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Perhaps the disgraced ex-deputy thing was contagious. Badgermoon had heard the basics of what had happened to Snakehiss in the time he and Curlewnose had been in exile, and he would be lying if he said it was not at least slightly amusing. Mostly, though, it hurt his heart to see the young dark...

Curlewnose was nearly delirious with fatigue, and Badgermoon felt himself nearing the tunneler's level of exhaustion. Nonetheless, he stood as straight as he could manage as he was addressed by Sunstar - once his friend, now his...captor? Leader? Savior? Perhaps all of those, and more. The...

In the distance, for a moment, he thought he saw her. A gray coat, small frame, sickening green eyes...Badgermoon's heart, already thunderous, seized for a few painful seconds, until he realized who he was looking at. Sootspot: named for his mother, and resembling her, too, in looks and in...

Hardness had entered into Badgermoon's eyes in a way that had never been there before. Months of living on the edge, the pain of being separated from his home and his kin - they had taken their toll on the affable tomcat. And yet...the moment Periwinklebreeze came into view, his yellow eyes...

Badgermoon was painfully aware that his continued existence had been dependent on another's mercy, and that his future lay in the paws of someone who may view him as a traitor of the worst kind. If these facts had been true for only himself, perhaps he could've lived with - had he not made...

There was certainly nothing funny going through Badgermoon's mind. He had been waiting for this, had bet his and his friend's life on it - he wasn't about to screw it up now. He did his very best to avoid taking even a single step too quickly as he followed Twitchbolt, keeping his head tipped...

I don't remember him being so talkative. Badgermoon thought with a slight ripple of surprise. Apparently, not living under a dictator emboldens the tongue. He thought back to Orangeblossom's open disapproval of Blazestar's choice to take himself and Curlewnose into SkyClan's camp, how he had...

The conversation above their heads shifted, its tide dragged towards the day of the catmint raid by a muscular, two-toned tomcat. Badgermoon recognized him, he thought, and his expression clouded as the icy memories were brought forth. His own involvement in that affair had been centered on...

Badgermoon could certainly understand being so tired you felt unwilling - or unable - to move. He knew that feeling all too well, as most warriors surely did. At the moment, though, his exhaustion was of a different type, and while his body did ache, it was for lack of movement rather than an...

It was, perhaps, not a surprise that Badgermoon's sleep had been unsettled of late. In large part, this was - of course - because he was currently a prisoner under near-constant supervision, and the events which had brought him to that state of being were at the forefront of his mind. Secondly...

Nothing mattered to Badgermoon now that he and Curlewnose had escaped. Or, perhaps, nothing else mattered to him. The former tunneler was safe - he would survive the wound to his neck, thanks to SkyClan - and there was a chance, no matter how slim, that he might get to do harm to the cat he had...

It was odd to be spoken about, instead of spoken to, but Badgermoon felt that he couldn't bring himself to object. Certainly he was not enjoying the feeling of hatred pressing in on all sides - who would? - but he could hardly blame the SkyClanners. Until but a precious few days ago, he was the...

The journey complicated an already-complicated life. This new sickness - this yellow cough, as it had been dubbed - raged through the Clans, snuffing out lives as easily as a stiff breeze bowed a blade of grass. That so many warriors would be departing their Clans, leaving them vulnerable to...