Recent content by FLINTWISH

When Ashenfall yips in surprise and pain, when the first heaves of labor begin, when ShadowClan's medicine cats and queens whirl in organized chaos about him, there is one thought in Flintwish's mind: after today, everything will be different. It is fear and adrenaline that answer the rallying...

They'd been so excited. It had come in rosy hiccups at first, a promise of together that could become tangible. It had meant seeing each sunrise with fresh blue-green eyes; it meant savoring his meals a little more; it meant his heart quivering just a hair when ShadowClan's kits found themselves...

It is remarkable how rapidly Flintwish feels that she has aged out of these sorts of apprentice games. Bloodpaw's energy is so boundless, an unending fount. She doesn't understand how the not-quite-warrior can find these high spirits, especially in such dire times. Smogstar is gone, and... well...

Flintwish thought that Smogstar disappearing would be the second-best thing to ever happen to him (bested, of course, only by Ashenfall agreeing to be his mate). He has discovered that the opposite could not be more true; that the disappearance of ShadowClan's leader would only lead to turmoil...

Flintwish's eyes are closed against the soft sun kisses. Training Branchpaw isn't easy — though Flintwish is supposed to be the experienced warrior, the truth is that training Chittertongue's kit takes the wind out of the both of them. Maybe it is a remnant of his yellowcough, or maybe it is the...

The bright pink light of morning wears a funeral veil of rain. Flintwish cannot help but feel it is foreboding. When Lilacfur comes into camp in a panic, fretting about a missing Smogstar, it is hard not to feel a bit doomed. He'd been lingering outside the warriors' den, reluctant to take...

It's Mirepurr's first patrol assignment since their promotion. It's Flintwish's first patrol assignment since becoming a mentor — since finding a mate, too. In many ways, it should feel different from all of the patrols that came before. But perhaps it is the beauty of the work that it does not...

Flintwish has received congratulations only a few times in his life. His apprenticeship, his warrior ceremony, and... now. It feels strange, really, and as soon as the first words roll from Wormwatcher's lips to Flintwish's ears, he feels them burn with sharp, stabbing embarrassment. But I'm not...

Flintwish is... glad, he thinks, to patrol with Forestshade again. Where once she offended him, haughty about Granitepelt's malicious nature, he bears none of that aggression anymore. She had mentored him where Scalejaw could no longer, and she had given him some meager skill — enough to become...

Flintwish has an apprentice. Late to her own warrior ceremony, she is deeply suspicious of her own ability to impart success upon the newly-named Branchpaw. It's not like she has no cause for confidence. Forestshade had passed her, and Scalejaw had told her she had promise. Even Smogstar had...

It feels too good to be true. Ashenfall, his best friend, now his mate — Flintwish had never imagined such fortune for himself. Is this what Chilledstar had hoped for him when they named him Flintwish? Is this what Smogstar meant when he told Flintwish to find a goal and chase it? He doesn't...

so this is what happiness feels like...

A small wet laugh expels from his small wet lungs as Ashenfall blathers about best friends. It isn't cruel or dismissive. It is happy, maybe nervous, but ultimately in chorus with his sentiments. It is good that Ashenfall feels the same, because otherwise Flintwish would have probably run across...

It is Smogstar's first meeting. He had spoken to them all before, but this is the first real one, the first one that he calls all of ShadowClan beneath the Clanrock for. Flintwish dreads it like he dreads every other thing that brings him face to face with the blue-bruised tom. He hates...

Flintwish rustles as the nest next to his stirs; Ashenfall stretches his forelegs and his mottled tail nearly sweeps him in the face. Flintwish turns in his nest to re-settle himself, only to realize there's someone else in the den with them. Someone new. He blinks sleep from bleary eyes...