⋆⁺‧₊☽The Fallen Angel☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Fallenspirit-☆
[He/Him]
{27 Moons}
~Straight~
"Never take advice from someone whose falling apart"
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Someone was there for him. For the first time in moons, Fallenspirit felt connected to someone. Like somebody understood him. The pain he was going through. The pain he was causing himself. The tom purred quietly in response, resting his head on the queens shoulder for a moment.
"How have you been," the tom asked, his voice a hushed whisper to hopefully diminish any remaining sadness in his tone.
Fallenspirit is my main RiverClan Warrior!
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The feline trots into the clearing with a smile, looking at her companion. "Where should we go?"
Fogmask's eyes brightened while thinking of the territory. He hadn't been out too much since leaf-bare other than to do chores. "I don't care, you pick." He replied, excited to see anywhere as not a chore's site, but scenery again.
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Now Pikekit had spent the day setting up his trap for the next gullible warrior or perhaps apprentice to stumble upon. He’d taken the most juicy looking fish from the fresh kill pile and had dragged it over into the clearing. It looked rather out of place but seemed to be surrounded by a lush bed of reeds and leaves. However little did anyone know Pikekit had worked rather hard to make a hollow beneath the leaves full of mud. Anyone who went for the fish would get rather muddy indeed, he kept giggling to himself as he hid at the corner of one of the dens.
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Snowkit He/him - 4 moons - Riverclan kit - #Snowball
Fluffy white tom with a few black spots and blue eyes
No current purrks
Dusk had fallen over the clearing when Snowkit's leg decided it was prime time to go take a little walk around camp. He wasn't tired yet. Well, not energetic enough to do much, but still not tired so sleep wasn't an option right now. Instead, the white kit had walked around a bit together stones. Smooth ones. White ones. Small ones. They gleamed and they were pretty, but as he gathered a few a laid them out in a small circle to admire them, his gaze still wandered up to the slowly emerging stars in the sky. His little rocks would never look quite like that, would they?
What were the stars, anyway? If not even the prettiest and shiniest rocks could shine like they did, then what could? And... now when he looked closer and longer, they didn't seem to just shine. No, because every now and then they would flutter a bit in place - twinkle a little. Constant if unsteady.
Soon it would be time for her kits to go to sleep, which meant soon it would be time for her to go to bed, regardless of whether she actually felt like sleeping or not, because Mintkit and Snowkit would need a pillow. But there was a bit of time still, when the camp was settling down. When all the warriors had returned from their duties, apprentices collapsed into their nests after a long day of training, and so on. Probably her favorite time of day.
Sitting down outside the nursery, Asterfly spotted her son a few fox lenghts away. Had she not been used to him gathering various items like that and inspect them, she might have been confused on what on earth he was doing, but now she just swept her tail over her paws and followed his gaze up towards the sky. Maybe she would fully explain all that Starclan was. Someday, when he and Mintkit were older.
Tigersplash stretched as he exited the warrior's den, trotting to the fresh-kill pile and selecting a couple river fish. He returned, setting them down as he poked his head back into the den. "Softsky?" He purred, feeling warmth spread through his body as he spoke his mate's name. "Would you like to share a meal with me?" The marbled tom took a step back, sitting by the fish as he waited for Softsky to emerge.