Orangepath's latest activity
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Orangepath replied to the thread camp YOU'VE NEVER LOST A WAR \ february meeting.She finds herself by Doeblaze. It is amidst more bodies than Orangepath is comfortable among, used to the leisurely freedom of... -
Orangepath replied to the thread camp MAKING RAIN \ return from moonstone.The journey home had been spent in silence, for the most part. Orangepath had spoken if spoken to, willing to offer her thoughts to the...
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Twitchstar woke with a shuddering breath. It had been a dream, definitely- but every battering wave of pain had struck him to the core...
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"Twitchstar." Orangeblossom meows to him as they breach the surface. Some caution to halt lingers in her meow, unspoken, and she stops...
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With the scents of mingled medicine cats as her guide down the half-familiar path, Orangestar had led the way to the Moonstone. Their...
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The first rays of sun creep over SkyClan's camp, painting the sky tangerine and cerulean. The leafbare day is frigid, a lack of cloud...
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Orangepath replied to the thread LET THE RAIN FALL / private.I'm not that ... fickle. Twitchbolt's retort earns a huff from Orangestar, the exhale half in relief and half of something not quite a...
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Orangepath replied to the thread sensitive topics would you lie with me and just forget the world — confrontation (pafp).Mingled cries for Sorrelsong and Duskpool reach Orangestar with frightening clarity, and she pours speed into her unwilling limbs. She...
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Orangepath replied to the thread LET THE RAIN FALL / private.There is a shuffle, the patter of pawsteps in a gait she has recognised since they were kit-sized, and it is only a heartbeat or seven...
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Orangepath replied to the thread these two-word sentences / slatesnarl.She braces for the nudge of his head against her own as Slatesnarl approaches. It doesn't come. Something within Orangestar shatters...
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Orangepath replied to the thread LET THE RAIN FALL / private.She is quiet through Fireflyglow's reassurance, and grudgingly allows the comforting rasp of the younger tom's tongue between her ears...
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Despite their relative privacy in her den, guarded further by the moonlight filtering between elder leaves. Is this worth interrupting...
