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I need  your love like the flowers need the sun 815  words -- ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 with Robinflight

The voluminous ginger tomcat hadn't entirely felt the same since he'd chosen the new clan, as the majority were warriors, in which he wasn't entirely familiar with. There was apart of him that felt empty, after the disastrous Earthquake which had demolished enough to diminish two out of five clans, shifting them into three. He didn't understand, though he wouldn't the adjustments deter him in the slightest, as StarClan allowed these changes. After a long morning, Flameriver found himself patrolling the borders on his lonesome, not entirely having an intention. He hadn't been conversational with many, considering the unexpected changes which felt as though they happened so quickly, he irrationally made a decision to join MistClan. However, the thoughts Flameriver possessed might not have been so irrational, after all, the Gorge. He couldn't see himself getting too far, as climbing was neutral, but weaker than his strength in leaping, as he wasn't the highest nor farthest jumper. Flameriver steadily paced himself, wandering absentmindedly through the MistClan territory, attempting to learn the new location, as he only maneuvered through minimal since the settlement. Regarding the circumstances, Flameriver was perceiving that he might have been absolutely out of place in MistClan. Despite this, it wasn't that he didn't feel unwelcome, as he felt comfortable with the others, but it wasn't where he was born. 

Flameriver swallowed thickly as he ascended forward, reminding himself, everything happens for a reason. He lived by those words, as he wanted to look at life for the better, and past the barricades that could get in his way. He intentionally avoids anything that should shield him from enjoying life, endeavoring challenges that crossed his way. Pausing in his paw steps, Flameriver glimpsed amidst himself, scrutinizing his surroundings. His crania perked up, auditories forward as he observed the wood path before him, with trees scattered, as well as elongated, substantial branches amongst them. Frigid zephyrs shuddered Flameriver's hefty physique, a huff escaping his nasal passages, "Leafbare is going to be here before I know it, and I'm never prepared." He grumbled, with a lighthearted chuckle following shortly after. 

He identified the few different species of trees, discovering few pine trees, with four other predominant species. Feeling the desiccated vegetation beneath his broad foundations, he shook his cranium, constantly recalling the prior panic when the disaster first happened. It wasn't like a natural disaster was abnormal, but it did an incredible amount of damage. Nothing like he'd seen in his lifetime, until it occurred to him. He smiled warmly, from the rich brown earthen hues of the forest ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the forest is a three dimensional wonderland for his eyes who are willing to absorb the light. He wanted to see his new home for its beauty, desperately wanting to shift his mind, as he had to accept it as it was. There was more to his mentality, the loneliness part. This loneliness is a vice on his heart, squeezing with just enough pressure to be a constant pain. It kills Flameriver every day just a little bit more, taking what was once his inner light and replacing it with a darkness that overshadows each moment. It is the fuel of his nightmares, the reason he struggled to breathe when a new shock comes. Where is the limit? When comes the point at which dogs are called off and the help begins? Because he needed to know; he really needed to know.

Everything will work out. Loneliness sounds like such an easy thing to fix: find a friend, reach out to someone who cares. Every time he attempted to, they recoil, unwilling to offer an olive branch of hope to the social leper, and so his anxiety deepens. There are nights it took a hold of him. All he could do in those long black hours is find an enclosed place to shake until the tears subside and he can focus on the dawn light, breathe, drink water. It isn't simply a lack of company, though that's part of it for sure, it's a black hole that grows more powerful with every social snub. It threatens to swallow every part of him, bad and good, until all that's left is a feline-shaped shell too numb to feel the pain anymore. This feeling he remembered all too well, one he hadn't felt since Newtpaw's death, his brother. He settled down upon his haunches, wondering if this bordering territory actually belonged to MistClan's. He shrugged his shoulders, his nose twitching at an unfamiliar aroma, and yet, the lingering smell appeared to be familiar at the same time. This beheld bewilderment within the massive ginger tom, "Is someone there?" He inquired, for the most part, assuming if someone was there, it would be from the opposing side, meaning GorgeClan.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

