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die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ “Trash.” Deadpan timbre, Dawnstorm observed the crinkly plastic with a perplexed expression, brows creased in contemplation. He figured that wasn’t what Cricketpaw wanted, unfortunately, blunt and never quite understanding social talk, Dawnstorm was...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ He never minded night patrols, preferred them where sleep invaded his flailing grasp, unable to do anything until he willed his mind to shut up or he worked himself raw and exhaustion pulled him into a fitful sleep. It was something. Not healthy, but his...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ / takes place after this thread It’d been brief, talking to Willowroot after stumbling on her during a patrol, offering a short telling of where he’ll be for the rest of the day — hunting. He didn’t explain the sudden hunt, nor his rumbled appearance...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Silence hung suffocatingly around Dawnstorm’s shoulders, leaden and encompassing, unnaturally drawn out, days, weeks, perhaps until they reached their usual spot. His helm curled hesitantly, staring at hefty paws, lips tugging into a frown, the bi-colored...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ / some graphic mentions of blood and death, but this is a super late oneshot for the red water rogue plot His breath shuddered — quick and unsteady like the quivering beat of his heart — anticipation running frenzied through pulsating veins, sending him...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ He suppressed a flinch, ear flickering at his father’s word with a shaky nod, sighing softly. Right. He couldn’t afford to look weak, not if he wanted his father’s praise, even if it others didn’t see it as that, but it was helping him. He felt...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ He watched with creased eyebrows, mismatched hues flickering from one to the other, wondering just what he stepped into, but despite the burning questions that rested heavily on his tongue, Dawnstorm remained silent. “Hello.” He offered to the...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Being stuck in the medicine den hadn’t been the worst thing he’d experienced and awkwardly enough, Dawnstorm felt safe tucked away with Ravensong and Moonpaw’s presence, outside of the occasional visit. It left his muscles gooey, mind sluggish, and silent...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Frondfeather. His mind sluggishly replied, staring wide-eyed at the feline standing before him, maw parting to report that he was fine, well and truly if the world didn't sway beneath his paws, legs threatening to buckle beneath his weight as a strained...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ He stared at the kit, words confused and it made something inside him twist in odd ways, so sharp that it stabbed into soft tissue. He had wondered that too, when he first learned about StarClan, confused and wondering if he was stepping on invisible cat...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ His helm tilted, listening with deadpan features despite the twinge of grief that came with mentioning Sasha and Deacon. It was a cat-sized hole that would never be filled, and admittedly, Dawnstorm wasn’t sure if he wanted it filled because wouldn’t that...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ He found himself in an odd position, gaze owlish as uncertainty welled up in the pit of his stomach, not out of discomfort, but sheer confusion. Dawnstorm wasn’t sure how he found himself here at this exact moment. Still, the trickle of emotion that...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ “Swiftfire?” He mumbled, standing beside her, plumed tail twitching at the sight. “Rogue.” He uttered, staring at the half-eaten meal. “Cross borders.” He added, mismatched hues narrowed in thought. “Loners don’t.” His muscles tensed, glancing wearily...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ He blinked at the sudden lack of weight, picking himself up and off the ground with a tired grunt, plumed tail swishing against the ground in confusion. What? He hadn’t won. “You—” He licked his lips, chest shuddering from a swallowed cough, brows...

die with memories , not dreams . ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ He gave a slow blink watching the mouse bounce away from him, ears swerving at Asphodelpaw’s words, heart sinking further. Did he? Bi-colored hues crinkled. “I—” He stopped himself, Willowroot appearing before he made a fool of himself. Oh. Right. “It’s...