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Dark news finds its way to him. Two clanmates, found slain and left forsaken in the remote stretches of their territory. It's an over-told story by now, a tale as common as the dirt beneath his paws. Yet, as bitter and numb as he has grown to the ebb and flow in their numbers, his heart grows...

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Mirepurr steps into the deputy position without a trace of resistance, and a new piece of Smogstar's envisioned future finds its place in reality. Where youthful vigour and eagerness resides, an inherent flexibility - room to mould and model and shape - follows closely behind. He sees that in...

The stone under his paws glows with the sun's gentle heat. Its coarse exterior is textured by worn grooves and creases, marks left behind by those who'd stood upon this same rock and addressed their kin - clan or colony - in ages past. Alternatively, the boulder's ruggedness stems simply from...

Mirepurr approaches and asks him to lend his ear, and he does. All the while, as the lead warrior calls attention to their apprentice's final evaluation, Smogstar must recall interactions he's had with the former leader. Sort through memories and try to recollect how the process played out...

In the gaps between routine hunting and combat drills, there are openings to nurture his apprentices' mental agility and reasoning skills. For prowess in stealth alone does not define a ShadowClan warrior; were it not for their cunning and tenacity, their opportunistic natures, the forest would...

Four pairs of paws ventured through the tangled undergrowth, parting the tall, encroaching grasses that shroud a soft footpath. The patrol takes a less-trodden route through the territory, one which wanders without destination and eventually veers into the treacherous, mire-laden depths of the...

Shadowing ShadowClan patrols as ShadowClan's leader. Not leading them, but being a presence nonetheless, as their leader. Smogstar's mind twists into knots trying to comprehend how exactly it all works. This wouldn't be his first outing since rising to the helm, but the premise remains abstract...

Flattery is the footpath into a hubristic heart. Treading the way can prove to be a gamble, risky business, for it all depends on the recipient. Some cats' paths meander and weave through brambles, where only the most practised paws may traverse without tripping. Smogstar's path, on the...

Smogstar's muzzle takes on a subtle flush of amusement, coloured by the genuine reactions from Thrasherthroat and Willowburn both. Perhaps the leader has overlooked the star-studded heft his words now carry; frivolous musings, offered only to fill the void, are not without some vestige of...

Pulling a coherent thread from the fantastical stories Ferndance weaves is no small feat. One must not only track the startling twists and turns the tale-teller takes, but also be wiling to endure the molly's penchant to expound upon any and all details in obtuse detail. Here is a feline so...

Smogstar has taken a restrained stance ever since becoming leader. He's been playing it lowkey, allowing the impact of his position to gradually unfold without the burden being too severe. Giving his clanmates space to breathe, space to ruminate upon their losses. Time for the wounds to heal...

Scalejaw revives memories he'd casually pushed aside and forgotten about. Not for any lack of importance, mind—with loftier ambitions on his mind, they simply didn't hold much weight in comparison. Like a footnote at the bottom corner, easily forgotten as he chased the stars. This awareness...

Again, the tom hears his newly-anointed name proclaimed in reverent tones. Adjusting to its sound should prove a long, cumbersome process, one he knows the cats around him will struggle with in tandem. Change on a mass, sweeping scale is seldom smooth-sailing. And the squeaky enunciation from...

'Oh, what is this handsome tom to do with himself today?' To his constant amazement, the same predicament greets Smogstar at each new dawn. Rising in the pre-dawn hush from his oak-roots shelter, he must carefully plot how his duties will best be allotted during the day. He cannot be seen...