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Upon Ternstar's call, Burdocktail abandons the frog he'd been picking at. Murmuring to the first passerby he sees that they can take the rest of it—what little meat is left of it, anyway. Apprehension churns in his stomach. There's something going on; he can see it in the taut muscles of his...

Burdocktail watches the scene unfold with an unreadable expression. Snowlark, leaping out at the first cat to pass him by, yowling something about taking their bones. The first cat, as fate would have it, being one of the most neurotic warriors ShadowClan has to offer. Oh, StarClan really does...

Another moon, another meeting. Burdocktail sighs as he takes his place beneath the Clanrock. He knows that such meetings are important, but they are also monotonous. Kits becoming apprentices, apprentices becoming warriors... And, of course, the reminders of all they've lost in the past moon...

Burdocktail snorts at Lostkit's enthusiasm. He wonders, for a moment, where kittens get such gusto from; he couldn't imagine being so excited over the possibility of another cat fighting an owl. If anything, he'd be livid that StarClan sent an owl after a clanmate... or disappointed that a...

Marblepaw returns at sunrise, and so ends the night he'd spent staring at the walls of the warriors' den. Counting prickles in the bramble bush. Awaiting Marblepaw's arrival with bated breath alongside his clanmates. What would her new name be? Would the stars grant her their favor? Or would...

Burdocktail's eyes narrow at the revelation. Snowypaw is a lead warrior now. After all of the search patrols, after all of the grief, Snowypaw had been in RiverClan this entire time. And now, she's serving their council as if she'd been born and raised by the riverside. As if she never turned...

Herb gathering. His lips press tight together. It's quite a bore, collecting plants that he couldn't even remember the names of—but he won't argue with Sharpshadow. It's a necessary evil, subjecting himself to such a monotonous task. At least they aren't being sent on the Carrionplace patrol...

It seems that however inconspicuous he tries to be, it falls flat. Others catch wind of his hushed revelation and come flocking to them like crows to carrion. Not that Burdocktail cares. The more that gather around, the higher of a chance that something equally as piquant comes to light. Or, at...

A young voice calls for his attention. Burdocktail pauses in the meticulous grooming of his unruly pelt—not that any amount of grooming would fully tame the resilient prickles of fur—head tipping to one side. What could it be this time? Another kitten begging for his rapt attention? Perhaps...

The sun sets on the horizon, the long shadows cast over the marsh signaling the end of another day. Most of his clanmates are beginning to settle down for the evening, himself included. Listening to another warrior drone on about how they missed a catch, his attention focused anywhere but on the...

“Oh, dear,” Burdocktail says as he pads up to the Thunderpath alongside his fellow patrol members. Ears perked and eyes narrowed, his tail sweeps over the frosty ground before curling over his back in a faux display of a chipper attitude. He flashes Raccoonstripe a smile that's all teeth. “Are...

Burdocktail wonders how long Ternstar would allow Mapletuft to remain on her council. If even the stars themselves did not want her as ShadowClan's leader—a decision from their ancestors that, for once, does not evoke ire from the tortoiseshell—what point is there in keeping her as deputy? For...

Burdocktail casts his eyes towards the heavens upon hearing Snowlark's comment. Flurries of snow fluttering, dotting the ground with pristine white. A beautiful sight, contrary to what some of his clanmates might believe. Snow is one of StarClan's gifts. A lovely spectacle to behold… When they...

The cloying scent of blood fills the bitter air. Sharp, metallic, and foreboding. Burdocktail's fur stands on end, watching the patrol trudge back into camp with their heads hung low. Grieving. Yellow eyes flick to the shadowy figure on their backs, horror dawning on his face. Starlingheart...