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.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. The RiverClanners claws find their grip in coarse chocolate fur with ease, and from the point of contact, it is a whirlwind-dance. Her opponent is fierce, but no land-dwelling warrior would stand a chance with her in the water. Claws and fur alike fly as the pair take their...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. The cold sun feels electric against the tabby warriors back as Lakemoon lays in wait near Iciclefang and Snakeblink atop the rocks, Graypaw standing somewhere below. It had been an order; though he wasn’t to stray far until the battle started, and then Lakemoon expected him to...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. To be on the heels of her former apprentice is, surprisingly, the last thing on Lakemoon’s mind as the weary patrol treks around the water-logged wreckage of the wetlands. She keeps Graypaw close at all times, rarely letting the gray-striped apprentice stray more than a...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. It had been a near half-moon since Splashdances graduation, and the lifting if Graypaws inner-territory restrictions. He’d be due to join her for his first gathering this moon, though admittedly Lakemoon had let her focus stray from her sons milestone since she pulled Howlingstar...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Apprentices weren’t exactly known for their logic or rational thought, that’s no secret. When Magpiepaw and Eveningpaw had been hauled back into camp, the former beaten bloody and the latter reeking of fear and fox, Lakemoon had thanked the stars her sons had more sense than...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Lakemoon preferred to keep herself and her paws busy, though her apprentices were often burdened with the warrior’s rigorous working habits by extension. The silvery warrior still tried to give them extra downtime when she could, hoping it would inspire her to learn a thing or...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. When her grandmothers eyelids begin to flutter, Lakemoon has to choke back a gasp of relief, instead stepping back to give Howlingstar space to get up. You saved me. Storm toned ears flatten, her heart still hammering as emotions writhed behind azure hues, trying to rip...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. She’s brooding, Lakemoon knows she’s brooding. Her apprentices are tending to duties somewhere deeper in the territory, unable to accompany her on the river bank facing ThunderClans territory. Graypaw had been struggling since Streamkits accident, the silvery warrior can see how...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. When the Lichenstar had sought her out after the crowd had begun to disperse, Lakemoon couldn’t say she hadn’t been expecting it. The silvery tabby was quick to send Splashpaw and Graypaw off as a pair, gluing greenhorn to seasoned. Now, hardened navy optics are narrowed silently...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. The sun is spiteful in the way it burns against Lakemoons spine. Green-leaf had never suited her the way leaf-fall and leaf-bare do, despite the blessings the warm season brought. After exchanging words with Hazecloud, the warrior had been quick to leave with her patrol, hoping...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. At the sound of Hazecloud’s call, Lakemoon rises from where she had been previously settled outside of the warriors den. As the lanky warrior approaches, azure hues catch the strident figure of Iciclefang, and the tabby spares a brief tip of her ears towards the recently freed...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Lakemoon had been feeling equal parts of excitement and apprehension for her kits apprentice ceremonies. With that -paw attached to the end of their names Lakemoon would be able to watch them grow into their potential, she’d be able to take them with her to swim by the willow...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Her kits apprentice ceremony was on the horizon, and Lakemoon had spent this last moon feeling equal measures of excitement and bewilderment. For her, these last six moons had felt like a breath, expelled in a heartbeat. Though, she was sure Iciclefang felt differently. In...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. The sun blazed golden in the sky, having already burned any morning clouds away. Lakemoon had spent her time evaluating Splashpaw, studying how her apprentice had been adapting in the meadowlands. So far, the transition from marshland hunting to RiverClan land techniques had been...

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. I’m so sorry for your loss, dear. Her mothers comfort is nearly achingly soothing, and Lakemoon tilts her temple into Lily Pads, shaded ears involuntarily tilting backwards. Her mothers empathy is a striking realization, of course Lily Pad would know Lakemoon’s agony. A knot ties...