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please be advised that this piece includes references to melancholic depression<3 --- The dreamless sleep had lasted for an eternity. Yet, somehow, it is over in the blink of an eye— with no dreams to tell time by, Rumblerain has no way of knowing just how long they have been out of the loop...

Rumblerain is alone. They are alone, and they are dying. They have chosen to die away from their kits, and they regret it with nearly every fibre of their being. Their only consolation is that they would not have to watch their parent - StarClan, what kind of a parent had they even been? - bleed...

Rumblerain has never felt with such certainty that they're dying. Their flanks heave with every dry-mouth breath they manage, leaving them lightheaded. Desperate hunger gnaws at their limbs, aching with every step and stumble Rumblerain takes through frosty gorse. They don't pay much attention...

The attack catches them by surprise. Rumblerain gasps their surprise - and wails their pain - into the frigid air as they are toppled, the shock stalling their reaction just enough for Coyotecrown's claws to rake down their belly. Their blood chills them from within, Brindlecloud's warning from...

For the most part, Rumblerain has found themself at tense odds with the braggarts of DuskClan. It is only when those warriors filled with hubris fracture their precious Code, one of the few things that the DuskClan leader has held themself rigidly to, that Rumblerain has been known to snidely...

You can't hunt here. Assets the pale-furred molly, and Rumblerain can't help the short laugh that escapes them. It's involuntary, a huff more than a purr, creaking beneath the strain of the outburst as if she'd told a rather good joke. The Clans would never allow a stranger to hunt on their...

They've come alone. It's unusual for Rumblerain to venture far from DuskClan camp now, often sticking close between their hollow home and the ragged peaks of Highstones in avoidance of the Clans, but on their own today they have travelled in the opposite direction. They intend to hunt on the way...

"Culture is important, and is what separates us from rogues; but a name is what you make of it. You don't need to change that to stay." Rumblerain observes, directing a thoughtful blink towards Deacon. They're struck with the feeling that Sootstar would be rolling in her grave at the assurance...

As a WindClanner, night-hunting had felt unfathomable to Rumblerain. They were made to race the moors, to enjoy the sun on their fur, to retire before the moon rose and rise with the early sun. Since their flight, however, the DuskClanner had grown used to hunting when moonlight stained the...

"SkyClanner." Rumblerain addresses their bashful trespasser, frosty voice mirroring their ice-chip stare. The earthen she-cat seems strangely self aware, uncertainty poisoning her disposition, but as each pine forest-tainted breath reminds Rumblerain of the lives they'd taken and the lover...

"Then we go home." Rumblerain mews, an air of nonchalant ease to them as if they're lamenting a lack of prey instead of a missing Clanmate. It isn't long before their patrol is accosted. The sight of their mirror in miniature earns the vague quirk of a smile from DuskClan's leader, though it's...

A moon and no sign of their deputy ... Rumblerain frets quietly about the missing tom, tail flicking back and forth in silent agitation. There's not even any guarantee his scent would lead here, or that it would be noticeable after so long of a time, but Rumblerain has to try. They would be a...

"DuskClan, gather for a meeting." Rumblerain sounds ... calmer, this time. They're growing used to being the centre of attention, their words heeded at once even if it may be begrudgingly so. Their scruffy fur is freshly groomed, though it does little to hide the weariness in their eyes, blue...

"We make nests with the moss here." They answer two questions in one fell swoop, though the sting of their answer does not go un-thought by Rumblerain. Had Edenberry prepared their kits for the world at all? "The feathers are to make them softer, less scratchy. Sometimes if we're lucky in...

"Miz- oh, for StarClan's sake." Rumblerain's double-take and subsequent hiss as they see their son tottering off is entirely too visible, trotting over in pursuit of the two younger cats as Gravelpaw tries to sort this out on her own. Her accosting of the stranger makes their heart warm, a...