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[Flamestar]

The day had been uncharacteristically warm, blessing those that had went hunting. For leafbare, the fresh kill pile looked somewhat decent, and even though she knew this was just a rare mishap, she wished Starclan would just let the days continue like this one had been. The day however was coming to an end, and like much of the rest of her clanmates, she found herself looking for someone to talk to. There was a large group of warriors near their den already talking, but when she spotted Spiderlily off by himself, she decided to join him instead. With the apprenticing of his kits, and Oakfang's death, she was sure he was feeling down.

She picked out two mice from the pile, and carried them by their tails. "Hello." she greeted, her voice muffled by the mice. The tabby leaned down, placing one in front of his paws, and sat backwards, placing the second one in front of her. "Mind if I join you?" ​

★ don't need to save me

• @SPIDERLILY​
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 28 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[SPIDERLILY]

to be reborn , you have to die first .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He hummed in quiet greetings, pinkish hues drifting toward the mouse placed in front of his paws, reaching forward to cup its body and pull it toward him in one fluid moment. His mate located elsewhere, perhaps on another hunt or talking to his apprentice, Spiderlily cared little, staring at the ground with contemplative hues, face a blank canvas still prickling with unease that he would find his daughter's corpses laid out in the center of camp, just as Oakfang’s body had been before being surrounded by dirt until nature took its course, until roots intertwined with ivory bone and dragged the brown-smoked tom deeper into the earth.

“I don’t mind.” He finally said at last, voice hoarse, pinkish hues drifting to Flamewhisker’s form beside him. “Don’t mind at all.” He mumbled, turning away with a quiet puff of air slipping past a parted maw, reaching down to take a bite of prey. A rarity, feeling it within himself to be nice, tired of watching others slip through his paws, stuck watching from behind with a heavy heart, bittersweet. “Are you well?” He forced out, staring steadily ahead, tail curling around his flank. ​

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thought speech​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — The warmth of today had been a blessing, Hailstorm having taken the opportunity to sleep just outside of the medicine den not caring that the frost and snow melted around his paws, his eyes closed as he allowed himself to relax despite how tired he had been from the Skyclan trip and watching over Berryheart's recovery. The small selfish part of him wishes that during his brief slumber that Little Wolf could've visited him but when he woke, he was nowhere near the Moonstone or Highstones but his underbelly and limbs had been muddied by the water that lay near him. He grimaces at the thought of having to groom himself and getting rid of the mud from his coat, he thinks that maybe he'll visit the river to wash it away, and shivers at the thought of cold water surrounding him. His attention shifts over to the warriors gathered by the den and he finds himself missing how crowded the den is, how warm it had been, and from the corner of his eye does he see the fiery pelt of his friend.

Hailstorm pushes himself to his paws and stretches out, he takes a moment to shake himself off sending a few droplets of mud off his coat before slowly making his way over to both Flamewhisker and Spiderlily. "Hello Flamewhisker and Spiderlily," Hailstorm greets quietly with a sheepish smile on his maw hoping that they didn't mind that he was just a tad muddy and flicks an ear "I hope you don't mind me joining the both of you... Apologies for my... rugged appearance." A slight motion to himself and he settles down near Flamewhisker, he feels sympathetic towards the warrior knowing how much it hurt to lose someone dear. He still misses Little Wolf but the ache isn't as painful as when he had first lost her.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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