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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.

Ooc- @SABLESTAR

& 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