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[Mica]

Hillstrider
ShadowClan Warrior
he/him | 24 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
Purrks: Heightened Perception (Hearing)
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Sun ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Mossfreckle - @elio ]
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It was late. Later than he should have been at the medicine den. The moon was high in the sky, and the quiet symphony of night critters blanketed the silver-washed clearing. Hillstrider stood outside of the lichen-covered den, mouth poised to whisper a name into the depths of the hollow. But the name wouldn't come. Instead, another name had cemented itself into his mind. Rookfire. For some reason, the idea of Rookfire hearing him and coming out instead of the tom he really sought made his chest seize. Hillstrider didn't want anyone other than Mossfreckle. Not right now. Oh, but he was being silly. What was he even thinking, coming to the medicine den in the middle of the night, thinking his friend would be awake, much less willing to accept an idiot like him into his nest. Not with Rookfire there, surely.

Hillstrider sighed, resigning himself to his fate of another lonely night in the warrior's den. Not that it was actually lonely--there were plenty of cats in the den so it was actually quite crowded. But the feeling of a body curled up within his own was something he had missed the last moon or so. Hazelstripe was not inclined to cuddle with him, and Fogwatcher seemed to prefer to be on his own right now, which Hillstrider understood.

... no, he really didn't understand. Hillstrider thrived on contact, both emotionally and physically. When he didn't have it, his usually speedy brain went three times as fast, only to tumble over itself and throw him to a lurching halt that had his heart pounding and panic rising. It was totally not freaking tubular!!!!! Hillstrider clicked his tongue, having made up his mind. He would just go back to sleep. Surely he'd feel better in the morning!! He'd be all sunshiny again. The Hillstrider that cats actually liked (did anyone actually like him?) would be up and at 'em and ready to rock and roll!!!!

[elio]

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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

❦ The fiery alertness of adrenaline coursed through the lanky tabbies small frame as a looming shadow crossed in pacing crisscrosses across the moonlit interior of the medicine cats dens, the midnight zephyrs that carried the promise of colder weather blew the lurkers scent unbeneficially away from the medicine cats den and instead towards the vast expanse of the now shadow infested world beyond the camp walls. As if the shadows itself had come to life it seems to be trapped within a internal tête-à-tête, a danse macabre between its altered reality and the very flesh and bone that caged it to the living, breathing body it seemed to tug against, the shape grew darker and defined as the whisper soft thud of pawfalls seemed to mock the quickening of his heart that filled his angular ears with ocean static and sent his pelt prickling, starry mind reeled but body went on the defensive as he unknitted his own limbs from the jumble of Rookfire’s dark muscled limbs within his nest, a small pang of nostalgia tugged at his heartstrings, the thought of Fogwatcher whom had once shared that very nest spot but no longer seemed to care for the healer or really anything, more lost in a wistful yet empty manner of living.

❦ Mossy hues where opened wide already, senses further hightened but they had never been dulled as he had taken the first watch, savouring the quiet of the star streaked night, of the herb storage while his apprentice slept. Slipping from the mouth of the den his flitting and on edge gaze caught the retreating form of Hillstrider whom seemed to have let the rushing thoughts of inadequacy and… fear… - something lesser but still along those lines - win out as he padded on large paws back to the warriors den, “Hilly dear…?,” a lilting whisper that carried on the breeze, a calling forth as if to dam a swelling ocean of tempestuous emotions, a question into the night at the honeyed ginger form of the tom that seems to be a sunny blip in the cleaning which seemed to be swelling and closing in as the darkness gnawed and clawed in a battle against any small filtered glints of moonlight that slipped through, ”did you need something,” the tom curled in the roots of his den, his posture open in an allowance and welcoming for the tom to join him if he pleased.

{ @Mica ~ Hillstrider // I think this all makes sense… hopefully }

[Mica]

Hillstrider
ShadowClan Warrior
he/him | 24 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
Purrks: Heightened Perception (Hearing)
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Sun ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Mossfreckle - @elio ]
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The soft voice carried on sweet wind halted Hillstrider in his steps, tail raising and ears perking despite himself. He turned slowly, as if Mossfreckle would run away should he move too fast. The herbalist watched him with surprisingly alert green eyes, scrutinizing Hillstrider, who was standing there like an idiot. The familiar nickname warmed his chilled pelt, and without thinking he was crossing the distance between them, pausing just before the roots that Mossfreckle was curled up in. His yellow eyes flicked to the medicine den entrance, then back to Mossfreckle. "Are you sure my dude? I don't think Rookfire likes it much when I hang around you." His voice held no accusations, just the observations of a cat who was suddenly overcome with insecurity. This lockdown was really getting the best of him, eh?

The rift between the polycule was growing ever wider, and while Hillstrider might not have fully understood everyone's relationships with each other, he knew that they had once made each other very happy. At least he thought so...? Jerking from his contemplative state, Hillstrider looked at Mossfreckle's eyes again. "By the way, I think Fogwatcher could use some Mossfreckle time, my dude. He's been all down in the dumps recently." He offered a sweet smile, rocking slightly on his paws as though he was being tugged towards the awaiting spot next to Mossfreckle. Finally his apprehension fizzled under his sleepiness, the tom stepping into the nest of roots with a huff and settling down around Mossfreckle, tucking his head over the herbalist's shoulder and wrapping his tail around the oriental's legs. "...thanks, dude. Had trouble sleeping, you know the gist." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly.