private DRESSED IN VELVET — CICADAFLIGHT

[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ The river's cool waters swallow his paw as he dips it in and out of the churning surface. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches his clanmates fish and groom themselves on the sunlit bank, their glossy fur snaring the light like the darting of scales before swift claws snatch them out. One cat laughs, full-bellied and free, and Loveburn wonders whether such a carefree nature might disguise deeper resentments of the very bloodline that lies at the water's edge. What must it be like to harbor such dark ambition? To speak with Loveburn or one of his siblings in friendly tones while keenly fixed —determined, intent, obsessed— on bringing about their untimely deaths?

Is Loveburn one of the fish in this very river, flaunting his tail while a shadow looms out of sight, unidentifiable? No, he does not think so— but that is certainly what they must expect him to be. Gullible, unaware, and doomed.

But he is the owl on a branch, or a fox in the bushes, watching and seeing more than they know.

He smiles to himself, swirling his paw and watching the ripples he creates distort the waves' frothing path before withdrawing. Loveburn turns his head toward his brother, and then leans so that their shoulders brush. "Feels like it's been forever since I've talked to you like this," he says lightly. "All that freedom I imagined I'd have as a kit— little did I know." Loveburn's smile turns wry. "Anyway, who'd I beat to asking you here? There's probably a few people you've won over with your...charming rasp and intractability."

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently thirteen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he/him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.