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[attr="class","robin-content"]<sub>This was one of the few places that hadn’t physically changed much after the earthquake. It was renamed to represent that in truth, everything about the Clans had changed, but truly, this place didn’t look that much different from when she was an apprentice. The calico molly slipped through the undergrowth, the plants dipping as she held them beneath their paws before releasing them to spring back into position. The soft, pineneedle-strewn path that split pine from oak wound before her green eyes, stretching off into the distance. She noticed the hoofprints from deer imprinted into the soft mud, reminding her of the old name for this place. “The Deer Path”. Now it was simply “The Wood Path”. There was another reason for this name change. “The Deer Path” was a place where countless TreeClan and NightClan warriors fought and died to win this eerie patch of flattened land. TreeClan and NightClan were no more, and “The Wood Path” was simply a place. It had let go of the blood that had once soaked its soil.

Robinflight wasn’t sure what had brought her away from GorgeClan alone. She had told the others she was going hunting, but truly, she just wanted time to think. Time to gaze upon a place that still looked like the home she once knew. But she wasn’t expecting to see another face here. A face she once knew. But this wasn’t the face of a clanmate. Not anymore. Suddenly nervous, she realised she no longer thought of Flameriver as a friend. She thought of him as an enemy warrior. He was a cat that served under Cloverstar, who had been NightClan’s deputy. Her enemy. She ducked into cover, stealthy and silent. Her white-tipped tail stilled behind her the way it did when she was stalking prey. She didn’t know when she had lost trust in the ginger tom, but she knew that she instinctively did not want him to find her here. Her breath misted on the cold air as she peered at him through the grassy stalks, his orange outline sticking out among the dreary marsh pines of MistClan’s side of the path. Her ears swivelled forward as he called out to her. He had heard her, but didn’t identify the source of the sound.

Realising after a few more moments of watching him that he was alone, Robinflight agonised over her choices. Slip away silently, or reveal herself. Finally, after much deliberation, the calico molly slipped out from her cover. “What are you doing here, Flameriver?” She hadn’t intended those words to sound unfriendly, but there was an icy, chill tone of betrayal to them. He had chosen to stand on that side of the border, and in doing so, had left her behind. She hadn’t really thought of it that way before, but it occurred to her that this was how she had felt from the moment they had dissolved into the three reborn Clans. She was angry.</sub>

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Tags: Gemini
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[Gemini]

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[attr="class","hoardtext"]Flameriver swallowed thickly, his mentality crashing down into a boundless ponder of a questionnaire. The tomcat wondered how many lives were demolished due to the detrimental rumble the Earth cultivated. The ginger hadn't been a fanatic of thunderstorms and intolerable, destructive winds, but the Earthquake was brutally forceful and menacing than the other things Nature brought amongst the Clans. Flameriver hadn't lost anyone crucially important, but he did forfeit a friend with his mindless choices. The selection he made might've been unclever and something he has persisted in lamenting since. The friend he'd conceivably failed was anointed as Robinflight, and it wasn't as if they were tremendously close, but there were remorses as their friendship could've blossomed further. The tomcat didn't have any friends left, considering he'd practically left his clan rearwards, almost entirely. Shaking his crania, he attempted to shake those thoughts of what he'd done and press forth with this new lifestyle. Though, it made it highly oppugning when he'd felt encompassed by those who narrowly understood him, if at all. The behemoth sire glimpsed from side to side, scrutinizing as the barren forest wavered in cadence to the frigid wafts conveyed by Leafbare. He loathed the season for everything it harbored.

