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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• "Come with me..."
  
  Room for question becomes snuffed by her fleeting presence, beckoning with a broken tail for the phantom molly's company as the reeds that line RiverClan's camp are spread apart to accommodate their leaving. The walk is silent... drawing them past the bubbling streams, further into the damp embrace of their lands. The clouds overhead darken, the air growing thick with the makings of a storm- "It'll be raining.... very soon," Lichenstar murmurs, pale eyes searching the sky for the wind-swept plumes. It would be an unfortunate thing to be caught in... but it would happen regularly with the shifting of the seasons.
  
  Scruffy fur shifts to dispel the awkwardness of the quiet she'd created, flicking a glance towards the one-eyed she-cat and aching at the memory she stands as mimicry to. 'You look just like him,' rests at the tip of her tongue, nostalgia-pained and unwilling. It is swallowed down, an ember of grief stamped out quickly.
  
  "I wanted... to thank you," she begins, "Privately." Not because it shames her to have not known Swiftfire's betrayal... Maybe it's just an ache to have a moment with her departed friend's daughter. To know her better. To cling to her like she is a remnant of Smokestar in more than just appearance. It's unfair to her...
  
  "You've been a..... stalwart defender.. for RiverClan. A great....-" her voice fails, even after so many moons of survival beyond the tattered throat that caused it, "Great warrior." Her lips sit in a small frown, already reminded of just how terrible her conversational skills are while scrambling to justify this moment. What am I looking for? The question swims in her head, directionless, unanswered.
  
  "Are you...." She falters, feeling the press of her tongue behind her teeth as it prepares to dive deeper than their level of closeness; leaping headfirst into a depth yearned for but foundationless. "Feeling satisfied...? Do you feel safe?"
  
  Maybe in Lichenstar's company, no one should feel safe. How many times her friends had died just out of grasp but close enough to see... It was an ugly thing.. to survive.
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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — The beckon of Lichenstar's voice causes a brow to quirk though she does not hesitate in following her leader and she only casts a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that nobody had seen them leave together. Her snowy paws stepping in front of the other as they briskly move throughout the territory and Beefang tries to think of the last time she had gone out on a walk like this to simply take the sights of what made up Riverclan's territory. The dark clouds above them causes her ears to angle upwards as she glances to the darkening sky as the faint smell of rain wafts into her nose and slightly parted jaws, she let's out a soft hum of agreement to Lichenstar's observation "It seems so." As the blue molly glances in her direction, the bicolored warrior turns her gaze towards her leader wondering what's on her mind and ponders why Lichenstar had brought her out here. This calm outing into the territory seemed more like something Moonbeam would do to drag her away from overworking herself or to loosen her tension yet she does not know why she's here right now standing in front of her father's former deputy.

Her pupil narrows as Lichenstar speaks up once more saying that they wished to thank her privately and Beefang keeps the surprise from her face though there's a small pit in her stomach, her eye lowering to catch a glimpse of a puddle and seeing herself. I look like him... She thinks as she swallows the lump in her throat and straightens out her posture as her attention turns to the star-blessed cat in that stands before her. "Of course... I swore to the warrior code and I'd do anything for my clan." The dream that she had with Cicadastar a moon or so ago in the back of her mind, she would make sure that Riverclan stood strong and that those too weak to follow would be cast out, Swiftfire had been weak and now, she paid for it. A disgusting rogue-loving traitor. If it had been up to her, she wouldn't have been so merciful yet the whole scenario had been dealt with accordingly by Lichenstar and Beefang's satisfied with the outcome.

A stalwart defender and great warrior.

The words alone make Beefang want to puff out her chest like a cobra in pride but she keeps her calm and stoic demeanor but she dips her head in silent gratitude for the praise. For a moment, the black smoke shuffles her snow dipped paws and speaks once more "Thank you." There's a pause and she continues wincing at the way her voice cracks slightly with emotion, "Although, it's mostly thanks to the great warrior that I had mentor me." The sides of her mouth twitch as a phantom of a sad smile forms on her maw yet it doesn't stay for long as Lichenstar asks her a question. "Are you... feeling satisfied... ? Do you feel safe?" Her frown returns once more and she glances to the side with her lone eye focusing onto a few reeds recalling how she had parted them to lunge at Hush when he least expected it... When she nearly had died until her siblings found her.

"What do you mean if I feel satisfied?" She returns the question with an inquiry of her own before dwelling on the other one and she blinks her amber eye in a brief moment of thought, "I do."

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• A stoic bloom, unfurling its petals in a stony array of confidence. A mirror of her lineage... not so different from her brother. They are just reflections.... tiny echoes. Her heart thrums uncomfortably in her chest, wondering if the same could be said about Eveningpaw. If her daughter's gentle paw-pads slide so easily into the path Lichenstar had left behind. Would she suffer in all the ways her mother did....? Did Beefang stand to suffer in all the same ways Smokestar did?
  
