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The first star-blessed face to emerge from the crowd likely wouldn't be one of the many that Beefang surely had come to expect. Instead of the sharp tang of fish and gentle wisping notes of willow trees, the first scent that would reach her would be distinctly WindClan. Even among the stars the...

A shade of black and white emerges from the crowd as soon as Lambcurl has stepped back, pelt now a dark sky decorated with stars. Twinkling along the edges of old scars, a body thankfully unmarred by any remnants of the wounds that had brought about his death. The once lead warrior looked as he...

( cw for limited gore & death ) The trembling of Roepaw's words only further cemented Rattleheart's suspicions that the young apprentice was like him so many moons ago. Shy and inexperienced, tail tucked in between his own legs as he tried to adjust to clan life that could not have been more...

He was unsure of how long it had been since he had last approached the Riverclan border, but the memory of it was distant. Fuzzy in a way that was almost welcoming, considering all that had happened where Windclan's scent met the plunging depths of the gorge. That was why he had avoided that...

To go to the gathering this moon, so soon after Duskclan's last raid and before her children were apprenticed - it was an odd request, and Rattleheart knew it. However, she found that she could no longer deny the growing desperation that had formed like a knot in her chest. Often soothed and...

It was easy to wonder where Thistlekit's attitude had come from, at least from Rattleheart's perspective. They had their own moments of being thorny, of course - particularly when it came to cats like Sootspot - but not quite to the same extent. At least, not in their own mind. They were sure...

It hadn't entirely been a surprise when Pinkshine had trotted with her head held high into the nursery, barely prompting a glance and a brief wave of a paw from Rattleheart. He had become used to the young warrior's visits, her youthful excitement seeming to have never wavered even as she had...

It was incredible, how quickly the sky could turn from a peaceful dark grey to pouring buckets of water down on them all. Rattleheart had hardly had time to stick her muzzle out of the nursery before it was being pelted with rain, causing her to let out a displeased huff as she yanked her head...

How long had it last been, since he had attended a gathering? It was difficult for him to keep exact track of the moons anymore, far too distracted by his duties at home and his rapidly growing litter. A litter that he had left behind for the night, much as it pained him to do so. However, he...

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Rumblerain. It was a name that Rattleheart had forcibly shoved to the back of their mind, unwilling to confront the ghost that now took the form of their nibling. After Duskclan's raid, the reality of the situation had hit them hard. Even more harshly than...

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Anxious was a descriptor that had always rung rather true for Rattleheart, even long before he had joined Windclan. It was a feeling that had lessened somewhat as he had grown, but had never properly made itself a stranger - especially not these days. Each...

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — It was not often Wolfsong's voice that roused Rattleheart from her now usual peaceful existence, far more used to it being the call of the other half of his mated pair. Yet, that meant this was an important lesson, a fact which caused the tunneler to usher...

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things, Rattleheart had been a relatively solitary beast. It was rare for them to ever emerge from the background of the clan, not growing close to anyone save for their littermates that had seen fit to join...

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Duskclan's invasion still lingered on his mind, even all these nights later. Rattleheart felt as though he could still see the blood on his paws, coating the claws that had Thornrunner's stomach asunder. His kits' faces flashed in his mind, eyes still just...

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — With how destroyed the moors had become in the aftermath of the blazes, it was no small miracle that the nursery remained in decent shape. Rattleheart had thanked the stars countless times for that fact, their kits protected from the cruelty of the outside...