Private StarClan Level Of Concern || Flintberry

[Dewshine's icon Dewshine Dewshine]

Come on, come on
We can go away

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Dewshine went to sleep curled up against Copperstorm as she always did, the two of them a tangled mess of limbs and tails that it made it almost impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. She expected to wake to the same walls of the warrior's den as always, giving faint protests when her mate inevitably rose first for his duties as Storm Guard.

Instead she opens her eyes to find herself in Fourtrees. Serene and alight with starlight at her paws. It was a far cry from the last time she'd been there.

"Hello...?" Her voice quivers, sounding more like a kit than a grown warrior as she looks around the clearing. Had she died? Sleepwalked all the way over here? How had she ended up-

The questions die in her mind as movement makes her turn, seeing another cat approach her and briefly Dewshine recoils in disbelief.

"Flint...? Is that really you..?"

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DEWSHINE

✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
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@Flintberry

 

[Flintberry]

Please don't let them see me
Sure there's nothing left to try
I can feel the light shine on my face
Did I disappoint you?
Will they still let me over
If I cross the line?

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What a predicament they had found themselves in, wasn't it? While his paws now walked among the stars, those of his brother and mate still walked below, beneath the ever-watchful, cruel gaze of their father. The thought made his heart ache. So often, he sought his brother. He followed him through the dream-lit forest, only to find himself unable to reach him, as though some unseen force held him back. Guilt. That was the barrier, he knew it well. Copper-- no, Copperstorm now… He had failed to save his brother, and that failure chained him still, festering in his heart. Unless someone helped him break free, it would remain forever. Frustrating. So frustrating.

A soft scoff escaped Flintberry as he padded lightly through the starlit grass, his eyes scanning the open field. Then, at last, a smile touched his muzzle. He had found someone he could reach. " Pan-- I mean, Dewshine now, huh? " he meowed softly, stepping closer until his star-touched nose brushed against hers. " It is good to see you, my friend. I hope Clan life treats you kindly. " he spoke, a purr rumbling through him before he pulled back, studying her with a faint furrow of his brow.

" You look tired… " he murmured, concern warming his starlit gaze. " What aches you...? "

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