camp I OWE EVERYTHING | confession | TO YOU

[WOLFGRIN]

He can hear the shrieking and shouting from outside camp as he approaches, a squirrel in his jaws after a successful hunt. A wide-eyed glance is exchanged with his patrol before they charge into camp, expecting some violent tragedy - only to stand frozen in shock as they behold Dawnglare and Fireflyglow tangled together in a knot of clumsy claws and teeth. The medicine cats are untrained, but their rage is clear in their expressions. Wolfgrin drops his squirrel, intending to join the throng of cats trying to pry the combatants apart, only for Dawnglare to spring back with a threatening shriek.

What feels like the whole Clan watches, stunned, as Dawnglare spits insults and hatred at them, denying having ever cared for them, declaring that he only came here for... who? And why are Fireflyglow and Greeneyes, of all cats, the "downfall of SkyClan?" Wolfgrin's head is spinning with confusion, and he's helpless to do anything but observe alongside his Clan as Dawnglare - leaves. Their senior medicine cat has abandoned them. The tortoiseshell wants to say "good riddance," to write him off as gone forever, but he can't. Whether his hesitation comes from his shock or some genuine inkling of concern from his too-soft heart, he cannot say.

As Mallowlark surges through the crowd after his mate, a disheveled head swings back and forth to search his Clanmate's faces for any trace of understanding. "What - what happened?"

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  "speech here"
  

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• WOLFGRIN ☀ he/him, warrior of skyclan, thirty-five moons
  ⭃ a tall, disheveled chocolate smoke tortoiseshell with orange eyes. he displays oddly dog-like qualities, even smelling faintly like a dog after growing up with them on a farm. his smug, careless, smooth-talking outer persona masks a heart of gold. though the safety of a clan serves his interests well, he is more inclined to loyalty to individuals rather than clans. after the death of his mate, flamefeather, he's begun to privately question starclan.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.
  

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[GREENEYES]

✧ . His place against Fireflyglow falters, and with it, his balance. The red tom stumbles in an effort to catch himself, but such swift chill of disbelief has him hitting the ground, has the wind nearly knocked out of him. What?

SkyClan’s camp grows louder, the scene outside of the medicine den more catastrophic. Hissing, shouting — Greeneyes scrambles to his paws in its wake, sees just what caused his form to fall. And it is a nightmare — it is one that’s been brewing for seasons, one that’s lingered in verdant swirls that captured his attempts at sleep time and time again. A fight between medicine cats, a fight because of him.

Crimson. He fears crimson will break, but a split second sees a lack of claws, sees the fact that these are medicine cats fighting. A warrior’s fight is not to be found here, but still, his heart races. Still, he fears.

“ Stop — “ Greeneyes manages to get out before soot-stained paws swing back, before cinnamon-shaded fur shifts in response. “ Stop! Stop! Fi — “

He moves, just as his clanmates. More than before, those who aim to pull the two back. Flame fur moves to set himself between petty flailing of limbs, to act as a barrier. To protect in what way he can, now, here — amid a spar that shouldn’t have happened. They are medicine cats, they are medicine cats.

And it’s Dawnglare’s shrill that calls for an end. Don’t touch me, don’t touch me! Words that make the warrior’s stomach turn, that make his paws falter once more. Move back, stay away. It’s all he can do — it’s all he’s ever been able to do in the High Priest’s presence. The red tom backs up, until cream and soot fur finds itself against his flank. I’m here, I’m here.

His speech burns through a camp fallen silent, sets it aflame in its wake. To him — a face snapped in his direction, in Fireflyglow’s direction — a new omen is bestowed.

You are the downfall of SkyClan!

Over the ringing in his ears and the claw-sharp dagger that strikes his chest, Dawnglare bids his farewell with a wish of death to every last one of them. He thinks this is what drowning feels like. Sharp, suffocating. Breath caught, bubbling away as he drifts from the surface. Maybe another omen, maybe proof of final words to the clan ringing true.

He is SkyClan’s downfall. He thinks of all he’s lost, thinks of his mother, and his brother, and his sister… and mentor, and — He thinks of all that Fi’s lost. Family member after family member, his very own brother striking down the medicine cat’s sister, and changing their world as they knew it.

He is SkyClan’s downfall.

He is his own downfall — all of which he knows, all of which he is, all his home will ever be. Greeneyes is its downfall.

Somewhere along the way, Figfeather — lead warrior, still standing in a rank he claims as another loss — finds his side. For the first time since he’d fallen back in rank, he meets her eyes, his own glossed over, tear stung and sparked with fright. He needs his sister.

She refutes the omen, claims Dawnglare didn’t mean it, and he wants to believe her — he wants to believe his sister, so badly. But, Greeneyes knows. He’s known since he was a kit, since he’d first heard the High Priest’s distaste in him, the prophecy he’d forged in his wake. Dawnglare meant it, he knows, he knows.

And Figfeather’s words won’t change that. They don’t, for he hears the prayer she makes, for he hears that of which she omits: his name would only be a blight on it all, for which it’s already been. He wonders if he should pray too, for SkyClan, for Dawnglare, for Mallowlark, for Fi.

“ We have to — “ he starts, voice shaking, wavering in its attempts to hold back sobs, “ We have to go find them. We — “ He looks to Fireflyglow, ears flat against his head, flame-torched fur still bristling from Dawnglare’s words.

“ I’m sorry, Fi — “ he squeaks, “ I’m so sorry. ” He failed to protect him, failed to keep the cinnamon tom from leaping at his form. He must hate him now, he must.

Because, he caused this. He caused all of this.​

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENEYES ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Former Lead Warrior of SkyClan.
  ✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ✧ . Daisyflight x Raven Ramble; Mate to Fireflyglow
  ✧ . Mentored by Sheepcurl ; Mentor to Fluffypaw, formerly Falcongaze
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[Fireflyglow]

His relief comes in the form of towering bodies, yanking and pulling at two large forms in an attempt to separate them. When Fireflyglow is pulled free from Dawnglare's grasp, he stands to his paws shakily. Anger and hurt pulsates through him like his own blood, fiery and ever-consuming. This fury wasn't like him; it was foreign, a monster which chewed and ate at his bones until nothing was left but hatred.

Dawnglare wails out his hateful little words, states his ill omen to himself and his mate before turning and running. Fireflyglow limps as he rounds on Greeneyes' side, tail curling over his beloved's trembling form. "You're a coward!" Fireflyglow snarled after his mentor, "Spreading ill omens like curses! You're a ff-ffff-" He halts, shaking his head. "Freaking coward! Running from the things you hate! Go run, then! Abandon the cats that care for you! Abandon the destiny the stars set for you! Go on!" He snaps out, his body trembling as his mentor finally disappears. He knows, because the scent of Dawnglare and Mallowlark are no longer fresh and present. They are slowly dissipating, leaving only the mess left behind.

Panting from all of the shouting, Fireflyglow turns to his mate- pressing his nose into Greeneyes' cheek comfortingly. "He didn't mean it. He didn't-" Why was he justifying things for Dawnglare? Why should he care, when Dawnglare left behind everyone who cared for him because of this stupid disagreement? He gnaws at the inside of his cheek, this wound fresh and aching. He's left exposed in front of his clanmates.

"He's a liar." Fireflyglow whispers softly, tail whipping behind him. Dawnglare would return, and he'd pretend as if nothing happened. He knew it. ​

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