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Candorflight breathes sweet relief as his brother joins his side, their own voice seeking to out-roar the whipping winds. Duskpool has ducked inside not long after him. And poor Fawnpaw— he frets over the herbs more keenly that he does his own well-being. Sympathy softens Candorflight's gaze...

Is it humility that has his brother clamoring like this? Urging his Clanmates not to worry, seemingly in no hurry to have his wounds tended to... If not for his own nudging, and if not for Butterflytuft's insistence, he's not certain he would've had himself seen to. Curiously, Candorflight tilts...

It is not often that Candorflight walks the territory without any real purpose. The sky has not fully cleared. What gloom still lingers overhead seems to taunt SkyClan with the possibility of another downpour, even if the territory was still riddled with remnants of the last. The pine trees seem...

Waiting out the storm has turned out to be more precarious of a matter than anyone could have possibly dreamed of. The familiar pattering of raindrops had quickly become a downpour, battering down on SkyClan with dreary, ruthless paws. Along with practically every warrior, Candorflight had taken...

His brother has returned home, beaten and bloody. It is not the first time. Candorflight feels he would be fool to fret over it now, even if the wounds he wears are worse than before. Crowded by enough what happened's from kits, queens, and warriors alike, Candorflight does not contribute his...

Ttheir disagreement is not a small one. Candorflight is taken aback by the hard edge in her words, one that he might've missed if not for the lips that uttered it, if not for the dim cloud lingering over them both. His ears flicker backward briefly. His age cannot keep him from feeling scolded...

It speaks to her character, to sound so certain of her oncoming warriorhood despite the trials she's faced. Although SkyClan has been blessed with many a peaceful moon, the delaying of one's warrior name is hardship enough, he imagines... A weaker willed sort would surely crumble under what may...

The breeze is kind to them, this night; a far cry from the whipping winds that had bowled them over moons ago. In the absence of Leaf-bare's cruelty, there is plenty else for them to lose sleep over. At the very least, him and Doeblaze can utilize their wakefulness for good. "It is," he...

When Fluffypaw approaches, a newfound brightness in her eyes, her spirits high, and if nothing else: herself, the cat that Candorflight has sworn his loyalty to... how could he possibly refuse? Candorflight does not dwell on the past when it does not benefit him. His memories of kithood are...

It's familiar— titles aside— falling into Twitchstar's step. He did not resent the familiarity. Routine remained because it had value, after all! Candorflight would approach with no less enthusiasm than he'd had his very first day as an apprentice. Twitchstar stirs a chuff of laughter from him...

decorThe declaration of brevity is an unnecessary one. Candorflight has never asked for much, and amongst his few wishes and requests... the need for SkyClan's meetings to be shorter has never been one! Still, Candorflight settles. The russet tones of his ears perk in earnest, attuned to the...

decorCandorpaw has been ready for this day since kithood. Of course... readiness could imply a great many things. Had young Candorkit, his eyes still a storming blue, tail little more than a pale, spine strand, been capable of slaying great beasts? Certainly not! No winged thing's cry would...

Wind howls past his ears. Though he'd had ample time to scope out the breadth of the storm, he had been resolved to brave it... and only now reconsiders his decision as he stumbles at his clanmates' sides. Presumably, anyways. He can hardly make out his own whiskers, and when he does hear a cry—...

A celebration! The best of tales always ended with one, friends and family alike coming together to celebrate the fall of the villain, the rise of the king, etcetera, etcetera... Though Newleaf may be far away from them still, it certainly feels like a moment of triumph, this blessed moment of...

What a fate that has be fallen his kin! Missed mark of the claws, some trap orchestrated by the very ground itself. Surprise sends a chocolate-banded tail skyward. Tall, tree-bound shadow of his mentor, his shoulders bunch where they perch themselves atop a branch. They are much the same in some...