private the other side of paradise ☾ lichenstar

[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. When the Lichenstar had sought her out after the crowd had begun to disperse, Lakemoon couldn’t say she hadn’t been expecting it. The silvery tabby was quick to send Splashpaw and Graypaw off as a pair, gluing greenhorn to seasoned. Now, hardened navy optics are narrowed silently on her leader, who had been done speaking to her for several heartbeats by now. Lichenstars sympathetic-sounding words float around her mind, churning them over until they are blended into a gravelly mush.
No border patrols…
Restrictions…
For the first moon…
That now left Lakemoon with two apprentices missing out on their duties, traditions. One for her mysterious origin that wasn’t so mysterious, and another as a consequence, Lakemoon tries to see the lesson in, and can’t help but wonder if her failure can be pinned on parental bias, or if this was yet another blurred decision on her leaders part. It was nearly an irony. Nearly.
“Mhm.” The reply is curt, pressed between her lips as Lakemoon carefully contemplates her next words. “What are you hoping to teach him by keeping him sheltered, Lichenstar? He’ll fall behind and you know it.” Now Lakemoon knows for a fact her bluntness stems from the part of her that is still Graypaws mother in this situation.
“That is now two apprentices of mine that will need to be assigned to patrols without their mentor, one of which is due to become a warrior soon.” Despite the pinpricks that ripple down the lanky warriors spine, her tone does not rise from its velvety octave, her expression does not stray from its guarded mask. Let’s not pretend, her deputy had said, Lichenstars mate. “Splashpaw used to be a ShadowClanner, so she isn’t permitted to join me for Gatherings.” It’s a reasonable enough statement, formed long before she had spoken with Hazecloud. “Yet, you keep her hidden away and stuck on moss-gathering patrols when ShadowClan is nowhere near us.” That’s the true question. “What are you hoping to teach either of them?” There’s no challenge in the looming tabby’s body language, but no room to be brushed past either.

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• It wasn't like she'd done this before... despite her ever-increasing age, it seems that fate has more surprises in store, each more horrible than the last. She stands with Lakemoon with a frown dressing her features, sympathetic but stern. This accident was a deadly one and while it was unlikely it might be repeated, fear still colors her decisions and she'd yet to hear a proper argument other than just pity to excuse him from reality. Pity would not spare him his traumas, nor the clan the grief of a life lost.
  
  "I'm hoping... to give him time," she answers, a long sigh weighting her words, "Shouldn't we... spare him the chance... at further torment? That world... is not kind," she entreats further, hoping a mother might understand what waits outside their camp. "He'll only fall behind... if you fail him." That much, is not up for debate. There is nothing about patrolling the borders that is so complicated it takes an entire six months to learn. He can just as easily hunt close to home, practice his battle moves without being near the gorge. It is a lame excuse and one that irks her.
  
  However, the mention of Splashpaw now muddies the waters and frustratingly, it is Hazecloud who has put this problem in her paws. Is it just more spitefulness? "I'm not... withholding her.... from borders," she argues, brows furrowing in frustration, "Argue with Hazecloud... about her patrols... if you detest them." It was no longer her responsibility to fuss over them, that was a deputy's job, one she'd done for moons and more and would not subject herself to at the behest of the many that had beseeched her to pick a deputy for this exact reason. A delegation of tasks.
  
  "Splashpaw doesn't need... my protection... She's a perfectly... competent apprentice. As for her... Gathering attendance... You needn't worry... any further on it." Shifting tabby stripes wreathed in a shadowy crown come to mind. It was a clipped discussion but ultimately, fruitful. She'd share that with her clan when and if it mattered... for now, Lakemoon would have to trust her for that subject.
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