Recent content by claythorn

The morning was... nice, she thinks. Waking up to a nest that wasn't empty, almost warm, though she made perfectly sure to not touch him if he didn't want it. But it was companionship, her friend resting easier then he had in a little bit next to her. She could sacrifice being halfway out of her...

She wonders briefly why everything has always felt like a negotiation for her. With Otterbite, it was nothing short of a reasoning to keep her secret, well, secret- to give her protection, to further their companionship in the eaves of what others considered loved. Now, it was bargaining...

Claythorn can still remember almost dying, here. The Windclanner that knocked her to the ground, caused a concussion, who was then killed by.. by Ferngill. She swallows at the thought, of Bluepool's sharp eyes staring down at her, at Ferngill's panicked expression. Her eyes closed softly as she...

Claythorn isn't clan born. She's far from it- she came in with the colony cats who had been washed downriver, flooded out elsewhere, taking on territory that had belonged to Riverclan. Claythorn honestly didn't come from there, either. Hazel's eyes flashed in her memory as she bit down on her...

She's fang deep in a trout, passing it to whoever settled next to her after their sunrise patrol. Claythorn thinks things are.. fine- not good, but fine, after Lichenstar's and Moonbeam's deaths. A heavy cloud clings to camp despite it all, but they were moving forward. Snakeblink would be going...

To say these deaths felt surprising anymore would be to lie, and Claythorn didn't like to lie. She is exhausted, eyes squinted against any light there may be as she exits the warrior's den, where she had been keeping an eye on what she liked to call 'gaunt old ghost'. Cicadaflight's mental...

His answer doesn't make her flinch, not outwardly. But it does hurt- it hurts, hearing what she had speculated at, confirmed and in the open. She doesn't expect it to hurt this much. She bites down on her cheek, turning her head away, ears flattening against her skull further. Like nails dug...

Her voice is like a clear bell- ringing, rippling the water that sighs and ebbs not far from where he stands. "Cicadaflight." Raw, aching tone finds it's way into her voice, regardless of how hardy she likes to think she is. It's begging and demanding, all in the same, single uttered word...

She is quiet, watching and waiting for him to unfurl from himself. As heavily as her words had carried, it wasn't up to her to step out of the shadows, to let the grief fall away of this pressure he spoke upon- no, it wasn't her choice or job. It was his. She could not wrangle the beast that...

Not only has she endeavored to make this vigil, like the last, she has brought Cicadaflight to both, if he allows it. Watching him fade was worrying enough, but they were not the only ones aching. Moonbeam touches many lives- not just her, or Cicadaflight. Her love had spread to those that live...

hey so what the FUCK is going on in my clan. why are we all dying.