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[RAVENSONG]

He wakes up in a fit again, and it takes a few moments for him to discern where he is. No longer in his own herb-scented den—this one feels foreign and perhaps more foreign than he would have imagined for a Clan. For what feels like a moon he has been wasting away and counting his days. As he teeters on the edge of consciousness, he wonders what would happen if he did not wake up. Never before had such a situation happened—there was always some apprentice ready to take on a fraction of the work their mentor left behind.

But Ravensong is still young and he believes if the journeying cats come back in time, he would be saved. His earlier delusions are pushed down and he revels in the moment of clarity he gets today.

When Dawnglare and Dandelionwish are busy or out of the medicine den for any reason, Ravensong waits for a chance to grab Fireflypaw alone. They are slightly similar in age, but Fireflypaw has been training for much longer. He is very large, Ravensong wonders, and his naming ceremony should not be too far off. His eyes track the SkyClan medicine cat's movements like a bird of prey.

And finally, when he speaks, it is not very kind. It is pointed and curt. "What is this 'Mother' you speak of?"

@Fireflypaw

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN
  — 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"

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[Fireflyglow]

It is not often that Fireflypaw is alone in the medicine den. Today, though, he finds himself sorting through herbs in the back of the den by Dawnglare's command, tail twitching as exhausted milky blues peer downwards. He doesn't have the energy to argue with his mentor in this moment, not when he depended so heavily on him- so instead, he falls into silence and does his job.

What is this 'Mother' you speak of? He hears the voice speak, and for a second, he forgets that he isn't alone. No, he had cats staying in this den with him, RiverClan and SkyClan alike. One of those cats just so happen to be the RiverClan medicine cat, whom spoke with a straight-forward tone that lacked any proper manners he was used to. Excitement bubbled up in his chest at the opportunity to talk about Mother, whom nobody ever asked him about.

"She is everything, and nothing at the same time!" He begins with a smile, turning his head owlishly to look towards Ravensong. "She is the grass beneath our paws, the river you soak in, the moon above our heads. She takes, and she gives. We are fed thanks to her creations." He rambles, though his claws rake through a pile of herbs and set them aside, he moves closer to sit outside of Ravensong's nest.

"Why do you ask?" He asks, curiously. Was he interested in the deity that Fireflypaw and Dawnglare worshipped?​

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[RAVENSONG]

Fireflypaw's fervent teachings spill from his mouth as quickly as the river runs over its stones—smooth and unbending—he can feel the conviction in the younger tom's voice that betrayed everything he spoke he believed. The excitement that bubbles off Fireflypaw is perceived simply by sight. The Mother must mean a lot to him, or Ravensong suspects the rest of his Clan does not share the same excitement or belief if the SkyClan medicine cat apprentice is so happy to get a chance to speak about Her.

"I ask because I never heard of Her." Ravensong replies bluntly. And it sounds like kitten dreams. But he does not speak that part aloud. He does not wish to purposefully offend Fireflypaw and that intrusive thought only invaded his brain to simply be mean. He wanted to be mean. He was sick and tired, and here was something outlandish that he could not stand. It was easy to jeer at.

But Ravensong valued learning and speaking. He would not let Yellowcough steal that dignity from him. Ravensong sighed and rested his chin on his paws, looking up at the hefty tom.

"If She is everything, then she is not good. Because not everything is good. Disease is not good. Floods are not good. Stillborn kittens are not good. Starvation is not good. And yet if She takes care of everything, She is clearly not doing enough that warrants such a worship." He explains in his raspy tone, eyeing Fireflypaw curiously.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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• 
  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN
  — 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"

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[Fireflyglow]

Fireflypaw listens to the tom's words carefully, thoughtfully running them through his mind- a critic, this one was. Or maybe a skeptic? This was the first time someone actively listened to him preach about Her, so he tried his best to make sense and portray Her the way she would want to be spoken of. Wind sweeps into the mouth of the den, ruffling his feathers and sending his mint leaves rustling momentarily- a sign, that he was doing it right. Answer him, child. She would speak in the winds, and Fireflypaw nods his head eagerly.

He was just grateful someone was listening to him for once.

"As I said, she is everything and nothing. Good and bad. What comes with good, must also come with some bad as well. To complete the circle of life.. Well, death must take place, I think. She is not punishing us, that is StarClan's star-forsaken job- to judge. What She gives, She can take away. Life, and death." He speaks calmly, and the point Ravensong makes is a good one. "She doesn't enjoy taking. But it is necessary. When my baby sister died, Mother promised she would take care of her body. That is why we bury our dead, so their souls can reach StarClan. Their bodies are protected by Her, in turn."

He only hoped he was doing Morningpaw some justice- she had said she was proud of him, after all.​

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