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⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ Sleep was harder to come by when you felt the presence of the dead looming over your shoulder. They couldn't really be gone, not with the existence of StarClan there to confirm it as such- still, not knowing where they were... what they were seeing... how hard they might be...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ Her resilience towards levity is something to admire in the midst of such great woes... Valesight, sullen and silent, finds it difficult to offer his voice to anything at all when it had been so failing before. What good was storytelling and reverie when it could not undo the...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ Spring was meant to be a source of comfort... He could remember being a fresh apprentice, wandering the territory with his mentor with trepidation filling his heart. Uncertainty clouding his steps, encouraged by glimmering lights amongst the harrowing dark of his own...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ Stand at attention... Stare stalwart towards horizon... Don't blink. Beefang declares a loving end, a tribute to who is lost... and Valesight isn't sure he can believe it. She is almost doll-like... in the roundness of her cheeks, in the way her paws are still berry-pink...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ What suits... Valesight doesn't really consider it much himself. The name Lichenstar had given him must have some sort of meaning but it's of little consequence to him. As long as no one else held it against him, that was all that mattered. Did Valesight even fit him? It had...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ The typical RiverClan warrior woke up at the first peek of dawn, the light filtering through the reeds. They'd busy themselves with sharing tongues, listening for the sound of the deputy calling for attention, sitting at alert to hear what patrols they were assigned to...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ Every opportunity to spend in the company of others is a surprise. He doesn't consider himself funny, chatty, or impressive in any regard... perfectly content to be the witness, the observer, the confidant. Pebbletail has been a presence in RiverClan for so long that...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ Valesight is more than content to know that he has contributed to the clan's survival... he is no great fisherman of his kind but he can certainly sniff out a miserable mouse or shrew and on lucky afternoons might even chase after a bird. He doesn't love the task of plucking...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ She'd have to be a very silly bird to assume she could wander out into this conditions without him trailing after her like a protective shadow. She is fair, a maid worth trouncing after to keep safe, and these conditions are ruthless. Her steps are not too hard to keep up...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ He is eager to trail after Robinheart, who is a source of comfort and constancy. She seems... happier, in her role.. in her newfound freedom. Though, he does worry for her kits, now that they've been forced into the exposure of apprenticeship. He'd hated it, when he was...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ He couldn't help but admire her comfortability in the water... even with as cold as it had become, he would never imagine himself wading so confidently through it. Meadow-shaded eyes watch her, trace the ripples of the dappling of her coat and how it traces toned muscle and...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ He is most definitely not the most exemplary fisher... which meant that when the opportunity came around for him to make himself useful outside of that skill set, he was on it in a heartbeat. Treading through the fern-dense undergrowth with eyes peeled for something...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ Valesight had little use to be out here trying to hunt... The smoke had scared most of the land-prey out of the forest and birds were equally eager to flee the heavy air. Fishing... fishing felt like pulling burrs from his fur but he'd do it if he had to. He'd do it if he...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ He's somewhat prepared for the retort that might come from his challenging but it's not really enough to recover entirely, bowled over by a passionate ball of fluff. He laughs, lightly, as he staggers slowly to fall against her weight, careful in his graceless descent not to...

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆ It's with utmost respect that he sizes up Claythorn... though she parades herself as a mother today, and forever more really, she had always been a formidable warrior first. The first of his opponents already would prove a challenge... and though he was better at fighting...