HARD TO SEE ✩ intro

[wavepaw.]

There had always been something about a moonlit walk along the riverbank that brought peace to the young molly. The soft croaks of frogs, faint trickling of the stream? It all was a feeling of comfort that made her feel at home. While being alone was something she couldn’t place her paw on how exactly she felt, in the moment it was like a breath of fresh air. Wavepaw was unsure of what to think about all the recent events that had been occurring. She couldn’t wrap her head around it all. Sure she was little when it all happened but that didn’t mean that much did it? A careful glance would be cast behind her as she sat, tail curled neatly over her paws. Glancing up at the moon, she would close her eyes, soaking up the moonlight.

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[Harry Styles]

【CLEARSIGHT】
riverclan warrior. 32 moons. tags

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Clearsight is not here looking for peace.

He'd been awoken by nightmares of memories. Willowroot's screaming sobs for Ashpaw—Cicadastar's dying, bloody sputters—the stench of twoleg infecting the territory, predators bigger than cats caught in deadly traps.

Empty icecap eyes.

The drop in his stomach when he'd turned for Clayfur and found nothing there.

Clearsight left camp tonight looking for danger. Looking for twolegs roaming, stalking, planning ambush. Who knew what hell they'd raise, what cats they'd next shoot dead. He needed to be awake, needed to spot them with time to howl a warning so no one else would die like Cicada had.

When he spies an apprentice out alone, his heart stutters in his chest.

He pads close to join her, letting pawsteps fall heavy to give away his presence. "Wavepaw," he murmurs in greeting. "Fresh air to clear your mind?"

He'll come to rest beside her, though he doesn't relax; hackles on his neck stay raised and ears stay alert, still twitching.

"I hope you don't mind company," he says quietly. "With the twolegs, and Cicada... I understand the need for solitude, believe me, but I'm not going to leave an apprentice out here alone."



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𝄞 — A DREAMER, A SOLDIER

 

[SMOKESTAR]

Admittedly he was out for similar and yet very different reasons than Clearsight nor Wavepaw were. While worry was evident on his expression he had always struggled sleeping to the degree he wondered if something was wrong with him at times. It often felt like he never slept, that sometimes once he had expanded his energy he just shut down for a day and was back on his paws the next without a thought about how odd it was to blink in and out of oblivion.
The dark tom was not very visible where he was lying, the few parts of his pelt splotched white were the only indication he was not another shadow strewn across the shoreline of the river and he stretched his forelegs out as he rose to stand upon hearing voices. It took only a moment of walking to arrive and spot Clearsight perching calmly next to an apprentice who he assumed had restlessly wandered off on her own. There is a brief moment of annoyance where he wants to scold, to launch into a lecture that leaving the camp alone was no allowed; but they weren't actually that far from camp and he was too mentally exhausted to have this battle right now. Besides, the blue tom's comment was hopefully warning enough this wasn't safe.
Smokethroat debated joining the two, wondered if it was worth just going back to his secluded spot, but he remembered his promise to himself to actively try harder with his clanmates so he sighed and began to pad over, though he took a seat a tail length away. Crowding about wasn't something he enjoyed and he liked his space. His head dipped into a polite but stiff greeting.
"Nothing wrong with needed a moment, but do keep in mind you're welcome to ask someone to go with you next time or at least let us know." There, that sounded...gentler than his usual sort of warnings and his orange gaze briefly darted to Clearsight's face as if to gauge a reaction, surely there would be a look warning him if he was too much, he often looked to others in brief lapses of concern for such a sign.
He glanced to his single white paw, flexed it to unsheath his claws briefly before letting them slowly sink back in. "Don't know how you non-black cats manage things. I'm dislike being in the open and visible and the moon is awful bright tonight..."
The darker the pelt, the harder to see, he prefered it that way.

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