  She cannot will herself to feign a smile, to release the tension from her shoulders... the flick of a tattered ear to listen for unseen enemies. Protect. Do not move. A chant, a mantra, a song woven into the fibers of her muscles. No more mistakes...
  
  "I suppose... that must be true," she agrees, teeth gritting in her mouth against the way her lips think to wobble. "I wish he were still here." It's a selfish want, given her luck... given the special privilege of being able to see him in dreams. Beefang couldn't say the same. Still she flounders, searching for snow-capped paws to reach for her and pluck her from her uncertainties. It doesn't suit a she-cat of her age.. to pine for a guiding light like she is still a whimpering kit.
  
  "He'd be proud," that much she can promise, with utmost certainty. Her name stands as testimony... a final gift. She'd made sure it found its recipient.
  
  The striped cat blinks, tilting her chin to glance towards the meandering streams as the first sprinkles of rain descend in fat droplets. "What do you mean..." Lichenstar offers a small sigh, sifting through her own meaning to see if she even knows what sort of answer she was hoping for. "I'm not sure," she answers with a frustrated chuckle, ears flattening with relief to hear that she feels safe, at the very least.
  
  "There is that... at the very least.... I'm glad." The lynx point's tail swishes in anticipation, "I'd like to.... see you rewarded.... for your efforts," she continues, whiskers twitching. "However... I'd like to know... if that's something... you want... It's hard not to notice... the affinity you have... for Moonbeam. It is... strenuous work... to both lead... and love."
  
  It is an embarrassing admission of her own personal struggles, really... Her devotion to Hazecloud doesn't waver, despite their duty. But it does add stress that would not otherwise be a concern. In another life, maybe they could've escaped the responsibility of the clans. Would've run off as wild-hearted young adults to find their happiness as loners. To raise a family in privacy with only themselves to blame for their shortcomings.
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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beefang notes the flick of Lichenstar's tattered ear and the tension in her shoulders but the younger warrior dares not to say anything as keeps alert as well, she knows that there are still a few Red Water Rogues lurking within the loner lands and she's certain that they're aware that one of their own had fallen to the claws of Riverclan. Hush was simply one of those that had harmed the clan and she knows that Deacon's still out there or even Sasha, the thought alone causes her fur to prickle in the slightest but she's quick to roll her shoulders to relax some of the tension in her muscles. "I wish he were still here." The blue furred molly speaking the words that crept in her mind constantly and a dry chuckle leaves her maw as her own tattered ear and intact ear press flat against her skull with a small shake of her helm "I wish for it too... only the stars and Silverpelt itself have heard my pleas. I wish it was a nightmare... that I'd wake up and he'd be there..." A sadness washes over her like a wave as she admits this and it's a childish want to wish for her papa to return to her and her lone eye focuses onto Lichenstar knowing that she had to have seen Smokestar during her nine lives ceremony.

"He'd be proud."

Beefang can feel her throat tightening with emotion as she bites the inside of her right cheek knowing that her father's friend would not lie to her yet she wishes that she could hear that coming from his own maw instead of Lichenstar as selfish as it is. The black smoke feels odd for allowing herself to open up to be so vulnerable when the only cat that she does such with is Moonbeam and a small part of her wonders if the pale furred molly wonders about her whereabouts. Her brow raises when she replies to her question with uncertainty and Beefang watches the first few droplets of downpour fall into the river, she can feel a few on her own pelt as she stands there continuing to face Lichenstar. The last thing that Beefang expects is being rewarded for her act of exposing Swiftfire in such a gruesome way but deep down, she knows that she had done the right thing despite how violent her actions had been.

At the mention of her mate, Beefang's whiskers twitch trying to keep her stoic facade going despite the way that the tip of her ears burnt and the heat rose to her face only to nod "That obvious, huh?" The bicolored molly says in an attempt of lighthearted joking knowing that it isn't much of a secret and her snowy paws shuffle for a heartbeat. The ambition that she had felt earlier returning as it blossoms within her belly causing it to twist in the slightest, she can imagine how stressful it must be to lead and love yet... A part of her feels that she could manage both of those things especially since her own fathers had been able to do it. If she were in that type of position, well, she could successfully make sure that Riverclan's far from harm to the best of her abilities.

"I would... I do want it... It would be an honor to serve in your council." Beefang answers feeling several emotions all at once unsure of what Lichenstar would say next, she imagines Smokestar from above looking upon this interaction and she wonders if he's proud right now... Her thoughts drift to Cicadastar very briefly and she swallows feeling her mouth growing dry, she could ensure the safety of her clan and her loved ones.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• It boils painfully in her belly, to listen to the young girl trapped inside Beefang begging for her father. Asking to be woken from some inescapable nightmare. Sympathy... or maybe empathy... stings at the corners of her eyes. Lichenstar had walked a path away from her parents a long time ago but it had been a choice.... she'd gotten to say goodbye, even if it'd been an angry one. What were the last moments they'd shared been? Had Smokestar sent her off on a patrol with a typical, rested frown? Or maybe he'd felt his end draw near, had murmured a soft 'I love you' just in case his gut feeling became true?
  
