camp THE MOON WILL SING [leaving for moonstone]

[Fireflyglow]

Why had it come to this? Dawnglare hadn't returned yet, and neither had his star-forsaken mate. He would return, though. He would return, and they would go back to begrudging silence and soft insults under their breaths. Forgiveness took time, he knew that. Long ago, he had felt what it was like to truly despise someone before forgiving them. Snowpaw, now Snowpath- it was an accident, truly. But they were all children, unable to cope properly with the loss of Morningpaw.

But unlike most, Morningpaw had died in Dawnglare's paws. He had felt the last of her breaths leave her body. Fireflyglow was only present for that moment, smelt the blood that oozed from her wound.

And now, it was only Burnstorm, Howlfire, and Fireflyglow left from the first and second litter of Blazestar and Little Wolf.

And yet.. He had never felt more alone in this world.

Fireflyglow rises to his paws, having been staring at the entrance of the camp sightlessly. He sighs then. No more wasting time.

"I need a guard to go with me to the Moonstone." He announces bluntly, eyes hardened and cold; abandonment didn't look so good on such a normally kind tom. "Just one. Someone who can keep quiet, please." He didn't feel like talking about what had transpired in camp today.

// tagging @GREENEYES to be his escort! this is a brief interaction for him and his clanmates before he dips for the moonstone for the rest of the night.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 26 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[GREENEYES]

✧ . He grows restless. Dawnglare and Mallowlark still haven’t returned, and with each passing moment, worry only grows further. Fear for them — that something might’ve happened, though the two couldn’t be so foolish, right? — lingers. Concern for Fireflyglow burns just as bright.

His mate. Stars… he doesn’t… Greeneyes doesn’t think he’s ever seen his best friend like this ever. Or, in a long time, at least. Perhaps when they were apprentices, perhaps in the wake of Morningpaw’s death. In mere hours, the medicine cat has become a deflated version of himself. Cold, sullen, and rightfully so. Greeneyes yearns for the warm, bright tom he loves. Greeneyes wishes for his return, even if that means Dawnglare graces SkyClan with his presence once more.

He departs from his attempt to comfort Budkit just as the larger tom’s voice rings through camp. A guard — someone who can keep quiet.

“ I — “ Greeneyes looks to Fireflyglow, hopes his company will be enough comfort. “ I can go, Fi. Take me with you. " Ears flatten, willing for the medicine cat to take him — he needs to get out of here, needs to let himself take the breath he’s been holding since the day’s earlier events.

" Please. " ​

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENEYES ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Former Lead Warrior of SkyClan.
  ✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ✧ . Daisyflight x Raven Ramble; Mate to Fireflyglow
  ✧ . Mentored by Sheepcurl ; Mentor to Fluffypaw, formerly Falcongaze
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[DOEBLAZE]

An uneasy silence has settled over their camp ever since the fight. Arguments were bound to happen in an ever-shifting Clan—stars knew she'd had her fair share—but two medicine cats? And it had gotten physical? Doeblaze has been drifting restlessly around camp since her return with the rest of Orangestar's patrol. No doubt Cloudypaw had been grateful for the break, most of which she'd spent delicately asking cats for the details (Quillstrike had not exactly been forthcoming) and keeping an eye on Fireflyglow. Her son he is not, and neither of them labors under any delusions of such a thing, but she still cares for him. He has been here for her in a way very few had, close and careful. He deserves to be happy with Greeneyes, without Dawnglare casting a long shadow.

Speaking of which, their tempestuous senior medicine cat is still absent. She would not say she's worried for Dawnglare—there is no lost love between them, after all—but she quietly rebukes herself for not chasing those snatches of strawberry-scent, of warm acrid pavement layered over spiced pine. Restless as she is, Fireflyglow's sudden rise draws her attention immediately, and she lopes over to her stepson in three long strides. He is cold and withdrawn as the just-rising moon, and she wishes she could give him the warmth he'd once given her. Greeneyes is quick on the mark, though; she debates volunteering as well, but then decides against it.

" Be safe, be careful. Both of you. " Her voice isn't quite stern, but it's sharp with barely-disguised worry. What if Orangestar's mysterious attackers returned? The ginger-and-white leader has been close-lipped about her incident beyond the barest facts, and it unsettles Doeblaze. After a moment, she does add a slightly pained, " Please. "

OOC : —

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[Daisydrop]

The day's events had been tense and confusing, two cats that Daisypaw had always seen as coworkers or even family to each other had fought, and though it was more of a pathetic excuse for a fight when it came to the use of their claws, they had still exchanged words, exchanged blows, and Dawnglare had ran off wishing the clan to simply drop dead and it had left the older apprentice speechless. He knew Dawnglare to be an odd cat, not showing his care for those around him openly but he had never thought of the other as someone who just simply didn't care, who wanted them to die.

He had thought that Dawnglare would be back by now, ready to shove everything that had been said aside and pretend as though it had never happened, but as the sun began it's decent and the tom and his mate didn't return he had grown worried, and by the way Fireflyglow sat in the direction of the camp's entrance waiting he could tell that the other was worried as well. When he finally stood and spoke the blue tom found his ears pinning to his head for just a moment before he'd nod his head in response to Doeblaze's words. "We'll see you when you get back." and hopefully Dawnglare would too.

ooc ♡ careful now with my head

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• DAISYPAW ♡ he/him / apprentice of SkyClan
  
  
  ♡ born november 8, 2023. ages realistically
  ♡ adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish
  ♡ brother to Weedpaw, Fluffypaw, and Budkit
  ♡ mentored by Figfeather
  ♡ speaks in #708abb
  ♡ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ♡ penned by tikki
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

She was beginning to wonder that it was perhaps a fault on her that Dawnglare and Mallowlark had not returned home.

Figfeather had been so confident that Dawnglare just needed some space and time, a walk in the forest. She had ordered cats to give him space, had she been wrong to? Should they have all flung themselves after him? She finds herself looking to the gorse wall hoping to see red and white fur emerging, the two Tom-cats home at last.

She prayed. All she’s done is pray.

Fireflyglow is leaving for the half-moon meeting. Her stomach knots as Greeneyes approaches, offering himself to be his escort. Doeblaze and Daisypaw say they’re goodbyes and wish them safe travels, but Figfeather’s claws flex into the ground. Was it wise to go? She supposed, StarClan beckons.

”You should really take another warrior.” Figfeather meows sternly to Fireflyglow. She would not be caught ordering a medicine cat around but… if Dawnglare didn’t come back… She suppresses the thought. ”Take caution passing the borders of the other clans. I don’t trust them. Any of them.” Not with leaf-bare approaching.

Good StarClan… she feels like a helpless kit. ”May StarClan light your path. Both of you.”

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[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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Quillstrike didn’t pray often, and he didn’t pray *now*, either. It was nothing against the stars, nothing against Dawnglare or Mallowlark, even- he just couldn’t bring himself to waste those previous words. Because surely there was a limit to how much the universe was willing to give? And if he went around asking for every mercy he *wanted*, he might not get the ones he *needed*.

And so he selfishly kept them to himself.

”I can go with you guys, if you want.” Quill offered, making his way over to stand near Figfeather. He was of a similar mindset about the two of them going alone, not just because more warriors meant beter safety, but because he wasn’t entirely sold on the idea that these two wouldn’t prove to be a distraction to each other; newly confessed to the clan, and emotionally compromised after the Dawnglare incident. All it would take is a single slip up to lose them both. "Either way, Figfeathers right- be vigilant out there."
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skyclan - male - 30 months (Feb 17th) - mated to Twitchbolt - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.