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Bluepool cannot help it, the purr that errupts in her throat as she lays teary golden eyes upon the love of her life. As quick as she can, she is moving forward. Her feet can’t bring her to her side fast enough. Tigerfrost and Snailstride cannot be done with their parts fast enough. When she...

// tw : death Suddenly, a weight slams into her side, knocking the breath out of her and she is pushed off of the cat under her paws with the weight of the sudden force colliding into her ribcage. During the scuffle, she had not realized how close they had strayed to the edge, how many paw...

That this fight had to happen was remorseful. RiverClan could have turned the other way, understood that her clan would starve without this prey, prey that would be left uncaught and uneaten by their fangs. They had always been the most selfish clan though, the most greedy. She let's out a...

The first RiverClanner to show his face is one that she recognizes from the gatherings. A lead warrior, she remembers vaguely but she cannot for the life of her remember his name. She had never really cared to pay that much attention at gatherings. His demands for her patrol to relinquish the...

It had not been easy, convincing Slateheart to agree to her plan. But she had done it, her words as sharp as an adder's fangs. "Prove your loyalty lays with WindClan and not them" and he had shut right up. She can tell he is not happy about it though, he follows behind her and Dimmingsun like a...

After the meeting, a lot had been on Bluepool's mind. That night, when she had gone to sleep, she had stared and stared and stared at the bundled up form next to her and she had imagined that brilliant fiery coat turning dull, had pictured the gaunt look of starvation hollowing out her ribs and...

When Bluepool lays golden eyes upon tortoiseshell fur, a smile lights up her whole face. In the whole crowd of cats, there is only her mate. Silver paws lead her to her side instantly and she settles herself close enough so that their fur mixes together. Red in blue. Momentarily, she presses her...

She has never made her dislike for kits a secret, or well she has never tried to hide it at least. This is not to say that she is cruel to them or anything of that sort but rather she just doesn't understand them, doesn't know how to speak to them or interact with them. She had never gotten that...

The tunnels. Bluepool had tried before to will herself into one. She remembers staring at that dark maw, the entrance to the underground and no matter how much she willed it in her mind she could not force her legs to move forward. Her whole body had siezed, her mind racing with possibilities...

There was once a time that Bluepool trotted after her sister like a loyal dog following it's twoleg master, close on her heels, salivating for any chance she could get to sink her fangs into the throats of her enemies. All she had to do was speak the command and she would have jumped into...

By now, most cats knew that Bluepool took particular pride in her nest. It was an art form, creating the perfect place for her and her mate to sleep at night. Wool woven into the softest moss, heather, and tufts of rabbit fur she could find, made complete in new leaf by the fragrance of flower...

Dusk coats the sky in deep hues of dusty purple and pink, spreading over the moors like a blanket. By now, most creatures would be retreating back to their dens, their warrens. They would be starting to wind down for the night. Cats back at camp would be settling down too, sharing a meal and...

She cannot help the way her eyes roll at the words that come out of the young girl's mouth. 'I hate you!' she screams and the it devolves into her crying something about not wanting to learn and the whole thing is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Bluepool is about to deliver a swift cuff to...

The day has finally come. Her apprentice would be made into a warrior. Bluepool had done everything she could to prepare him for this moment. She had molded him as best she could, mostly through necessity as she had been born during an unfortunate time in WindClan's history (fraught with...

Admittedly, Bluepool knows little of Sunstar's history past the fact that he had travelled here a long way. The mountains, she remembers. It is where he and Wolfsong had learned to speak in that strange tongue. Past that though, she does not remember much. Certainly, he has said something in...