When Dayfern startles backwards and trips over a root, Crowsmile lunges forward to try and catch her. He fails, and she ends up topsy-turvy with her legs comically sticking out. A little shaken himself, though he'd never admit it, a fit of giggles overtakes him. "You look like a dead bug!" he...
The clearing's a bit empty, isn't it? Typical RiverClan, acting like they're better than everyone and then throwing a fit the moment their pride is wounded. Crowsmile stares up at the Great Rock for a moment and scoffs. Even Ternstar, as young and arrogant of a leader as she is, is displaying...
A little thrill rolls through his body as his words spark immediate conflict. The venomous reaction he gets out of the coppery molly only eggs him on, keeping direct, burning eye contact as she takes a step closer. Crowsmile notes the movement with a tilt of his head. "Careful," he warns, "A few...
Sunningrocks comes into view through the trees, and Crowsmile feels a familiar sting of anger. The sun-warmed stones are ThunderClan's rightful territory, and the sight of Freckleflame's murder. He inhales, smelling the fishy stench of their neighbors too strongly for it to be the scent...
ThunderClan is objectively the best Clan, StarClan's favored, but Flamestar must have known what she was doing when she made her agreement with WindClan. Crowsmile's smart enough not to openly undermine or threaten that decision. So he wears a cordial expression when he passes the pair of...
It's a nice day. After moons of seeing nothing but dreary grays and whites blanketing the forest, the emergence of greens and browns and the occasional brightness of a wildflower is more than welcome. But the return of prey to the forest brings out more predators than ThunderClan's hunters.
For...
With so many cats living together in one place, it's only natural that a few... oddities, would make themselves known. Dayfern's been unusual since Crowsmile has known her — or, more accurately, known of her, they've never properly talked beyond passing greetings and small talk around the...
ooc: backwritten to soon after shadowclan's invasion
Left at home, spurned from his chance for glory, Crowsmile burns with envy when he sees the ruby red of arterial blood staining Roeflame's pale muzzle. A mark of a life taken, as bright as a brand against her pelt. But nothing makes his blood...
His frustration at missing his chance for glory evaporates at the sight of Myrtlepaw's body. "StarClan," he breathes, his blue eyes enormous. Her pacifism had been liable to get her killed eventually, but still... it's a shame to see such a young cat die in battle. She'd had her whole life ahead...
Like Dwindlingsun, Crowsmile can't help but wonder if this dog is even older than their elders. It looks like it should've died seasons ago. Still, he'd rather not get too close to his jaws if he can help it, not wanting to risk the possibility that it might not be toothless from age.
He...
It seems Flurryjump has gotten herself into a sticky situation. Her colorful pelt stands out like a fox in the snow against the gray, leafless branches, easily catching the eye. Trailing a few tail-lengths behind Flamestar and Chestnutroot, Crowsmile's whiskers twitch at the sight of a throng of...
≪⛧≫ Flamestar may have already carved her pound of flesh out of Pinepaw's face, but Crowsmile can't help but feel unsatisfied. Stormywing had gotten off lightly for her treachery, and though she's seemingly working hard to prove herself once more, who knows how she really feels about it? "Who's...
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