private Safe & sound in the silence | Lichenstar, Hazecloud

[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Snakeblink’s injuries have scarred over and healed to no more than a bad-weather twinge by the time he finds time and reason to approach Lichenstar about his troubling encounter with the so-called Jackal.

He cannot entirely justify the delay, not even to himself. He was not so injured that he could not speak; had days before the flood and more while they stayed in the beech copse, a dozen opportunities to bring up the situation to his leader. Except he had wanted more time -- to conduct his own investigation, and to be sure. Time he was rapidly losing: as long as Lichenstar did not know about this threat looming in the shadow, the rogue would pose a real danger to the clan, and to the children he meant to… What, steal away?

Shaking his head, Snakeblink slithers into the leader’s den. His fur bristles slightly at the brushing touch of old ghosts: here, Cicadastar’s pale specter speaking to his council ; there, Smokestar’s stars-speckled shadow glaring at him with his one burning eye. He blinks and they are gone like mist in the morning: only Lichenstar and Hazecloud remain.

”I apologize for disturbing you,” he hisses, head low, half-placating (he did barge in without warning.) ”But I have a matter that I believe we must discuss quickly. It concerns the rogue who attacked me some days ago -- and Claythorn.”​

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Whatever soft debate they might've been having (likely the impending closeness of the warriorhood of their children and Hazecloud's nosy insistence on knowing what names Lichenstar had picked for them) goes forgotten at the wafted scent of rain-dampened fur and familiarity.
  
  Misty gaze snaps away from her mate, a groveling figure bowed near the entrance to beg forgiveness for his intrusion. He's lucky, she thinks, that Salmonshade has already departed for the day... lest he have stumbled on something the heavens knew he'd never be able to keep to himself.
  
  Her brows lift in a question that he doesn't theatrically pause to answer for once. "Claythorn?" The mention of her name changes the tone very abruptly... it was one thing if he'd come to report on how he'd gotten his tail handed to him (again) but another thing entirely to invoke the name of a queen as a related subject.
  
  "Out with it.... What do you... know?" And why had he waited until now?
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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Snakeblink’s ears twitch back on instinct at Lichenstar’s shift of voice, even though he knows the sharpness is not solely aimed at him. There have been enough incidents related to RiverClan cats gallivanting with outsiders; he understands her reaction, and hurries to disprove her of this unfortunate notion.

”The rogue called himself Jackal,” he begins, front paws twitching as if to present them with the explanation physically. ”He claims to have three children among RiverClan -- and he bears a striking resemblance with Claythorn which cannot be fortuitous. The two others he gave no identifying signs to know them by.” Snakeblink had tried to find them, but lack of familiarity with the rogue and moons of life in RiverClan had diluted the connection so thoroughly as to make the search impossible, even with his knowledge of who among his clanmates was outsider-born or lacked parentage. ”By his words, I believe he means to… get them back, so to speak, by any means necessary.”

His newly-healed injuries twinge with the memory of pain. ”This attack was a message meant for them -- and for the clan. And I do not think it will be his last.” His ears pin against his skull, lowering his head in discomfort. ”I would have approached you sooner with this if not for the flood -- and my own fruitless attempt at finding his other two offsprings. I worry that he will target them next, and we will not be able to anticipate or prevent it.”​

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• jesus this is late, im sorry
  
• 
  
  
  — Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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