you will find moonlit nights strangely empty [ p ]

[finley !!]

cobwebfern

purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
she / they . riverclan
20 moons . missing back leg
tags ; @Mica - eaglepaw
tws for this post: none

cobwebfern's exhaustion was getting the better of her. she had been awake for an awful amount of time- at least three days straight- and she just couldn't fall asleep. she sighed, eyes reflecting the moon as she listened to the rest of the clan softly sleep. eventually, she stumbled into her den and collapsed, three legs splaying out from under her and then unconciously curling up as she fell into a deeper sleep.

[Mica]

Eaglepaw
Outsider
she/her | 12 moons
[Ginger and white tabby with green eyes and a heavily scarred face]
Purrks: Dreamwalker, Herbal Knowledge T2
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It was colder in Nathaniel's den than she remembered. After the fire, Rhiannon and her kittens moved in, which meant the den was a veritable furnace that had Eaglepaw occasionally slipping out of the den to sleep on the bridge under the stars. Leaffall was here, and with it would come the bitter cold that killed herbs and drove prey underground. He was gone again, maybe killed in the fire, maybe snatched by twolegs, or maybe he finally admitted that he was nothing but a worthless coward and fled. So Eaglepaw was alone with Nathaniel and his family, an outsider in a group of outsiders. Occasionally Coconut or Sparrow would visit, but often Eaglepaw was alone with the kittens, entertaining them as they healed from their injuries.

She almost missed RiverClan. Almost.

Maybe that was why she cracked open an eye to see the old apprentice's den in RiverClan. Well that explained the cold. The walls were shattered, fur caught on brambles and waving in the chilled air. Eaglepaw stepped out of her nest, in the corner where she had set it long ago with Mossypaw. Eaglepaw stared down at the moss for several heartbeats, now grown out of the nest both physically and mentally. She scoffed at it, shaking her head and moving towards the exit of the den. The clearing was desolate, so different than the chaos of battle she had left it in. If she focused hard enough, she could see paw-prints scuffling in the dirt, an echo of the battle that had changed her life forever.

Eaglepaw caught sight of herself in a puddle, admiring with a cold gaze her disfigured face. Her scars were stark against her ginger and cream fur, the watery light through a thick layer of clouds blanching her exposed skin a pale pink. Her teeth were bared in a permanent snarl on the left side of her face, scars stretching up towards her eye and over her nose bridge. Her front left leg was twisted with scarring, but had healed significantly better than her face. She scoffed, swiping at the puddle with a cream-colored paw and washing the reflection away.

"Dusklion." Eaglepaw called, irritation clear in her voice. "If you have brought me back to convince me to return to RiverClan, my answer is still no." Wicked claws stained by herbs dug into the sandy earth. Her emerald gaze caught on the entrance to the medicine den, and she couldn't resist the sneer that grew on her heavily scarred maw. She could almost see young Eaglekit, desperate to help, running in and out, lead around on a string like she could actually be useful to the clan.

She hated being here. She hated who she was when she was in RiverClan--a useless kit and then a jaded, paranoid apprentice. She had fallen into darkness under the care of her mentor, emulating his cruelty while simultaneously fearing it. Perhaps it wasn't Fadingsun's fault--she imagined that leadership had corrupted him just as her paranoia corrupted her. But RiverClan was a disease that had taken root in the forest, and Eaglepaw had no interest in being its conduit. So whoever or whatever summoned her here would have a difficult time keeping her here.

But little did she know, she was the one who summoned someone. Someone she hadn't talked to in a long, long time. Someone who previously had thought her dead.