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This is familiar, isn't it? Brightshine's kin, an empty nest. How many of his bloodline had fled the moors they had once been so much a part of? How many of them had said their goodbyes in quiet whispers and never looked back? Sparkspirit was not among their numbers. He awoke to darkness and...

The hazy film of dream-ice snaps, and Sparkspirit plunges into the cold shock of reality. Death is a putrid scent. Sickness clings to the ghost of a powerful form in a way that could never be anything but real. Weaselclaw has slipped into his dreams before. It is pathetic to admit that in his...

Over the course of his warriorhood, Sparkspirit had edged slowly closer towards the center of WindClan's nest. The senior warriors slept there alongside Sunstar's most trusted — neither of which he had ever been, or likely ever would. He regarded the golden tom awkwardly, with the respect that...

The day that he had earned his own name is still blazed into Sparkspirit's mind. Not his reaction to it (seems silly, looking back– like if it was so important, why can't he remember what his face did; what his heart felt like?) but Sootstar's. Weaselclaw's. There is no sharing this now. To...

The gorge's edge is slippery. He looks at RiverClan — his patrolmates are kind, but his own expression is distant and hard. Maybe they've all decided to move past it, but he remembers. The attack on RiverClan's temporary camp; the near death of his mentor so many moons ago. A warrior's face in...

"No. Cats can't rip entire faces off." His eyes pin on the ShadowClan patrol rather than Puppypaw, Fernsong in particular drawing electric blue attention before he forcefully pulls it away. With a sweep of his tail, he guides Lakepaw to the other side of him– away from the thunderpath and these...

Bluefrost is on her back, and within the span of a singular moment, Sparkspirit comes to a decision: this lizard, which had been worth fighting for, was not worth dying for. Through its odd, tough flesh, he snarls at Lakepaw, at Firefang, at any of the WindClanners who will listen and understand...

Death is a. . . complicated thing, to Sparkspirit. It had seemed so normal. Was it always meant to be this way? The day that his mother had been taken from their territory, a solemn apprentice had decided that she was gone for an eternity and he had moved on as if nothing changed at all. His...

His heart takes on a quick beat, the racing thud of monstrous paws or the hoseplaces' beasts. His ears are pinned, his pupils wide. And around the lizard he had caught, Sparkspirit's jaws notably do not loosen. Glimmering teeth frame his stolen catch. His mind again wanders to whether or not...

How had it felt to his own mentor, having someone so young at his heels? It was the way of things, he knows, but each time he glances back at Lakepaw behind him there is a jarring realization that this cat looks to him for answers in everything, and that he's not entirely sure he has them...

The stones around the sun-warmed pool are still charred dark, but the water itself is a welcome cool. Without the reeds to protect him he can't help but feel exposed. To what, precisely, he hardly knows — the stars, his clan, the memory of seeing Snakehiss here so many moons ago. (How old was he...

With his belly pressed close to the charred-dark grounds, Sparkspirit is imminently grateful that he had been born with a dark pelt. It had not seemed WindClan enough, at the time — he didn't share the delicate colors some of his clanmates did, with heather-browns and white patches like pools of...

The cool logic of his clanmates is something of a shock for Sparkspirit. He doesn't really understand why; he has known them for the entirety of his life, after all. Maybe for a moment he briefly confronts the memory of his mother and his littermates? Echo's indulgence in his play, and Lark's...

Weaselclaw had made training him seem effortless. The perfect truth of apprenticeship, without room for question or deviation. He trained the best — didn't he? A lead warrior under Sootstar, and Sootstar herself the founder of this clan. The greatest warrior they would ever have seen! Gifted by...

There had been a few of those in WindClan's past. Survivors, he thinks. Cats that had lasted past the date of their death. Sometimes he thinks he might even count himself among them. Everything that had changed seems to have swept away most of their clan with it. Sunstar had cleansed this place...