? Was it not enough to beg the stars for clemency, to ask them to take their kittens under...

Ashenfall returned from today's hunting patrol empty-pawed, a fact that sat bitter in his stomach alongside the hunger. Truly, what an unfortunate time for a historically never-anything-more-than-just-okay hunter to try his paws back at warriorhood after eight moons or so spent huddled in the...

Ashenfall has long since been aware that he can be… difficult. Okay, no, more like impossible. He was brittle and spiky and more prone to breaking rather than bending nine times out of ten. This has been the reality of his being for as long as certainly his younger sister could remember. Did he...

The sun sets on Ashenfall's final few days in the nursery, and he frets over the soft curls of kitten-fur like he has every day of these past six moons. When his son gets to the apprentice den, sure, taking care of his high-maintenance pelt will fall onto his own shoulders, but today Ashenfall...

Grief was an alienating sort of monster. Ashenfall spent too long convinced that his grief had torn him up into something beyond repair, something unrelatable, something unloveable. Pain had torn him up inside, each day that passed without a wisp of Mercykit’s whereabouts whittled away at the...

The world has proven itself able to end many times over, each more crushing than the next. Sleep was a curse, maybe. Sugar-spun nothingness to distract the mind from preventing a waking nightmare. Ashenfall stumbles out in a panic when he’s shaken awake, and gravity tears his heart to slam to...

At a certain point, Ashenfall had decided that he just wanted this pregnancy over with. Leave it to the squirming, kicking, cramping reality of a physical present to make all of his murky frettings fade into the “I don’t care about that right now” corner of his brain. The last day was spent the...

Ashenfall presses his nose to the soft white swath of fur of his mate's collarbone, and he is under the impression that he might have already ruined things. Like he'd caught the perfect first snowflake of leafbare and then crushed it beneath his foot before he'd gotten a chance to look at it. He...

Ashenfall wondered if he had done something to will this into being. If their insistence on returning day after day to circle the clearing and dust off grave stones attached misfortune to them like mud on their paws. Or perhaps there was another lesson to be learned from this. Ashenfall kept his...

“Mmyeah, sure…” Ashenfall mutters half-heartedly, distracted by the haze filling his static-blurred head, and perhaps he should have been more attentive to the nervous energy darting behind Mirestar’s gaze, but all he bothers to gather is a sense that he’s being assessed. He assesses them...

“I heard Gigglepaw was on Smogstar’s shortlist for deputy, actually…” Ashenfall pads slowly to approach the group, tired yet unable to sleep, like the rest of them. He blinks at the striped apprentice with an imploring gaze, “It wouldn’t surprise me if Mirepurr had you in mind, too. How do you...

It'd gotten to the point that it was becoming ridiculous to think that he could hide it anymore, not that he tried very hard... But no one's brought it up to his face yet, so he could thank basic decorum for existing while he lingered a bit longer in the warrior's den. And he could thank...

A witness is present at the scene of this particular crime, and this time he is not beneath the spotlight of simultaneous suspected perpetrator. Ashenfall watches idly as the patrol meanders into camp, strategizing idly which of their morsels he would like to scoop up for himself whenever he...