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★ There is the barest traces of humor in Scalejaw's expression as she looks on. The days recently have bled together- hard to think upon, really. Mirestar's disappearance, Ternstar's sudden promotion, the inevitable and foreseen demotion of Mapletuft- Thunderclan's snarking from across the...

★ Scalejaw knew this was coming. She knew from the instant that she had found Mapletuft in the graveyard that her tenure was likely to come to an end. And knowing Ternstar, and the devoutness of Starclan behind every action this moon... she had known, simple as that. Yet, it doesn't help the...

★ The body across her back is heavy. Not heavy in the sense that the senior warrior couldn't carry it- no, it was heavy like grief, heavy like rain. It weighed her down, made her bruised body sluggish, glowering eyes narrowed forward as she carried on. As she headed after Marblepaw, trusting the...

★ Cats were sick, injured, disappearing. Sharpshadow lay laboring in the sick-den with as much feverfew as Marblepaw could put in their mouth. Starlingheart had been taken from them in what felt like nothing but backlash from Starclan, but Scalejaw knew in her heart that Starlingheart wouldn't...

★ Scalejaw doesn't flinch away from Mapletuft's spook. Her head turned briefly towards the deputy- well, the deputy for tonight, anyways- and blinks once in minor amusement. It's hidden as she looks away, perhaps happy with herself that she still could spook someone even as she grew older. For a...

★ Scalejaw's ears twitch at Willowburn's explanation. A young kittypet- a kit? Scalejaw steps back for a moment to contemplate, but luckily, she didn't have to for long. Mapletuft steps in, and while Scalejaw feels some modicum of relief, she knew that she would've been able to handle it. Yet...

★ A year ago, a whole four seasons of this land turning beneath the sun, did Scalejaw face a badger. A blizzard like this, where Smogmaw and herself had dragged their apprentices out for a stint of training. Sharpshadow, Smogmaw's own, lay sick in the den now, not able to see this sight...

★ Scalejaw knew of Sharpshadow's decline- it was obvious, anyways, the way the noise of coughing covered camp. Ears lowered and eyes narrowed each time the hacking began and ended, wondering if it may be the last. She remembers when sickness like this swept the camp- just ahead of rogues that...

★ Ternfrost had departed for the Highstones, and Scalejaw waited long enough to confirm the other lead warriors would be taking care of camp before she slipped out, just like the shadows themselves, and made for the graveyard. She followed the scent trail, yellow eyes glowering in the night as...

★ If you asked Scalejaw why she was leading a hunting patrol in this storm... well, she couldn't tell you why. This must be her first lapse in judgement, either that, or it was the first downpour in a month that wasn't snow. Anything that enjoyed the slightly warmer temperatures of cold water...

★ Scalejaw's growl sounds from behind the three betting on Ternfront's term. She hadn't initially reacted when Marblepaw trembled in front of them, spitting out the omen like it burned her, simply blinked and turned her head. But to hear this discent, like Starclan was toying with them, Scalejaw...

★ Her paws are still bitten with frost when she pushes free of the warrior's den, despite being told t rest and treat her paws for another sunrise, her ears are perked forward. And when she hears the news, she stops, a monolith in the middle of camp. Mirestar's name rings like a bell across...

★ Cold. Even through her feathered pelt she feels it with each step she takes in this horrid weather, eyes squinted against the blizzard and breaths curling in the air. Her head felt like it was full of bees, and though she kept pace with the rest, she was feeling numb in her limbs. She knew...

★ She watches, somewhere off the flank from Marblepaw, with yellow eyes. Patience is in her gaze, and yet, she shares the bitter taste in her mouth like the others- a loss of someone dear to the clan. A pyre of light, an oak of support. Even Mirestar listened to her council, she believes...

★ She has been busy licking where cobwebs had lain across her pelts, the scratches on her shoulders from Tallstep beginning to disappear, to scab over- she was appreciative of both Starlingheart and Marblepaw for their efforts. Her thoughts dwindled somewhere with the good weather- though she...