private MISTY MOUNTAIN - mosspool

[RAVENSONG]

"Are you busy?" Ravensong is almost too eager, having planted himself near the warriors den in the early hours of the morning. He could not tell if Mosspool had been set out on a dawn patrol and would just now be returning, or if she was still asleep and would wake up eventually. Either way, the darkly-furred feline had perched himself at the edge of the warriors den so he would not miss it.

His figure is taught and skinny, it seems leafbare had done a number on the Clan's medicine cat. He is more tired than usual, but he still manages to move his paws around camp and comes to his Clanmates' calls faster every day. His brain does often feel like it is filled with sludge. He knows why. He is missing something.

"I thought we should catch up." He continues, flicking his tail across the frozen ground.

@Mosspool

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[Mosspool]

𓆝 . ° ✦ After dropping the prey she had just caught on her patrol into the fresh kill pile, Mosspool had begun to head back toward the warrior's den. Her intent had been to grab a few moments of rest before getting back to work, at least before Ravensong got her attention.

"I am not." Mosspool attempted will away the slight ache in her legs from the dawn patrol, assuming that the medicine cat needed her to head out again. If his stores of an herb were running low, she would gladly go to fetch more. She blinked when he said they should catch up. "Certainly." She agreed. Though they were both often too busy to spend time with each other, she enjoyed Ravensong's company. He was smart and sensible, a good medicine cat who more than lived up to his name. She had nothing but respect for him.

It would not do for them to take up space right in the front of the den however, so Mosspool glanced around. "How about we sit over there?" She offered, nodding toward a spot in the sun.

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  MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER･ 12 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY @empyrean !

  Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.

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[RAVENSONG]

"That's unusual for you," He quips, pleased that Mosspool was willing to cut time out of her day to spend time with him. The life of a warrior had eluded him for so long. He could not say he missed it, but he knew Mosspool was among those who deserved the title unequivocally.

"A good choice." His eyes flit over to the sun-warmed spot. Clear days without chilly winds are difficult to come by in this season. With a flick of his tail, he leads her to the place she had scouted out. Ravensong lowers his haunches onto the ground, sitting stiffly with his large ears laying out against his head. "Since I have not gotten the chance to speak face to face in so long, I do apologize for being so broad, but I wondered if there is anything new happening apart from the usual patrols." His mind raced with possibilities. Maybe she had developed a crush? Had come to a greater spiritual understanding? Mosspool's thoughts had never ceased to captivate his mind.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait. — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den. — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[Mosspool]

𓆝 . ° ✦ After a moment of thought, she nodded. "I suppose it is." Especially since her return from the journey, she had thrown herself into her work. The memory of returning to camp to find all her clanmates weak and hungry and learning how many they had lost in her absence still haunted her. It was not often she simply spent time chatting, especially not with as good company as Ravensong. Sitting down beside him, she wrapped her tail neatly around her paws.

Mosspool hesitated a moment. Her social life was not very eventful, and her love life was even less so. She had none of the gossip that many of her clanmates reveled in. "I pleased with the apprentice that Smokestar assigned me." Even when she found time to relax, all she could think to talk about was her work. "Duckpaw is quick to follow directions and eager to learn."

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  MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER･ 12 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY @empyrean !

  Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.

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