  A part of her feels to blame... the guilt of her every breath being a sign of his sacrifice. It wouldn't surprise her if some of her clan-mates thought her a murderer... no witnesses, only her word. But when had she ever looked so power hungry as to kill for it? The thought rests uncomfortably at the base of her neck, heavy... prickly.
  
  Maybe it's motherly practice that makes her want to reach out and touch the stained-glass planes of monochrome cheek, to offer an embrace so long revoked by the cruel tide of fate. It'd be weird though... right? The intimacy of raw emotion shouldn't be pressed further.. her luck already stretched thin. A soft sigh, again.
  
  At the very least she takes no offense to the lynx's pointed observation. If it had been Snakeblink, she suspects there would be bloodied ears stood in this spot instead (Beefang evidently had a knack for demolishing ears). "You're... a good match," she compliments, smiling gingerly, "Two very... very sweet girls." She can still remember them being shorter than even her belly fur... tiny and rolling about in the dirt, splashing in the shallows. A lifetime ago now...
  
  Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise that the daughter of two leaders might have a thirst for ascension... but still, it stuns her to hear the confirmation of her interest. Of her want. An honor... she calls it... and Lichenstar can't help but snort. It is little more than a bid to torture yourself in a unique way your peers would not be able to relate to but... it has its charms, sometimes. "Good," they replied, reaching out with their forelimbs to sink into a deep stretch. "Keep doing good... work with your... apprentice," they pause to glance at her with a small frown, "And be kind... to that boy.... He didn't ask... for the parents he got."
  
  They straighten themself, reminded of another black and white pelt that she'd had to appeal for. Splashdance... Did she feel fulfilled too now? "I'll need you... to maintain an... open mind if you... intend to represent.... RiverClan alongside me. There is... no real reward... to war. Only mutual suffering." No battle was won without losses... and RiverClan had endured many losses, enough to keep her humble. Even if she could still taste Sunningrocks at the tip of her tongue.
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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beefang tenses briefly at the stilled silence that felt like it lasted for an eternity but shouldered it away with ease only to let a dry chuckle slip from her jaws at Lichenstar saying her and Moonbeam are a good match. Two very... very sweet girls. That comment alone makes a snort escape the bicolored molly before she speaks after clearing her throat "Moonbeam's sweet... I'm not sure that I fit that description anymore." Its said in a lighthearted tone despite the way it made her insides twist momentarily remembering when she had been innocent once and away from the dangers of war and loss. Beefang's a lot more built for the cruel reality that sets itself before her and she had to adapt in order to survive, she knew that being sweet didn't save lives nor did it fill the bellies of those within her clan... being 'sweet' only did so much... Moonbeam's truly a saint, an ethereal angel sent from the heavens itself, and Beefang found herself fortunate to even breathe the same air as her.

Lichenstar mentions being kinder to her apprentice and keep doing good work, the bicolored molly could do one a lot more easily than the other and she has to hold back the frown that wants to tug at the sides of her mouth. She had to be kind to her apprentice that lost both parents on the same day and her tattered ear flicks to the side knowing that Roepaw likely wouldn't appreciate the sudden kindness after Beefang had been strict and rough since the start of his apprenticeship. A part of her wants to say that she'll try to be more fair to the red tabbied tom but trying likely wouldn't suffice in this situation so she shuffles her paws momentarily and nods her head "I will, Lichenstar. I'll do my best to be fair to Roepaw..." She would try showing it gradually over time knowing that the boy rarely spoke to her after his mother had been exiled rightfully, in her opinion, and it makes her ponder if kindness would mend the split between them.

Her whiskers twitch at what the blue molly says to her about being open-minded and she can imagine that she's talking about several of those that had joined Riverclan as of late, it makes Beefang want to wrinkle her snout recalling what Cicadastar had told her during her dream where she had briefly escaped the grasp of death. Truthfully, she believes that those that had joined aside from the Ripple Colonists are filth that ended up in the clan by pure luck but she knows that Lichenstar has a point even if she won't admit it aloud. Only mutual suffering. Beefang knew what that was like though she gives another curt nod of her helm before speaking once more "I understand..." A few droplets of rain fall onto her coat yet she eases at their touch only to allow a sigh to slip from her jaws and her lone eye focuses onto the blue molly deciding to add on, "I will improve and show you that I can represent Riverclan alongside you."

A promise.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
• 
  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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