private down to the black sea — mosspaw

[RAVENSONG]

Quite some time had passed since he was able to engage in another full conversation with Mosspaw. His days bled into each other and so often he could not tell which was which. He was not sure if being time-blind was an indication of having a good or productive time, or a worthless time. The line was so thin. It was a secret that Ravensong enjoyed Mosspaw's blunt insights—he did not necessarily make it known publicly, but if the apprentice was as keen as he thought she was, she might be able to tell the medicine cat's vested interest in her thoughts.

The dark pelt of the tomcat slipped from the reeds that lined his nest. He waded into the shallow pool that ran up to the banks of RiverClan's camp. His drypaw heart shuddered and he moved further before ducking his head entirely under the water. Ravensong gasped as he surfaced. It had only been a moment, but the feeling seared through his heart like lightning. He dragged himself out of the water—his fur streaming water like duck down thanks to the fishy diet—and he sat down to brush out his whiskers, eyes fixed on the camp for something—someone—interesting.

@Mosspaw

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN
  — 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"

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[Mosspool]

The time that had passed since she and Ravensong had last spoken had only made Mosspaw more certain. There was not a question in her mind as to whether she had spent the time productively, she knew that she had. That certainty applied to Ravensong as well. When she had told him she was certain that he would be a good medicine cat she had meant it, and in her eyes the stars acceptance of him had proven her right.

They had even given him the name of a good medicine cat, after all.

From where she sat, quietly eating a small fish she had caught earlier, she saw him wade into the water. Then she blinked, as he emerged gasping, dragging himself away from it as though it had scorched him. A twinge of curiosity hit her. A question occurred to her, one that would not be ignored. In a few quick bites she finished off her meal, then she picked herself up and padded over.

Mosspaw dipped her head in respectful greeting. "Ravensong." She knew now how much respect to give him, and she would never think to offer anything less. The only cat who the light of the stars shone brighter upon was Cicadastar himself.

"I hope you do not mind me asking," Mosspaw began, with the politeness that his title demanded from her. "How do you manage without swimming?" She meant no offense, of course. The other clans seemed to be well off enough without ever learning how to swim. However, their island camp had felt more like home to her once she had learned to swim, and she imagined that without being able to do so it must be awfully confining.​