- Nov 17, 2022
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He's at the front of the leader's den, the rising sun casting pink and orange shadows over his large, rounded ears. There is a stiffness in his bones and the way he sits is uncomfortable. He had always had such vivid dreams and night terrors—but this one felt all the more strange. He may be a skilled medicine cat, but he was still quite a learner of StarClan, pawing at the border between faith and faithlessness.
He had waited for them to talk to him—to make sense of this plague that was claiming more lives by the day. If you are good, you would do something to save us from this. Lungwort is running out and my Clan is not healthy. None in RiverClan had died yet, but with the death of the SkyClan kittypet warrior, no doubt other cats had fallen ill.
"I had a dream." He blurted as soon as he saw the leader appear from his den to greet the morning. The fur along Ravensong's spine is spiked and his ears fold low aside his narrow skull. "I left my den and I found myself surrounded by mountains—higher and larger than the high stones where the moonstone lays. And as the sun set, they blazed and pulsed brighter as if it were guided by the rhythm of a heartbeat. The stars fell and I woke up."
His mossy eyes stare earnestly up at the mottled cat, the fervor of his experience showing itself clearly in his wild eye and raised fur. "They are telling me something, but I cannot make of it."
@CICADASTAR
He had waited for them to talk to him—to make sense of this plague that was claiming more lives by the day. If you are good, you would do something to save us from this. Lungwort is running out and my Clan is not healthy. None in RiverClan had died yet, but with the death of the SkyClan kittypet warrior, no doubt other cats had fallen ill.
"I had a dream." He blurted as soon as he saw the leader appear from his den to greet the morning. The fur along Ravensong's spine is spiked and his ears fold low aside his narrow skull. "I left my den and I found myself surrounded by mountains—higher and larger than the high stones where the moonstone lays. And as the sun set, they blazed and pulsed brighter as if it were guided by the rhythm of a heartbeat. The stars fell and I woke up."
His mossy eyes stare earnestly up at the mottled cat, the fervor of his experience showing itself clearly in his wild eye and raised fur. "They are telling me something, but I cannot make of it."
@CICADASTAR
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— LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
— born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
— secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them"
— openly suffers from chronic migraines
— single, but "it's complicated"