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this call had been silent. a meeting of eyes across camp, a larger dipping swivel of an ear towards the willow den he sits precariously aside, salt blue luminaries shadowed in their reed - locked gaze. lightningstone had come through on dusk patrol at last, flash of pale blue lifting his head ; patrol leader, trusted warrior. mated to the brown molly toiling away in their nursery and he can make no complaints, muted and reigned as she was now. his children grow rapidly, trusted to train his child himself, trusted to.. to watch. when blue paws start his way, golden against bitter shards of river ice, he stands. ivory paws stride slow through the maw of his den, flicks his tail to be followed. not a word is spoken aloud.
mottled phantom, he haunts the far corner of his den when lightningstone enters — and there is little time before he speaks, irritation dripping vitriolic from the barbs of his tongue, " boneripple, lichentail. " it’s a command, almost, in its own right. this was not about dusk patrol. his tone is a pitched mutter of irritation, like an elder biting at a pesky tick..and that was what they were, wasn’t it? the dark molly, bloodsucking resources he’d offered her in the wake of her cowardice, familial abandonment. lichentail, glaring, bold enough to tell him how to act — how to handle his own borders. expected him to cry and coddle atop the girl he’d fought aside only moons ago ; the girl he’d watched shred thunderclan blood at his side. a girl who’d spoken to him with a voice trembling exhaustion, but wise, careful — she rests in ravenpaw’s den now, healing and recovering from scars both mental and physical. he thinks to visit her, bring her minnow and settle aside her nest until ravenpaw’s herbal remedies send her back to sleep. they’d been so irritable — would they have met hyacinthbreath with the same forced welcome? ridiculous.
“ they’ve proven themselves incapable of protecting their borders. incapable of pulling their heads from their tails enough to listen through all the dung in their ears. “ suspicion, suspicion. if they were to confront him for something so trivial, what else did they plan? like the tom’s own mate, he was not to coddle them — he was not to bend and break. their river, their protection, wanes with each day, “ .. the river is lowering. snakeblink informed me skyclan awareness of this, it’s only a matter of time before the rest catch on. i need to know this territory is guarded. “ it wanes, fish wane, safety wanes. their kittish whines for friendliness, for warmth, would wane in the wake of the terrors replacing their river water. thunderclan had caught them in a moment of weakness, loners mill at their territories edge — and the two could simply not be trusted to act, to defend their scent markers, ” especially considering one is currently on my council ; and you do have such a keen eye for.. strange activity. “
ghostlike, icy eyes flick towards him, bright amidst the willow darknesss. just as with buckgait, he does not want to say it — can feel the reluctance eat words he wants to ask, to say. and silk binds his words, pearl teeth caging something lilting. something prodding. there is a brief pause, as if a thought occurs ; sudden, eyes lighting, ” ah — but you do have your paws full with meadowpaw, ja? i imagine the shallow waters are disrupting his fishing lessons.. certainly for such a new apprentice. “ they wade in deeper waters now, upstream where they divide between the other clans. and it was a shame, wasn’t it? to wait until fish flit by to eat himself, and even then — it was not promised. an ear twitches, but he only relaxes further, wrapping a curled tail around ivory paws. to wait.
mottled phantom, he haunts the far corner of his den when lightningstone enters — and there is little time before he speaks, irritation dripping vitriolic from the barbs of his tongue, " boneripple, lichentail. " it’s a command, almost, in its own right. this was not about dusk patrol. his tone is a pitched mutter of irritation, like an elder biting at a pesky tick..and that was what they were, wasn’t it? the dark molly, bloodsucking resources he’d offered her in the wake of her cowardice, familial abandonment. lichentail, glaring, bold enough to tell him how to act — how to handle his own borders. expected him to cry and coddle atop the girl he’d fought aside only moons ago ; the girl he’d watched shred thunderclan blood at his side. a girl who’d spoken to him with a voice trembling exhaustion, but wise, careful — she rests in ravenpaw’s den now, healing and recovering from scars both mental and physical. he thinks to visit her, bring her minnow and settle aside her nest until ravenpaw’s herbal remedies send her back to sleep. they’d been so irritable — would they have met hyacinthbreath with the same forced welcome? ridiculous.
“ they’ve proven themselves incapable of protecting their borders. incapable of pulling their heads from their tails enough to listen through all the dung in their ears. “ suspicion, suspicion. if they were to confront him for something so trivial, what else did they plan? like the tom’s own mate, he was not to coddle them — he was not to bend and break. their river, their protection, wanes with each day, “ .. the river is lowering. snakeblink informed me skyclan awareness of this, it’s only a matter of time before the rest catch on. i need to know this territory is guarded. “ it wanes, fish wane, safety wanes. their kittish whines for friendliness, for warmth, would wane in the wake of the terrors replacing their river water. thunderclan had caught them in a moment of weakness, loners mill at their territories edge — and the two could simply not be trusted to act, to defend their scent markers, ” especially considering one is currently on my council ; and you do have such a keen eye for.. strange activity. “
ghostlike, icy eyes flick towards him, bright amidst the willow darknesss. just as with buckgait, he does not want to say it — can feel the reluctance eat words he wants to ask, to say. and silk binds his words, pearl teeth caging something lilting. something prodding. there is a brief pause, as if a thought occurs ; sudden, eyes lighting, ” ah — but you do have your paws full with meadowpaw, ja? i imagine the shallow waters are disrupting his fishing lessons.. certainly for such a new apprentice. “ they wade in deeper waters now, upstream where they divide between the other clans. and it was a shame, wasn’t it? to wait until fish flit by to eat himself, and even then — it was not promised. an ear twitches, but he only relaxes further, wrapping a curled tail around ivory paws. to wait.
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i. @LIGHTNINGSTONE huh….. sneaky momence……
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−−−c−−−⠀⠀king of the rivers.
ᨒ gay, mated to smokethroat. smells like wet stone & moss.
ᨒ speaks with a german accent. 50 moons, ages every 50 posts.
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