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[Graybird]

I am not your kind and gentle husband

The awkward gait and stumbling were things he expected Magpiepaw to grow out of when he got a little older but it seemed the way the kit walked was just wrong. It made their trek back especially irritating and at one point he turned to scruff his nephew to carry as they got nearer to the thunderpath where the terrain sloped upward in order to get him across safely and not be slowed down much more than they already were. Graybird approached the black stone that reeked of smoke and burning and paused as he glanced side to side, his toes flexed against the earth and he closed his eyes briefly to feel the rumble of an oncoming monster; when nothing registered he bolted across, head tilted up to keep from jostling the tiny medicine cat apprentice too hard. Once they reached the scent border he set the kit down. There was no real reason to cross the thunderpath other than putting more space between him and his clanmates as he approached the marsh and the small section of territory where they both brushes against fourtrees.
"Don't wander." He warned, though given how Magpiepaw clung to his legs he couldn't exactly imagine them roaming around and chasing butterflies right now, still it was worth warning just in case. He never really understood kits, if you asked for a kitsitter in ThunderClan Graybird was last on the list behind letting other kits watch them to be honest and he preferred it that way. He never let himself think of ones of his own someday, didn't want to fill his head with wishful fantasy that would never come to fruition. Glancing down at the black and white scrap of fur between his paws he tried to imagine himself as a father, watching over his own kits, and he leaned down to nudge behind Magpiepaw's ear with his nose in what he hoped was a little more comforting than the indifference he'd given thus far. It didn't seem to still the shaking though.
"Your dad is around here somewhere, just-" As if summoned by his mention he watched the black and white tom appeared through the thick foliage, the apprentice rose to stand and stumble forward in rapid pawsteps to reach his father with a blubbering mewl.

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& I am not the love you knew before.

GRAYBIRD

— Warrior ThunderClan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— SH Gray Tabby with holly green eyes.
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[SABLESTAR]

The morning couldn't arrive soon enough as the night cast over the skies in endless starlight. It had been chaos in all corners and he was more than eager to leave camp in the buzz of gossip when he had. He did not bother listening to their conspiracies and speculations; it was mortifying enough to have bared witnessing. At the very least some sort of outline had traced the night in silver with Asterpaw joining him for a night in ShadowClan, finally feasting on the other half of his world with Magpiepaw serving as a comfort to his mother.

"My boy, come here." Sablestar embraced the apprentice warmly, holding onto him for a moment too long as he sank his nose into the fur of Magpiepaw's scruff. "You're incredibly strong, being so far from home for her." He smiled and nuzzled him once more before looking to his littermate. The tuxedo pulled away from his son to address the warrior more seriously, briefly glancing into the forest behind him.

"Do you expect SkyClan to continue their brutal bloodshed? Or are enough of you convinced public execution is forgivable?" His tone is dry and ignorant of the hypocrisy by his own history. He does question, however, how he expects Juniperstar to prosper within ThunderClan if she continues to crawl beneath them in the word of 'mercy'.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･sixty moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

Magpiepaw has spent much of his new apprenticeship trying to present the maturity befitting his role and disregarding kitten-ish reactions but he can not help but curl meekly into Sablestar seeking comfort with a miserable mewl of discontent as his father pulls him ever tighter into his side. He feels newborn again, a wriggling and useless thing amidst his siblings that would die with the flick of a harsh paw, weak and vulnerable in a way he had not felt since watching Cicadabuzz bleed out alongside the thunderpath. Would he always be witness to death and unable to prevent it, could his paws heal or was he an omen? The apprentice gave a sniveling, shuddering hiccup of a sound, head dipped down into the ShadowClan leader's chest where he refused to lift his head again as the toms lungs rumbled with his questions.

For his part Graybird remained expressionless, holly green eyes darting to the side as he considers the words spat with an almost accusatory manner as if he had not also just had his heart torn asunder.
"SkyClan's leader preaches of a code she herself doesn't follow while calling us all barbaric, there is something deeply wrong with that clan and all of ThunderClan agrees they are to not be so trusted. But having another down in the pit with you does not give you enough to climb out of it." His lips curl and he bares his teeth briefly, if Sablestar wanted to climb out of that hole over the bodies of those tossed in after him then he would need more bodies and far more tenacity than he's willingly shown; whether Graybird liked it or not he has never once raised a paw to Juniperstar even if his love was as toxic as a deathberry and twice as potent. "That aside, I intend to not show a shred of mercy to them myself should our borders cross and I suggest your clan do the same. Juniperstar may sing for peace and think her blood is enough, but it never is...there will never be enough blood."

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I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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[SABLESTAR]

SABLESTAR
he/him
sixty-two moons
shadowclan leader

PENNED BY gonkpilled

Sablestar marked Graybird's undermining with a careless flick of his tail, shrugging his shoulders back. "Why waste the chance to step ahead with where she has fallen. ShadowClan has never been the harrowing threat you try to paint it as, now you have a real enemy. I can imagine some disappointed it doesn't wear my face." Sablestar gently placed a paw over Magpiepaw's head, resting and folding over his ears while he tucked himself closer to the leader. He was quiet for a few seconds while he patted the fuzzy fur between Magpiepaw's ears. Graybird spoke with hate in his voice, the kind wielded toward Sablestar not long ago. It was good to know his littermate turned those emotions towards something more useful instead of wasting it on old rivalries.

"It's already been decided. I held a meeting as soon as we returned home, SkyClan is to be met with the ferocity they have given. They will count themselves lucky there's no shortage here to put a target on them now." It is reassurance, it is a promise. SkyClan blood was free for his warriors to spill, and he would not question the truth if stated necessary. To display such a gruesome execution in front of so many, they will soon be grateful the Clans aren't as lawless as they claim.

"She should know then, once her health has fully returned, that ShadowClan is capable of rallying alongside ThunderClan if necessary. We are all nearly kin, after all." The tuxedo meowed coolly, lifting his paw from the apprentice. He looked down into his son's eyes with a new sense of warmth. But his words are still aimed for Graybird's ears. "We may not have been raised with love, but we were raised to care for one another. No matter how hard it may be. My boys will do just the same, right Magpie?"

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