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Here comes the most morbid of parades! He's not surprised to be among them, given the heartstring tugging him along, but he does find himself positively prickling with thrill where he stands. Mallowlark has never felt so powerful- never wanted to, really. But silver eyes became the stars...

He is himself again, as quickly as his breath had stopped. Mallowlark's soul rouses from paralysis- he finds the light of sun makes him gleam like stars. He wonders, does he burn so bright that he becomes void? In the reuniting of old friends, a gentle brush and tender, familiar greeting ...

Mallowlark does not run. He hears I love you, words that harmonise with all the earth no less than they ever had. Whether without description, on a bloodsoaked night... whether said in sickness, in health ... said before a disapproving crowd, or beneath the healing glow of sunset. Grinning lips...

The only certainty in this cruel, crushing world is that there exists no regret between the both of them- for that, Mallowlark is glad. That all they have ever done for each other is still strongly loving, enough for the brush of a muzzle to thaw the cryogenic prickle of his blood, is the...

Whenever he felt the gentle brush of Dawnglare's tail against his side, Mallowlark felt something missing that he often did not notice- the lack of that limb of his own, an aching thing gone. Long ago, ripped away- gosh, and he hadn't been dead! It was a reminder of the cruelty, the power of the...

In the slight severing of them, the ravine opens its maw again- the ground rumbles its disapproval, and Mallowlark feels again that sharp sting of panic, that whirling vertigo. it's all he can do to keep black paws rooted to the earth- a refusal to waver clamping through every little muscle...

Ebony paws staggering at the collision, Mallowlark's breath rushes out of him- his eyelids flutter for a moment as if he is lost in dreams. Relief has knocked into him just as Dawnglare did- his head aches with it, and there's hardly anything he can grasp long enough to paint with his voice. I'm...

Blood made black paws darker still- richer. It was a sight he'd never get tired of, a boundless fascination. It purpled his fur, almost ... like a bruise on fur, wonderfully impossible. This, here- entrenched entirely in interest, and in divine company... it was all he could ask for, really. It...

It's dark. It's not, really. The sky is alight with the wound of sunset. Crimson, but not that bleeding sort that wept from the sky the night he fell in love. It's an old injury, like a burst blood-vessel- slumbering beneath the surface, droplets beading through the pine-needles. Twolegplace...

It kicked off so quickly, like a crack to the ribs. More voices joining the clamour. He'd always liked the Skyclanners much more than the Windclanners- felt they might regard him a little more kindly, that maybe, maybe he might be one of them. That was what Blazestar had said, that he belonged...

Hah, he wasn't much bothered to get involved, really... Fireflyglow having a mate wasn't that surprising, he supposed. He'd always blinked softly at that Greeneyes- the deep-rooted disease beneath such a happy glance, he was none the wiser to. It would be a bit stupid to have all four of them in...

A tiny lull, and Mallowlark felt a little skip in his heartbeat. Stupid, really. That idiotic kind that fought against the rules of everything, the way it had always been ... the smallest inkling of fear that he might have gotten something wrong. He'd felt it moons and moons ago- asked, you know...

In truth, Mallowlark had been more excited when he'd thought it had been a dead bird. With doglike excetement he'd watched the thing fly, only for it to do a limp little weave, made of sticks and twine and whatever-else ... it was a feeble thump when it hit Owlheart, not the crack that a bag of...

"Opposites attract ... I've heard tha-hah-hat before! It's a good one..." Mallowlark teetered over, grin splitting his skull in two. Dog-bright fangs gleamed in the daylight. At first, he'd only wandered so close because he'd wanted to know what all the fuss was about ... Dawnglare often drew...

Oh, he remembered the days before all this territory stuff... before WindClan trounced all over his moors and ruined them, yeah! It was the way everything was supposed to happen, he knew that... silver eyes had always stared at the future, covetous of those who could read it better than him, but...