Recent content by Cherryblossom

Billiepaw dares run a paw over the thing, explaining it so fluently that Cherryblossom almost believes she's just making it up as she goes along. The thing rustles slightly at the touch, an unnatural sound that makes the hairs on her spine quiver. However, her explanation seems to hold water. It...

She's curled around Lupinesong, touching up the flowing strands of black at the base of her neck. Even after her moons in the medicine cat den, their bodies slot into sharing tongues like a claw into an oft-climbed tree. Still something lingers between them, a sliver of air between...

She's made sure Eggbounce is alright for now. She could also say that Fawnpaw had done that, but she's ascertained it. No one could blame the young, lonely medicine cat for doing a poor job, any more than she could blame herself for suspecting it. For lack of better words than "are you okay?"...

Out of them all, it's somehow Eggbounce who reminds her the most of Ashenclaw. Tawnyclaw is too pompous, Glimmersun too dour, but Eggbounce is as fluffy and tender as she remembers their father's side being. Four seasons have passed since he died, and it all at once feels too long and not...

She's helping. There was only so much standing around with narrowed eyes and flattened ears one could do, and she'd abandoned the pursuit long ago. As cathartic as complaining was, it was neither enjoyable nor satisfying. Maybe it was because no one particularly came after her for it this time...

An askance yellow eye finds Figfeather's as the deputy calls out. Figfeather is someone so bright she's harsh, but Cherryblossom's side-eye lingers on the faint kiss in her cheek as she greets the other side. If she really is gentler with these neighbors than their northern ones, then she can't...

The big purple crest Potionkit manages to balance on his head is spectacle enough, ungainly but easy to avoid with its loudness. Apparently, it is not enough to be mildly inconveniencing: he must be annoying. This must be why he is running around camp with a sap-smeared stick in his jaws...

Somehow, she finds herself in the company of Edenberry again. Like in their apprenticehood, they sit with their faces twisted sunflowerishly towards a teacher, shadows of concentration on their brows. Cherryblossom's attention is mostly devoted to sifting through all of the strange queen's...

A commotion at the bramble tunnel pricks her mismatched ears. They flatten once the cause of it fully registers: a large pelt of sorts, bluer than the midday sky and smoother than snakeskin. Newleaf dirt spatters its hide, but it remains uncannily burr- and needle-free. (If only her pelt could...

Twitchstar’s letting out sighs like he ran on them. The warrior eyes him disdainfully as he paces around the ruins of camp, though she knows full well the state of it is his fault as much as it is anyone’s. It’s almost admirable that he’s not breaking down in tears. If this were all on her...

Something about contagion, Fireflyglow had said. Eons have passed between when he was still here to say that and now; it couldn't have only been a few measly moons. Thank StarClan it hadn't been yellowcough again. A Lupine-less life was a lonely one. Sometimes Cherryblossom had been tempted to...

No matter what she does, this mud is never leaving her coat. Cherryblossom wrings her tail out against the moss with her paws, porcelain nose creasing in frustration. The whole, once-silken thing is nearly black with dirt and water, squelching out into her flower-strewn nest and between the pads...

Verdure has never looked so fiery. Cherryblossom meets them with an expectant stare, leveling torchlight down the bridge of her nose at them. A petty retort is all she expects, an easy shot easily blocked, their skin thickened to her burning tones. "They're my kits." The first pindrops of...

It's amusing, watching a lead warrior fumble around for her words. If it was Twitchbolt, she'd understand, but this was outspoken, prideful Figfeather. Thankfully, her suggestion is outlandish enough to push the matter out of her anyway. "Well," Cherryblossom points out, watching a plump blonde...

"I know, right?" Cherryblossom beams at the older warrior. She's picking up a paw to leave them den when Howlfire receives another dose of opinion. Chickbloom is a ghost. A sunshine-stained, stammering ghost, maybe the least scary ghost there ever was. She almost startles when he decides to...