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CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR It’d been so long since he shared a nest with anyone—since kithood, really—that he had almost thought he wouldn’t sleep at all. He was used to the sudden, shocking cool of a nest for one, to nights passed in thin slumber, like rotten ice with dark things...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR For a moment, Claythorn looks nothing short of pained, as if she were some deer chased down, her legs netted in his hesitation. He stills, reconsiders; to compare Claythorn to a prey animal feels wrong at the gut level, even more so when he contemplates the...

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CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR His sister’s blood is still crusted onto his front as he steps into the medicine den—the bitter smell of herbs will always make him think of Moonbeam, and his heart lurches sickly in his chest. He can feel flakes of red cracking from matted black curls and...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR Lost eyes twist Claythorn’s way, pupils tiny and weatherbeaten boats adrift in seas of amber and blue. As they slip from the horizon, gaze forever straying from the promise of purple skies and distant stars, it feels like something leaving; like something...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR Dull-eyed, Cicadaflight shifts along the WindClan border like a shade, mere fox-lengths from the soothing grasp of the distant mountains… or of the gorge. Copper-and-salt eyes longingly search the horizon, his promises to Claythorn feeling like a hook put...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR In all his bleak calculations, he had left off a crucial figure—perhaps intentionally, selfishly refusing to confront the reality of being the next in the long line of cats to abandon her. Slinking, cowardly, into the ranks of all who’d forsaken her...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR Ragged fur curls slyly against split-hued cheeks that remain stubbornly dry, the white and black sides of his face like the faces of a boulder. Cicadaflight’s eyes are gone dull and flat, like overworn silverware, two gaping copper and iron holes in his...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR As night drapes over RiverClan like a thick quilt, its squares sewn together by stars, Cicadaflight finds himself drifting riverwards. The woolen weight of the muggy midnight air should be soothing, by all rights, flattening him to the ground until his...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM 𖥔 RIVERCLAN WARRIOR When he was very small, Cicadaflight remembers a foggy day. He piled his skinny limbs in the entrance to the willow den and watched it creep, slow and unending, over the camp. Thick drifts of dull oearly greay that cloaked the world, turning every cat and...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM ☆ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR Just as fast as they came, the tears flee, leaving him hot-eyed and humiliated—pinned under Claythorn’s fierce golden gaze like a deer in brilliant headlights. He slides his paws from his face, chin tucked to his chest, curling his claws as deep into the...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM ☆ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR Fire spills from between her teeth, but not the sort he’d expected—he’s singed, not consumed. Her ire doesn’t drag her away with curling dragon-claws; no, if anything, she pushes more, gets closer, her words parting the thorny heart of him. Cleansing his...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM ☆ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR Newleaf storms no longer swell the sky above—it is clear, relentlessly beautiful—but he still feels caught in their throes. Cicadaflight coils in on himself at the edge of camp, summer lightning seething under his unruly pelt, pressing against the backs of...

CICADAFLIGHTHE/HIM ☆ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR Dripping and sullen, Cicadaflight stalks through the entrance to camp, ducking his head and chuffing in irritation as freshly greening branches take cautionary swings at him. Even the camp isn’t made for me, he muses bitterly. Each time he makes this...