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He never would have thought it possible to be on his feet, to breathe without pain, in so long. The aches in his body had subsided to a gentle thrum and Ravensong's head had cleared. When he drew himself out of his den this morning, he felt almost like a new cat. He breathed out, watching his breath puff visibly in the air. It was not too cold, but chilled enough to feel something and the dark black coat that hung over his scrawny frame felt thinner than ever.
Now he could feel the full weight of the loss RiverClan had suffered. It whirred past him in a haze. Yellowcough's shadow over him was weaker now, but it lingered at his paws still as it died. And then he remembered, others had been far less lucky than him. Even now, Cicadastar's uncertain fate hung over him like a vulture.
Ravensong had slipped out of camp and returned carrying several small pebbles he had freshly fished from the water. They were equal in size and he began to place them tightly beside each other at the entrance of the medicine den. Ravensong's paw passed over them and he mumbled the count over his breath. One, two, three...
Now he could feel the full weight of the loss RiverClan had suffered. It whirred past him in a haze. Yellowcough's shadow over him was weaker now, but it lingered at his paws still as it died. And then he remembered, others had been far less lucky than him. Even now, Cicadastar's uncertain fate hung over him like a vulture.
Ravensong had slipped out of camp and returned carrying several small pebbles he had freshly fished from the water. They were equal in size and he began to place them tightly beside each other at the entrance of the medicine den. Ravensong's paw passed over them and he mumbled the count over his breath. One, two, three...
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— 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"