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Pale crystalline eyes, clouded with hot tears gazed upwards towards the sky, the billions of ethereal warriors above glittering down at him with a sad sort of glow, his voice a quiet, childlike whisper. It was late at night, far later than the young tom usually stayed up, but he hadn’t been able to sleep ever since…ever since…
A lonely tear slid down his cheek, leaving a dark trail through gray and white fur, and the tom swallowed, wrinkling his nose at the salty sensation tingling throughout his nasal passages. It had all happened so fast, so unbelievably fast. He finally had a mama again, a mother, and then…and then…
“If…if you’re listening…mama…”
His head was tilted up to the stars of Silverpelt, brilliant white lights reflecting within his eyes, shining with tears. Fluffy fur, r
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A hint of betrayal.
These were perhaps the most prevalent emotions whirling in the mousey tom's gut, an unfamiliar storm of conflicting pain and nausea that was wreaking havoc within the deputy. It was as if he was walking in a dreamland, somewhere not quite real. This couldn't be happening, not yet, he wasn't ready, he wasn't....
Wrinkling his nose in a very unflattering fashion, the lanky NightClanner paused by a tree, lifting his tail to signal to the medicine cat behind him that he needed to stop.
"I'm gonna yack."
It had all happened so fast - he had been lazing on one of the sunning rocks in camp, flirting with his latest conquest, when Festersoul had approached him, asking for a quiet word. It wasn't until they were within the quiet of the leader's den (an odd choice of location, the tom had thought) that the hansome...er, pale tom had at last spoke.
"Hemlockstar, Yewpatch, and Jetblaze....they're gone." His voice was quiet, sincere, his gaze
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Beyond her eyelids, shadows danced, stretched, morphed into figures both familiar and foreign. The air was cool, the faint scent of petrichor rising up from the depths of the tunnels, the sweet scent tinged with a salty must, the kind that clung to fur, embraced bodies in its grasp, lulled beings of shadow to sleep.
But sleep wasn't coming. It lingered just out of reach, was chased away by the erratic pounding that had cursed her chest every night since the approach of the Day had neared. She wasn't ready, wasn't ready, she was scared....
A quiet exhale emerging from her lips, the darkest of the Four jolted upwards, pale blue eyes blinking open in the darkness of the nursery, pupils swelling, constricting as they tried to catch the faintest drops of light, trickles of moonlight managing to peer through ravaged cracks in the layered stone, reflecting almost ethereally off of the quartz she grasped in her paw. Its smooth surface was dappled with tiny droplets of saline, echo