private morning cereal and sunday cartoons |➹| ravensong

[sparrowsong!]

Spoiler: previously on total drama island

Ravensong arrived at the Gathering already in the mentality of not socializing with any other cats. He stayed back as his Clanmates rushed forward. He watched night-covered bodies mingle among others in the name of peace. He turned around and sat the furthest away possible from the others. It was stifling—being around so many. He wished it to end.

It was his first Gathering with his new name and Ravensong felt sick. He looked up and thought he caught a glance of chocolate-spotted tabby. It surprised him—bringing back a memory from a time he had forgotten now in order to become a true Clan cat. He blinked, disbelieving his eyes. No. He shook his head to himself. It couldn't be.

☾₊ ⊹ 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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It was... odd, how things seemed to work out sometimes. It was the faintest prickle of their fur that had redirected their attention from Tadpolepaw, the feeling of feeling watched.

Sparrowpaw caught a glimpse of dark fur as a body moved past, and― well, it was difficult to say why it had something stirring in the back of their mind. For the briefest moment, their eyes met from across the clearing. Under the bright light of the full moon, even as the eye contact immediately broke, something seemed so painfully familiar. Their eyes, even as the color had been hard to discern.

Memories, vague, of playful squeals and tussling. Sparrowpaw was staring now. It had to be a similarity. It couldn't be him, from so long ago―

With a hasty apology and a dip of their head, the chocolate tabby departed from the ShadowClan apprentice and weaved through the crowd. The name was biting at them now, crying out. They nearly bumped hard into someone and skirted them with an uttered apology.

Now standing before him, Sparrowpaw found themself looking up, and found themself thinking that he was fairly similar to Tadpolepaw. Tall, dark, with a uniquely shaped face. Eyes, both green, but his held familiarity, a feeling of home that they wanted to embrace and never let go of. Even so, as they stood before the cat that smelled so strongly of RiverClan, their heart beginning to pound in their chest with a mixture of hope and nerves, they couldn't quite believe it was truly him.

They were the first to speak, finding their voice surprisingly thick in their throat. "...Ivan?"​

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[RAVENSONG]

In truth, Ravensong was nothing entirely remarkable. He was tall and slender like Cicadastar. The nightly shade of his pelt was common in every population of cats. Even the shape of his ears, the way they framed his face, and the elongatedness of his nose was a fairly shared feature among his fish-fed Clanmates. Only his voice and his scent ought to give him away, and Ravensong was painfully aware of his ordinariness.

Yet, when faced with something that was rather unordinary—the color of Sparrowpaw's pelt, the broken spotted pattern, and the same white marking—he paused. It was not that he doubted his senses, but rather than he doubted such a thing could randomly happen. He was rarely blessed with lucky strikes, after all.

He had turned away, retreating back into his silent contemplation and general asocialness when he blinked and looked down. The chocolate tabby was in front of him now and Ravensong's fur ruffled in slight surprise. They stared at each other for a moment until finally Ravensong's eyes seemed to spark with still-doubtful familiarity.

That illusion was shattered with the utterance of two syllables.

Ivan.

So far away was that name that Ravensong almost found it foreign. He had learned to push away Twolegplace sentimentalities for survival within the Clan. That name symbolized a path he had turned away from, but most importantly for the two of them, it confirmed his suspicions and finally bewilderment took over, a sudden relief and awkwardness of finding someone who knew him from those childish days.

"...Sparrow?" It was a whisper, a shaky one

"It's Ravensong now." He said, not so much with pride, but with a firmness that indicated that no matter how good it felt to reclaim a lost part of himself, there was no use in holding on to the past. Cats who were born into this life would never know the sort of things he gave up.

☾₊ ⊹ 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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[sparrowsong!]

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The dark feline didn't immediately respond. He seemed taken aback by their presence, even more so by their tentative query, but it was the shock that left them wondering if they had been right after all.

Surrounding chatter from the mingling Clans seemed muffled around them, the hanging silence between them seeming to drown it out. The tom finally breathed a wobbly response. Their name, in a simplified sense they hadn't heard in moons. Sparrow?

It really was Ivan. A breath is pulled in, and Sparrowpaw visibly brightens with a smile. He corrects them - his name is Ravensong now - and they nod feverishly and do the same. "I'm called Sparrowpaw now."

Their paws tip-tapped the earth, kneading it restlessly, and they can't restrain themself from closing the gap between them with a rumbling, slightly broken purr and butting their head into his chest. "I always missed you lots." Their friend from long ago, who had simply vanished, leaving them to wonder why.

Pulling back, the brown tabby looked up at Ivan, now Ravensong with watery eyes. There was too much they wanted to say. They felt like they had gotten a piece of home back, and they wanted to grab at it and never let go. Sparrowpaw started simple. "You... smell like RiverClan," they finally said after a moment. "How come I haven't ever seen you until now? Is... is that where you went?" ​

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