Despite his sociable demeanor, he hasn't comprehended the whole situation entirely enough to grasp the sentiment of constructing resurrected bonds. The tomcat had been reticent to develop new friends due to the overwhelming loneliness that protruded in his brain due to his repentant decision. He's gone as far as he can on this path alone. Flameriver discovered how to tread independently, carry others, cope with and decrypt his hardships solely. What's vacated is a condition of loneliness that would perhaps require a lover or true friendship to decipher. Sometimes, it's the demand for physical closeness and emotional warmth from a life partner. Occasionally, it's also the demand for a ravishing friendship, whereas stories are narrated and secrets stored. So all he could do was yearn that it would arrive; otherwise, he was at a plateau, neither suffering nor in comfort, a sort of emotional limbo. It was as if there was nothing for him within MistClan, but maybe his overthinking psyche had been holding back instead of accommodating himself candidly. There had been plentiful going on, rebuilding the camp from the settlement feeling downright incorrect. His vibrant apricot-pigmented visionaries scanned the area once more, snapping out those daunting thoughts as he had questioned someone foreign.

After waiting a couple of moments, Flameriver chuckled sheepishly, I mean, how much time does it take to come at me or respond? The tomcat couldn't help but simper crookedly as he awaited the elongated retort. His titian visage hardened in stupefaction as the familiar molly snaked out of the shrubbery, furrowing his brows slightly at her sore vocalizations. She was stone cold. He recalled the damsel as Robinflight, who he'd been friends with, though they were never too close. "What am I doing here? I could ask you the same thing, Robinflight," He retorted, vocals laced with the acquainted malice he received from the opposing warrior. "I'm out here taking a break, I suppose. It's been strange since I've made such a horrible decision. I'm a mouse-brain." Flameriver's gaze softened slightly, though he was aware Robinflight appeared utterly angered. Was she infuriated with him? The sire was anguished to comprehend the circumstances. "Well...What about you, Robinflight? What's your take?" He inquired, unleashing intentional venom in his voice. He was enraged with himself, and now he was taking that out on her, although he certainly shouldn't.

[attr="class","hoardinfo1"]♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

[attr="class","hoardinfo2"]595 words

[attr="class","hoardinfo3"]Angry kitties. Also, new template even though I might let Greencough take 'em.

MADE BYJOY

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[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

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[attr="class","robin-content"]<sub>Robinflight found herself struggling to read his expression. She noticed the ginger tom’s throat bob, as though he was faced with a fox and not a former clanmate. This nervousness only served to make her offence blaze brighter in her eyes. Before her was a cat who dared stray so close to the edge of their forest, at this place where so many battles had been fought between the cats he had chosen and those he left behind. How could he bear to serve under Cloverstar, a former NightClan cat, with evil running through her blood as thickly as it had within the leader she had succeeded? The earthquake that had robbed so many lives hadn’t taken any more of her kin, but the fact that it could have had solidified her paws even more strongly to what little forest remained. What had brought Flameriver so far from his roots? Was he afraid to look at the territory he had once known, now reshaped by forces beyond his control? She waited for his excuses, no doubt pitiful in the face of the conviction and loyalty she felt towards the newly founded GorgeClan. Clearly, there was a lot about Flameriver she didn’t know.

Flameriver looked around once again, this time directing his eyes back towards the marshy pines that marked MistClan’s territory. This confused Robinflight. Was he afraid his clanmates would know he was here? Her bristling fur flattened slightly in uncertainty, green eyes scanning his face as though trying to peer behind his gaze and flick through the contents of his mind. Just what was he thinking? A blend of distrust and uncertainty prickled under her pelt all the way down to her white toes.

To her disbelief, a chuckle rose up from Flameriver’s maw. Her frown deepened, ears lowering even flatter to her calico head. “I don’t find this very funny.” She commented dryly, her white whiskers twitching with annoyance. “Trespass is a serious crime.” When he spoke, he sounded as angry with her as she was with him, a defensive sound that grated at her heart. How had it all come to this?

She listened to him with a courtesy she would not have granted any other MistClan cat, recognising in herself that despite her anger, she still saw him as a clanmate deep down in her heart. As “one of us”. He softened as he continued his little rant, his voice sounding a lot more anguished than she expected. She felt her anger deflate slightly, tiredness seeping into her expression that could either mean “I feel sorry for you”, or “I’m too tired to fight anymore”. “You are a mousebrain.” She sighed. “Or fishbrain, if you’re going to start talking like them.” She sat down, looking around at the landscape around them. “My take is that you have to live with your decision, or make a new one. And you’re not living with your decision by pacing around on our border waiting to get found by a GorgeClan patrol.” She looked back at him, ear twitching. “Is that what you’re trying to do? Get in a fight? Get hurt?” She frowned. “Does your leader even know you’re here?” She said the word “leader” with all the derision and malice of a cat who disapproved of the title, or at least the title-bearer.</sub>

Wordcount: 555
Tags: Gemini
Notes: Notes.

