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Yowls wracked with spittle and fury broke the should-be peace of Fourtrees... but it was foolish to think that any place was immune, wasn't it? A truce meant nothing, divorced from the light of the full moon— meant even less in the view of a Duskclanner. A glorified rogue, he had said it before...

Silkpaw's voice rang out wracked with fear, genuine— raked through in a way she could read, could recognise. DuskClan, attacking... wasn't it all too familiar? Instinctive quills flared firelike across her back, fangs bitten tight. Featherspine felt the rake of claws along his back sting anew, a...

The drawn-forth memory had his smile pressing insistent, remembering saying then that they would be good at it. And really they hadn't done any of it yet, but the sheer happiness both of them felt, weight seesawing against each other... did that not prove how good they'd truly be? No panic, no...

I have been stupid. A little... dramatic. A puff of breath left Featherspine, a subdued sound that her sister would likely recognise as a laugh. A flare for the dramatics, she would have gotten that from their father, the same way he had been gifted their ðir's whipping tongue. The list of...

Eagerness and foolishness were two things precariously married, Featherspine would say. Would it make him a hypocrite, though, to look upon Doekit with anything like disdain? As a kit, Featherspine himself had wished to be anything but— had placed all sharp-eyed focus on what lay beyond those...

Worry and vitality warred along marbled tabby stripes. In the clear Newleaf air, Featherspine felt warmed— by her purpose to bring prey home, even more so. Pinkshine's being in the nursery made his paws itch to do twice the work they normally did. To make up for it, she would say... but there...

Featherspine had figured it might be good for her to spend more time around kittens. Or, at the very least, listen to what they had to say. She frequented the nursery often at least, since Pinkshine dwelled within; eavesdropping therefore hadn't proven difficult. Horned ears flicked at the...

Featherspine had never known her to be quite so particular... not down to the details of tearing off strips of moss, anyway. What, was something wrong with it? It didn't look dead. His face crumpled from some semblance of soft worry to a frown of frustration, brows pinching contemplatively...

The shove was affectionate, he knew... the narrowing of his eyes was joined with the stretching of his smile, sly and satisfied. For as confusing as this last day had been, there was a tiny victory in the swat of Pinkshine's tail, even if Featherspine had not won the overall war. As quickly as...

She had never been much good at nest-making, especially not with picky customers. If it had been anyone else she might have snapped their jaws shut, told them to deal with what she could give them, if it was her they wanted help from so badly... but, it was Pinkshine. Over the moons she had...

Featherspine did not do a good job of feeling alright regarding the structure of this patrol. Though Bluefrost and himself had some frostiness between them, long settled into stiffening bones, but even she would have been less of an insult to him than Whispersong. At least he knew his place...

When she had stirred from a nearly-restful slumber to find the other half of a shared nest flattened and deserted, Featherspine had not been able to suffocate the surprise that had flecked in narrowed yellow eyes— usually there were some morning murmurings between herself and Pinkshine. Briefly...

She had been glad for the quiet; but equally, Featherspine could feel Tigersting's tenseness. Be it locking and unlocking of the jaw, a narrowing of now-sightless eyes— he could see the disquietude twitching from her skin, even if he could not read the place of it. The two of them had never been...

Featherspine felt as if she should rescue Pinkshine from being cornered, which was not a thought to often enter his head; but in the heave and huff of her breath his ears flicked to some sense of vague annoyance, a pouting often given only in the face of an insult. Really, he agreed with her. To...

Featherspine couldn't believe, frankly, that Pinkshine seemed to be the only one remotely annoyed by this. Normally nothing wormed beneath her skin other than an outright insult... and yet, in a collective of Halfkit, Sedgepounce and herself (though Featherspine supposed the competition was not...