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( 𖤓 ) despair hunches the shoulders of the cream tabby boy as he stumbles home. his jaw is burdened by a corpse that drags along the ground by his paws. tears streak out of evergreen eyes, mingling with crimson that stains snowy white fur. basilpaw carries his father home to rest, a broken shell...

( 𖤓 ) "thunderclan," he pants as the snowy feline turns to him with venom. "didn't kill anyone!" basilpaw lashes, foolish, untrained, and swansong gets in a blow. claws hook into the skin on his chin, pulling twisting, until they slide through crimson down to his throat. the boy swallows, panic...

( 𖤓 ) blood rushes in the young tom's ears as he hurries after his deputy toward what he knows may very well be his own demise. from what he knows, shadowclan never fight fair, but he does not intend to either. their audacity - to steal territory rightfully belonging to thunderclan since the...

( 𖤓 ) basilpaw treds carefully after the patrol with his head already to the ground. evergreen eyes flick across the path, determination glowing in them as the boy snuffles at various plants, wondering vaguely how he's supposed to recognize something useful versus something dangerous. others ask...

( 𖤓 ) "ye-eaah wolfpaw!" the cheerful shout echoes from the pale throat as basilpaw skips out into the open, a mouse of his own clutched in his jaws. his sibling's first catch is something to celebrate, and delight sparkles in the green gaze of the boy, paws tapping across the ground. "good...

( 𖤓 ) narrow paws pad with abandon down the familiar trodden trails of thunderclan territory. a lanky cream and white shape comes into view of the river as basilpaw treds ahead of his patrol, basking in the warm leaf-fall sunset. as the opposite bank comes into view, the apprentice spots a small...

( 𖤓 ) eager paws carry the son after his father. through crackling undergrowth and along well trodden trails, the pair travel, soft conversation traded between them. there is a comfort now in the forest that has been missing for the past moon. the trees seem welcoming, beckoning in the new...

( 𖤓 ) basilpaw can feel his claws practically itching to sink into the rough tree bark as he watches deerpaw carefully traverse the branches. green eyes follow the other boy’s figure, noting where he messes up and where he succeeds, filing the information away for his own try. deerpaw ascends...

( 𖤓 ) in the weeks post civil-war, basilpaw has become increasingly clingier, even if he’ll never admit it out loud. he sticks to his siblings’ sides like pine sap stuck to tangled fur, never far from their sight. when training, he’ll often ask his father to see if merlinpaw or wolfpaw can join...

( 𖤓 ) the medicine cat offers a wan smile, one basilpaw returns as he steps closer. approval glows in the boy's gaze as he blinks kindly. gentlestorm's voice is rusty, rough from injury and not for the first time does basilpaw curses skyclaw, wherever he may be now. "okay," the boy agrees...

( 𖤓 ) he can't say he's the most up-to-date on who's with who, and which cats dwell in the nursery now, but he does know badgerstripe's story, and it is for this reason that he lingers. ferny green eyes follow the dappled blue woman as she moves to-and-fro, bugpaw on her tail. basilpaw's friend...

( 𖤓 ) it's nice to feel safe in his den again. it had seemed like a luxury mere days ago, but now that everything has more-or-less returned to normal, basilpaw finds himself indulging in the feeling. curled in his newly built nest, which has been dragged back to where it originally was now that...

( 𖤓 ) the young tom cannot say truthfully that he has ever lost love. he has been too coddled within his youth to know sadness or shame, and although he has lived through thunderclan's most traumatic time, he cannot even begin to imagine the pain his clanmates must be feeling. the boy feels out...

( 𖤓 ) it is a relief and a blessing to hear the echoing tones of flamewhisker - now flamestar - upon the highrock once again. gone is the growling voice of skyclaw, traitor king of rats, replaced by a calming, motherly tone. the vocals of the rightful queen, regal atop her throne. basilpaw...