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MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— Everything hurts. It hurts like there is fire in his veins and lightning coursing through the marrow of his bones, all over his body even though the snake-bite was so quick, and on his paw. Yet Snakeblink fights through the blinding haze to keep...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— In a moment he is caught between Turtledove and Robinheart, with little means to refuse their presence--and, frankly, little desire to. It is a comfort to know he could lean on them, though he will not: this is a journey he hopes to make on his own...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— In spite of… everything, in spite of how grim these past few days have been, Snakeblink finds that her saying she respects him shocks a small, wry laugh out of him. He frowns a little even as his mouth still smiles, surprised that mirth could still...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— He means to only brush against her fur and move on in silence. He means to preserve Beefang’s peace in grief, and spare her his rambling. But as soon as his nose touches the star-touched pelt of Moonbeam’s flank, Snakeblink feels the word surge up...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— She looks… small. It’s an absurd thought to have, at this time, but nonetheless Snakeblink cannot help it. Lichenstar looks so small in death, more diminished than by illness alone. Some ineffable substance of life has slipped out of her bones...

cw: death & descriptions thereof LIKE A SNAKE —————————————————————————————— The walk to High Stone is long, and (because Snakeblink is the tom he is, and if sixty moons could not change him he is probably always going to be this way) not very quiet. He tends to talk on and on when anxious...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— No matter how poor his attempts at humor, Turtledove always responds with some laughter; perhaps that is why he has yet to learn that he is not, in truth, very funny. The weight of her head on his back grounds him, a little, and he feels a purr...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— Snakeblink climbs atop the stone upon which past RiverClan leaders so often addressed the clan, and has to swallow past the lump in his throat at the thought that the last paws to stand there have become past as well. He misses Lichenstar so...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— Snakeblink was a lead warrior for over half his life, and has now been deputy for a few moons. He knows what leadership entails. He understands the need for tough choices, sometimes cruel choices--and in all fairness he has not always balked at...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— Snakeblink is trying not to think about loss when the scent of blood floods his nose. His paws lead him towards the center of camp as if in a dream, and the sight that welcomes him is so terrible he almost believes it to be a nightmare for an...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— The attention of the clan has fallen like lead over Snakeblink’s shoulders, and he tries to bear it with… if not grace, at least determination; but lying here, next to his apprentice (all grown now, big enough he has to strain to remember her as...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— It would have taken a blind cat not to see Lichenstar’s decline--and yet, to find out their light has winked out in the night is like a blow at the back of the head. Snakeblink stares at the opening of the willow den and struggles to register the...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— The moon rises over Fourtrees, bathing the clearing in its silver glow and guiding StarClan’s eyes to fall upon the assembled cats. All the clans mingle and weave together into a single tapestry of fur, united for a single night; all save for one...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— ”It is hard to believe your kits are already of age to have kits of their own. We are truly getting old, the lot of us--say, Lichenstar, how long do you think it will be before you are a grandparent?” Snakeblink’s voice is a sibilant counterpoint...

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ———————————— Of course, Snakeblink is a gossip; he would have butted in anyway. But he has found himself growing increasingly fond of apprentices throughout his life in RiverClan, and Cragpaw’s dejected air pulls him to the periphery of their little trio as...