Recent content by BERRYHEART

The world had thrummed with wrongness, since Howlingstars death- now, a light rises from the ashes. A loyal ember who had dedicated much of her life to ThunderClan- a purr sings in Berryheart's throat when he sees her. Blue, of course, is first to greet her with smiling eyes and words drenched...

He is there, of course. Before she needs him, steadfast and reliable, as he always was in life. He stands among the living as Dapples' voice rises, tainted by anger, by a madness that will lead him to turn claws against his kin. The truth of it twists Berryheart's stomach to sickness, but in...

There is joy in talking to the living... a reversal of talking to the dead. Berryheart had never regretted his visions of StarClan during his time as ThunderClan's medicine cat, but there is significantly more indulgence when walking in dreams compared with being the mind tread upon. Cherished...

Berryheart is at @GRAY WOLF 's side- it is strange to know someone in death, to meet one's father not at birth but at expiration. Nevertheless, the connection is a comforting one. During his life, Berryheart had been plagued with a nagging question that pecked relentlessly at the back of his...

An ideal world does not exist, where Freckles and Snowy flank him, three healers of ThunderClan, wise and unaffected by death. Even as a spirit, Berryheart regrets his first apprentice's death. Even as he looks upon his second apprentice, Berryheart itches to finish his training. Stars settle...

Above all else, he is sorry- a sorry excuse for a sight, and sorry that he is a sight at all. Loyal as ever, Snowy is at his side first- and though he cannot hear the rumblings of apprentices, it will not be a far stretch to imagine, when he has the time. Friends flock to his side, and...

Sleep came easily for the first time since he had fallen ill- and despite the chill, he had moved closer to the entrance of his den, into a patch of slightly-warm sallow that lit the floor, the midday sun giving him respite. Berryheart sank into dreams, still feeling the eyes of the stars upon...

Oh, how he wished he could soothe her- by any means necessary. By herbs or a prayer. But none of that on her would save him from whatever fate lurked in the eyes of the stars. Whatever fate they could see, and he could not. Their mystery had always been slightly frustrating to him, but until now...

Kindles' words were reassuring, as ever- spoken from the maw of someone who felt safe in this den even when the air was thick with illness. Of course, he was grateful for the company, grateful to provide safety and comfort. It was his duty as a healer to do that, of course- just as it was his...

Not for some time, it won't. Berryheart blinked softly, looking over to her with a silent flicker of knowing. "Eventually." It was not pessimism- it was simple fact. Eventually, the cats whose wounds he healed would die- he would pass to the stars, someday, and his paws would no longer sew souls...

The look in her eyes was one of confusion, apprehension prickling in her verdant eyes. Guilt raked claws across Berryheart's gut, breaths hoarsened by an onslaught of uncharacteristic nervousness. Another prophecy, perhaps? Obviously, Berryheart was loathe to say it- to admit ignorance. He...

The sunlight was sorely missed, but sometimes slips of it leaked in through the doorway. He saw the light, kindling and ash- a nephew who sought him out every so often, who he'd shared many a quiet moment with. Mossy eyes shone with gladness as he saw him- whatever the reason for his visit...

Sleep came and went, but that was the way of wellness too. And now when he slept it was peaceful and deep- uninterrupted by coughs jolting him awake. It was not wheezing bursting from within himself that awoke him, therefore- it was rustling, and a chirping voice. Mossy green eyes opened...