—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
There had been a well-hidden fear in the time Hazecloud spent as a queen that one day she would be turned a widow. It wasn't an uncommon tragedy, the life of a warrior wash harsh and cruel. The stars, the Clan, the river- it all called for the blood...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
She looks like Snowflakekit, here. Still within the mimicry of something peaceful, as though a gentle sleep had taken over her body and not let go. The scent she is coated in is the only tattle that tears down the truth. Herbs mixed so frequently, the...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
The cold that crept into her mate's feverish body had crawled its way into her heart. Lichenstar had died plenty before, she had visited the silent watchers of StarClan in every occasion of throwing herself in harms way so that RiverClan would live...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
Lichenstar is getting worse- it is not a fact she can keep ignoring. Not something that can be easily hidden or disregarded with more affection and longer rises to their mornings. Ever since she woke to find the leader half-soaked in the shallows of...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
Conversation isn't hard for Hazecloud to find, rarely has it ever been, and she often spent her idle time drifting between faces in chatter and playing games of quick catch-up before she's off to her next assignment. The smoky queen had only just...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
Twinkleflight's squeal is shrill in innocent play, just the same as when she was a kit, no taller than a little sprout from the soil. She is no longer the small girl that recklessly splashed through the shallows, finding joy in seeing the minnows dart...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
The waters were still chilly from the springtime breeze, but a RiverClanner took to the water at any chance it wouldn't send them freezing. It was the time she taught her own kits to swim in, bearing their fur against the weak tide of the stream that...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
The return of sunningrocks had been a victory long in waiting, lost for nearly three leaderships within the Clan, Hazecloud felt proud to say it had been under the guide of her mate that their territory was rightfully given back. Though the battle had...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
The warmth of the newleaf sun peered between the drawl of willow branches, replacing the cool breeze that tried to crawl into her nest. Hazecloud had assumed the title of the heavier sleeper, out of the three of them still. Lichenstar had parted from...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
It was hard to believe such a pillar of RiverClan, another before the tide of these Clan purists that entered their ranks, had faded to sparkle among the stars. Hazecloud stood, bravely, before the pair of mates as Robinheart addressed the Clan and...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
Fluttering hearts warmed in the newleaf sun, it is a blessing to see her kin grow from just beyond what little bodies tucked beside her as a queen. It's hard to believe now, seeing Pebbletail wearing the life of a warrior, that he was ever so small...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
It is such a hopeful want for the tides to turn in their favor. A naivety that she had been ripped from quickly and perhaps, it is a sad sight to see her little one also lose that childish sense in him. Try as they might, it was an impossible feat to...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
Victory had been tainted once already, but now with the it all thrown to the wind with wounds only time could sow together, the molly was ready to clear the tensions with some mild celebrations.
The prey was not running rampant, but it was to be...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
As her misty-furred namesake, Hazecloud took to the stones beside Lichenstars peers with her best attempt at stony stoicism. It isn't fun, coming here without her mate in these tensions. She felt exposed atop the cold rocky surface, feeling the chilly...
—————————————————————⊰✿⊱————————————————————
One into the next, the council gave their thoughts voice. Remarks shown in the puffs of mist from their maw against the cold stuffy air, tails lash and pelts bristle. Anger shown from peeking fangs as they speak, ears folded back in crestfallen shame...
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.