Recent content by FERNDANCE

To visit one's grave was a special thing, but to visit the place they had died could've been a nightmare. Time and time again she willed herself away from the edge of the Thunderpath, wishing to utilise what had been sacrificed for, not wishing to have that on the back of her mind every time she...

She lashed her tail, stomach twisting in knots as she felt her clanmate's eyes settle upon her. 'Don't be a bother... don't be a bother...' But how could she not be when her daughter's safety was on the line? Legs bunched closer into a defensive position as the Deputy snapped back at her...

'We're here to hunt.' It wasn't a reminder spoken by Snowlark, but one that Ferndance had to remind herself of in the absence of a friend to speak to. She trotted along on delicate paws, trudging through patches of mud like a wading bird until they reached the Carrionplace and the smell of...

Her tail tip quivered with excitement, a smile appearing on her maw as she struggled to contain herself. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been assigned a Carrionplace patrol and when the rest of the borders felt respectfully average (small talk or violence was not on the cinnamon...

Perhaps she didn't have a horse in this race, but the cinnamon tabby spoke with an earned confidence when it came to hunting and tracking. She tilted her head towards Puddlepaw as he discussed Raintooth's newest plan, squinting as if catching a waft of something particularly unpleasant. "Oooh...

Snowypaw is a Lead Warrior now. Ferndance's heart swelled with pride. It was always difficult, lingering around the gathering cats hoping that any news surrounding her daughter would be shared, but for two moons now, there'd been nothing. Hearing that her daughter had been promoted made the...

Grief was a slow poison, and it seemed that each memory that had once sparked joy now sat tepid and festered; she would never see the inside of the Nursery again. Once a source of joy at the realisation had turned into horror as she was reminded of her isolation and, as such, she had avoided...

She didn't mean to eavesdrop, at least, that was what she'd told herself as her ears pointed in the pair's direction and nose got so close that it was as if she were trying to sniff out the juiciest piece of gossip. Perhaps it was karma then that Sharpshadow's reaction to it caused her to recoil...

It wasn't hard to wonder where most of the forest went when it was leafbare. Thankfully, the she-cat had deduced some time ago that plenty of the world's inhabitants buried themselves underground or within trees when it was too cold, though, how exactly they survived was beyond her...

Needle had never been good at grooming since the cinnamon tabby had known her. She had adapted well to her broken jaw, but her bug had always been a little bit slobbery and too much saliva turned any moment of sharing tongues into a bath. Fern had never minded - spiked fur and uneven patches...

Life was... weird. One moment you were lamenting the loss of the one thing that had kept you grounded, the next you were chewing on something so bland it made crowfood look like a dinner from the Stars. Ferndance didn't think she had reached that latter milestone in some time, for even the...

Blood boiled like hot ash beneath the cinnamon tabby's skin. It had been a coincidence that she was so close to the dreaded border, coincidence that a moon of discipline had fallen to the wayside, but her heart hurt at a familiar scent and she hadn't been able to help herself from making it hurt...

Every day the wind's message grew stronger, temptation like freshkill wafting through the air. She could not claim to be dissimilar from those who now saw it best to leave, but their abandonment was venom rotting away all that Needledrift had died for. Her fur bristled at the chill that brushed...

One could easily imagine the juiciest frog in the marsh, fat rolling off of his bunched haunches just waiting for an eager feline to catch it. Fern was sure she had caught such a delicacy once, twice, perhaps even three times - seldom did it match the feeling of seeing something she just had to...

She was convinced that she looked better out of spite. There was a plumpness to her haunches once only reserved for the better moons, a shimmer to her smile that seemed to radiate the energy of her beloved above, a twinkle in the eye that suggested life not yet snuffed out. And yet, staring down...