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She finds herself by Doeblaze. It is amidst more bodies than Orangepath is comfortable among, used to the leisurely freedom of Highbranch, and as such she is unable to stop the prickle of claustrophobia which makes her whiskers twitch. The promise of a solitary leafbare earns a tilt of the...

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 fledgling leader, but the majority of her trek had been spent in quiet rumination. A new name does not inherently demand a silent vigil. Yet she keeps quiet...

"Twitchstar." Orangeblossom meows to him as they breach the surface. Some caution to halt lingers in her meow, unspoken, and she stops in her tracks as if he would do so to. The white-and-ginger cat is acutely aware of the change in their dynamic; stripped bare to her very foundations, cradling...

With the scents of mingled medicine cats as her guide down the half-familiar path, Orangestar had led the way to the Moonstone. Their trip had been spent in silence, for the most part, Twitchbolt unused to the winding path that led deeper into Highstones. Orangestar had let her deputy feel the...

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 lending itself to a frosty morning. Orangestar had left her den before the blue light of dawn turned to gold, scaling the familiar thorn tree. She sits there for...

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 purr. Her eyes dart across his muzzle, searching critically for an agreement her deputy gives in readiness, reaffirming his vow and forging hope anew in his...

Mingled cries for Sorrelsong and Duskpool reach Orangestar with frightening clarity, and she pours speed into her unwilling limbs. She regrets it, stumbling as something in her hindleg creaks with ominous intent, tearing a ragged gasp from her. Orangestar is only slowed a fraction from there...

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 before Twitchbolt's muzzle peers in to the den. Orangestar gestures him closer with a curl of her tail, until he stands clear of the entryway. Fireflyglow moves...

She braces for the nudge of his head against her own as Slatesnarl approaches. It doesn't come. Something within Orangestar shatters further into fragments, a sting turned ache turned resignation. She exhales, squinting towards the ground, and slumps further into her - not their - nest. "I will...

She is quiet through Fireflyglow's reassurance, and grudgingly allows the comforting rasp of the younger tom's tongue between her ears. Some distant part of her notes that he is quite a lot taller than her now, and Orangestar's mind turns briefly to Little Wolf with a re-furrowed brow. However...

Despite their relative privacy in her den, guarded further by the moonlight filtering between elder leaves. Is this worth interrupting him? Murmurs a voice in her head, indistinct and often chased away. Of course it is, her pride blusters, but even that stalwart edge is blunted. Heartbeats...

Despite the continued skirmishes between their Clans, the nod Flamestar receives from her counterpart as Orangestar ascends is lined with a politeness bordering on warm. She finds herself uncaring of their news, however, and her attention is vague while settled upon Flamestar's back. She pays...

The medicine den is quiet aside from their breaths as Fireflyglow checks the overworked cracks of his leader's stinging pawpads. Fawnpaw is elsewhere; if she remembers correctly, she would be tending to a moss patrol with a pawful of the older apprentices. Orangestar has known Fireflyglow all of...

"Over here." Orangestar calls in reply to Figfeather, emerging from her den with @budpaw in tow. The two had been amidst a lesson on the warrior code, Orangestar trying to strike the awkward balance between telling the true stories of their proposals and toning down the heartbreaking violence...