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White-tipped paws tread across the snow-sewn moorland as the moon shines overhead. The stars illuminate the boy's path, but their shine seems dull compared to their usual hopeful luster. Many nights, Slateheart has looked to them for love and acceptance - tonight, he looks to them only for...

HELP I 😭 - DECIDED TO BRING KITS TO THE CLAN AND ALL MY CLANMATES YELLED "WHO'S ARE THEY??" AND I SAID THEY'RE MINE. (i have a dad voice) AND THEY ALL SHUNNED ME 😭

Slateheart never thought that WindClan could feel like strangers again, not quite the way they had in his upbringing. It never seemed plausible that, after all his hard work, he would find himself right back at the bottom of the irreversible pecking order. And yet, here he is - shying away from...

CW: mentions of death & depression What was supposed to be a heartful reunion resulted only in a night of grief, loss, and broken trust. Gladefrost proposed, last time they met, to meet Slateheart before the kittens were estimated to be born. He was excited, sure, but fussed about it in the...

"They can't stay like this. They'll get cold," Dimmingsun says, and Slateheart suddenly struggles to meet his eyes. What a twisted reality - his mate is dead, and his kittens are soon to follow, with no help in sight. How is he supposed to get home.. with five kittens? If he makes it, then what...

Through his time of mourning, Slateheart's only vivid thoughts were of Gladefrost. His first love, albeit a forbidden one. Her laugh, her gaze, her soft fur pressed against him.. and now, her kits graced his mind. Their kits. A bittersweet thought, always; he was going to be a joyful father...

[ CW for mentions of death, depression and grieving] Grief is not unfamiliar to a cat whose known little more than tragedy, war and death - but this brand is particularly shaking. Almost two moons have passed since the deaths of Rattleheart and Lilypaw - but that passage of time was...

Slateheart looks Dimmingsun in the eyes with a searching gaze of his own. How he so desperately wishes to know just what Dimmingsun is thinking. He doesn't understand - did that leave him as sympathetic, or would the lack of empathy will the lead warrior to turn him in? " Sunstar doesn't have...

It's a familiar, shameful walk. Another day he wished he could have shrunk into nothing. A day in which he wished he could turn back time - or predict the future. Between Slateheart and his friend hangs an uncomfortable, awkward silence.. and once again, he feels it is due to his own...

// cw: grieving, mentions of death/loss & depression The past week is spent in a haze. Slateheart is a ghost floating effortlessly through camp, sparing no more than a passing look to the cats he once spoke to plentifully. He hunts alone, he eats, and he sleeps - in between, he curls up in a...

Dimmingsun is so full of unbridled emotion that Slateheart feels he could break under the intensity of the golden warrior's gaze. The pain of betrayal - he had casted it unto his closest friend, the least of all cats that he'd wish to hurt. And yet, yet, after the shock, he still feels anger...

Slateheart has known loss, but not grief. Not like.. this. He hasn't felt the same since Lilypaw was put to rest, adorned with a glittering moonstone that reflected the stars that now hold her. The warrior was quiet, avoidant, and snippish - as if reverting back to an old self that he had tried...

It is nice to see Gravelsnap with a smile for once. Slateheart remembers his littermate being bright and ambitious as an apprentice, but a whole grump ever since warriorhood. It always made things awkward between them - already bad with his words, he couldn't ever manage to bring a reasonable...

Trailing behind Sheeppaw and Gravelsnap with his own apprentice, Slateheart makes a point to keep his gaze forward and avoid setting them upon a familiar fiery-orange pelt that lingers across the gorge. The last time he was at this border, Bluepool had died. It's a wonder he'd been allowed back...

" I thought you did, " Slateheart replies after a brief moment of thought. I never stopped thinking about you. Whatever sorrows he had felt before, the worries that she didn't want anything to do with him, seem miniscule in this moment - they seem to disappear, as if they hadn't existed at all...