Recent content by Midnightpaw

The sun has only just begun to rise in the sky when Midnightpaw stirs, groggily stretching out of her nest. Her thin limbs are stiff and sore, constantly aching from the effort of keeping up with her training. She’s beginning to find it difficult to wake so early, between how easily her body...

It seemed like maybe, finally, things were creeping back to normality. Wolfsong and Calendinepaw had managed to temper the spread of Yellowcough, and Sunstar claimed their clanmates could come back soon. Cottonsprig had returned to them, safe and sound, much to everyone's relief. The sting of...

Rain falls softly against the silver sand of the hollow as the clan winds down for the night. Many Windclanners retreat into the few shallow dens around the camp to escape the drizzle. But Midnightpaw isn't ready to turn in just yet, and she realizes that she doesn't mind the rain so much. The...

Visiting their mother's grave together had been the first time Midnightpaw had felt close to Frightpaw since the invasion. Being around the silver-spotted girl brought up a whole slew of feelings she wasn't ready to deal with: grief, anger, guilt, heartache. She didn't want to blame her sister...

Midnightpaw spent many sleepless nights staring up at the stars. They had always brought her an indescribable sense of comfort, ever since she was old enough to look up into their twinkling depths. They were the reason she had pushed to become a moor-runner; in truth, her frail body would've...

Life had been unkind recently. She knew now that no one walked this earth and did not feel the sting of loss, but it did seem that Midnightpaw and her siblings had suffered more than their fare share. Whitepaw wasn't around much anymore, Nightingalecry was dead and she wasn't sure how she felt...

Midnightpaw was perpetually tired. Being a moor-runner was hard for her, harder than it was for most. Her little lungs were fragile as glass, and she lost her breath quite easily. She really should have become a tunneler, or perhaps nothing at all; but she couldn't stomach the idea of being...

Midnightpaw hadn't been there when Rattleheart had been killed, and she counted that as some sort of twisted blessing. The lead warrior had always been kind to her; she could fondly remember when she and her littermates had still been in the nursery, running around as much as their frail little...

Grief was now a constant companion in Midnightpaw's life. She wanted to feel nothing, like Frightpaw claimed to. She longed to shut off her emotions for good, and had become proficient at outwardly pretending as if she had. But the truth was, she struggled. And she had noticed how her formerly...

Midnightpaw hadn't felt safe since this noxious disease had taken over their camp. She'd been frail and suceptible to illness since birth, so she was terrified that she might catch the yellowcaugh. It jhad kept her at a sdistance from her clanmates recently, not that she minded the soliutde; she...

Midnightpaw wasn't sure whether or not she had forgiven her sister yet. The eclipse of feelings that plagued her was strange and hard to name, but none felt like forgiveness. And deep down, she thought that maybe it wasn't Frightpaw's fault at all. Ebonylight was the one who dealt the killing...

Unlike her siblings, Midnightkit did not watch the vigil from the sidelines. She was there, sitting next to Periwinklebreeze, mindlessly staring at her mother’s body. Words echoed around them, apologies and sympathies. Her uncle’s wavering speech, her clanmates’ kind remembrances, Frightkit’s...

Midnightkit had been enjoying a restful sleep. Her body tiredly curled up in the nest that she shared in the nursery with Nightingalecry and her siblings. Her adopted mother, she now knew. Her adopted siblings. It was taking a while to get used to the idea. That they weren’t really hers. But it...

If Midnightpaw had realized that her brother begrudged being stuck with her all night, she would’ve been embarrassed, and probably a bit offended too. But she needed his support, now more than ever. At the best of times, she struggled with normal socialization, but this… this was another beast...

Midnightpaw did not want to be here. She rarely enjoyed talking to her own clanmates, let alone an entire crowd of strangers. But it was apparently a requirement that all new apprentices attend their first gathering, so she had reluctantly trailed along behind Redheart with a small frown. Her...