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-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- They had mastered their own form of unspoken communication moons ago, from rolling their eyes behind Flycatchers back as apprentices to hearing the silent I love you with a mere blink- a quirk of the maw. As Burnstorm’s gait slows and his gaze finds purchase in something Roeflame...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- The feeling of the suns rays against her rosetted spine feels like an embrace from an old friend; today promised a beginning of mild new-leaf weather with its clear blue sky and luke-warm breeze. For once, as the deputy’s paws carry her through the still-withered undergrowth...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- Her sons twelfth moon had come and gone, and in spite of Roeflame’s slight dismay of only seeing one of her children receiving their warrior name, the brassed tabby was choosing to place her faith in her mates paws. Burnstorm was a wise mentor, and Beetlepaw a capable young cat-...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- Weary emerald eyes turns up to greet her, and Roeflame’s own pupils flit back and forth in a fleeting attempt to search them; but Orangeheart is quick to shift to a smile, and while the deputy replies silently with her own, there’s a twinge of slight disappointment in her chest...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- The deputy’s mind buzzed with directionless thoughts as she led the patrol through the forest, her pale paws leaving half-hearted imprints in the damp soil. Roeflame had been keeping her plate full as of late, if not overflowing, and when her body was busy completing a task, her...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- When Stormywing’s secret had first been forced out into the open, Roeflame had felt the same heat of anger and disappointment that many of their clanmates did, but when she had approached the ashen warrior, it had been as a friend. Now, as she strides towards the arguing tabbies...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- Blinding sunshine reflects on the melting snow, making the deputy squint as she picks her way through thawing undergrowth. The air is still biting with leaf-bares chill, but at least the clear blue sky held the promise of a thaw on the horizon. She’s not alone today, and when...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- Under the frozen night sky, Roeflame sits with a rigid spine and tilted ears. Two more warriors, fine ThunderClan warriors, gone. Death was not an uncommon occurrence, and StarClan’s ranks excluded no one. Not warriors, not apprentices, or kits… Roeflame listens intently as...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- The sight of the young warriors all-too-still body is a haunting sight, despite the queens efforts to adorn his pelt in what bits of lavender and mint that they could. Under the moon, their fallen clanmate is cast in a cold silver hue, draining the color from his rigid pelt. It...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- Orangeheart’s recent tribulations had been more than concerning for Roeflame. The soft spot for the tom she had known since kithood felt particularly bruised now, seeing how he was reeling from Myrtlepaw’s death. The endless optimism he had retained for so long was becoming...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- Taking her spot at the base of the Great Rock, Roeflame already has expectant eyes turned upwards as the rest of the chattering comes to a lull, and eventually ceases all together. Twitchbolt- or star, as the tom now announces, steps forward first. At the mention of...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- ThunderClan travels alone again tonight, without their SkyClan neighbors. The moon is as cold as it is full tonight from where it hangs in the sky, casting the withered foliage that surrounds the Great Oaks in daunting blue shadows. Roeflame draws in a hollow breath as she...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- The dawn light that spills shades of rose and citrus into camp is almost blinding against the patches of reflective snow that still dapple the camps soil. Behind a squinted expression, Roeflame positions herself in the camps clearing, straightening her shoulders and trying to...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- The shallow pathways Sharpshadow had managed to score down Roeflame’s side had only just begun to truly sting by the time the cinnamon molly is sliding through the camp's entrance alongside Stormywing. They had won by a landslide, she thinks, recalling Sharpshadow’s desperate...

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ- While Roeflame had walked away with only a couple scrapes to remember Sharpshadow goodbye, Stormywing had been sentenced to a stay in the medicine den. If the she-cat knew her friend, it wouldn’t take long before the ashen-clad tabby would begin to grow stir crazy being tethered...