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snakeblink appoints beefang his deputy before he leaves. this is destiny. a serpent lies curled in bushels of tall grass just as his tail snakes around gaunt ankles, scrying eye a blazing glacial white against the ever - darkness. the last of his council, his trusted advisor falls victim...

the river king’s criticism falls upon twitching, tattered ear ; he takes it in with head downcast, ruminating in a beat of silence in which permafrost eyes slither across his mangled profile in flicking micromovements. beseeching, sloped skull arched downward on long vertebrae - gaunt neck like...

rare is it that he should linger so close. the stale reek of windclan is a mere memory in this empty world, yet it scorches the inside of flaring nostrils with a burn that never ceases. paralyzing blues peer from the dark, the shadows that envelop him, rivers of ivory like blaspheming starlight...

he knows of wretched medicine cats. beesong, ravensong . . he had little positive thing to say about either — both quiet, squirrelly creatures. both fleeing, whimpering traitors, waiting until the day they could slink from his camp and disappear into the night. he thinks of it each time he sees...

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for all the countless days and constant night he's endured, warmth spins a smile upon serrated rubberblack lips in the beats of silence it takes before his daughter responds. there is a reverie then in which he pictures himself as he'd expected in the days of living ; raising his children far...

hallo. hallo hallo. hallo i. " speech " † CICADASTAR −− FOUNDING LEADER OF RIVERCLAN. HOMOSEXUAL, MATED TO SMOKESTAR ; FATHER TO LOVEBURN, CICADAFLIGHT && BEEFANG. DARK FOREST RESIDENT. SMELLS LIKE FROST ROT AND DIRTY FLOODWATER. ⁺₊✧ he / him. gaunt, curled black tortoiseshell...

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he has gotten used to wading in these shallows. learning the surreal, soundless meadows and wading further, though never enough to douse patchwork curls in any sort of comfort — brackish water laps annoyingly at bony ankles at its deepest, too thick and too sludgelike to leave not a trace...

he knows when they are angry. the world shakes, a fierce thunder echoing somewhere around him — from everywhere, reverberating from the trees, sounding just outside his box of existence. as if his ears were stuffed, covered in a thick film that dulled each decimal to a hole thrum he could feel...

windclanners are rampant here. a minuscule fact, narrow is comparison to the hold it had by his throat in life ; an ear swivels at a rasp to his back and flint eyes twitch backwards, characteristic wrinkle still lining frostbit nose despite the lack of hare scent that oft triggered it. his ears...

the sky erupts. manifestation in the dark ribbons of misted clouds, shaded like stars he could no longer see. his veins buzz with forsaken glory, burning from the inside out with the flood of tarred ichor. in his time here he had settled ; adjusted to the vantablack, salt - frozen eyes cast...

his body stitches itself back together ; poorly, leaving white - pink scarring where stars should have sewn. the darkness fades in short, pulsing waves but his mind is forged in pieces, scattered like fish bone ribs beneath his paw. when he first awakes, the world is a bruise of blue - black...