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[Gemini]

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[attr="class","hoardtext"]The ginger tomcat's apricot visage narrowed in thought, brows furrowing in shame as his heart suffered a wrenching discomfort. It was as though an enemy had raked their fatally sharp talons down his chest, blood trickling, burning him from the inside out. There was another silence between them as the damsel scrutinized him with intense, smoldering eyes. She appeared infuriated and betrayed, and he understood why. It wasn't a challenging concept to grasp, and it wasn't necessary to act dense. There were a few reasons Flameriver had veered toward MistClan: his step-father convinced his mother to choose MistClan, and he decided to follow his family. Flameriver never meandered from his family, as he vowed to defend them when his father had perished. No matter their decisions, his love for his family would never diminish, feeling that Robinflight had zero privilege to conclude anything in Flameriver's mind. "Robinflight, I followed my family. I regret it, but I promised my father I'd protect them. Please be considerate." He spoke, a scowl twisting his countenance as he monitored the mademoiselle's facial expressions.

He believed he belonged with Roblinflight, back in GorgeClan, with the cats he was born amidst. The bachelor despised his step-father even further for his despicable decisions, vamoosing their originating roots. Flameriver's emotions were churning, followed by the apprehension rising in his abdomen to his chest, hence the tightening sensation. Flameriver was lost in MistClan, incompetent to discover his position as a warrior in the Clan. The overwhelming feeling plummetting Flameriver's stance was loneliness. He was the only beating heart in this lonely woodland, the foremost being of warm blood and flesh. The barricades amidst him were doubtless abode to numerous in the recent history, yet now it was a foreign labyrinth to him. The light fell on the observations that spoke to nobody, oblivious that his audience vanished or that the forest lay silent beneath no paws to save him. It was as if StarClan froze time, removed all the distractions so he could see it for real, see how it was, what it was. And at that moment, all he wished for was another beating heart in this deserted feeling, another being of warm blood and flesh, one more pair of paws to walk next to his, whether it was a friend or lover—someone besides his family to guide him back to his roots.

Desolate and solitary are such very different things, so very, very distinct. Flamriver was lonely with his own family, who were supposed to love him more than any other; subsequently, he was lonely and alone. He assumed that if he compelled himself to embrace the feeling of loneliness, let himself feel the pain full force, and have the courage to ascend and keep proceeding; he would win. Oneself should soon find alone in solitude, and it's alright. There were going to be individuals who harmed and manipulated him to dissipate, such as his step-father, visualizing that he's been vigorous. He wanted to acknowledge life accumulates well. Perhaps, if StarClan senses that one possesses the strength for a good life and opportunities to begin, the rainbow fades in. It's challenging, and it's brutal. "You're right. It's not funny." His vocalizations trailed off, followed by a remote silence. "I shouldn't have come this far, but I wasn't paying much attention. My mind is crowded. I apologize, Robinflight." This time, his voice was softer, guilt yanking at his condolences. He watched as Robinflight's maw departed to speak again, unsure whether she was purely enraged or harbored some concern for his well-being. Flameriver was uncertain of what to think.

"I can take the insults; that's fine, Robinflight," He grumbled, gaze diverting from the opposing warrior. A scoff escaped his mandibles, closing his eyes momentarily as he inhaled, and with a release of his oxygen, his visage reopened. "It's formidable to live with this decision, and believe it or not, I'd rather an Eagle swoop me up than serve MistClan." Flameriver's tail lashed when she spoke on, claws unsheathing as he engraved them into the terrain below his foundations. His mentality was jettisoning and quivering, jostled by many thoughts and emotions, creating little stability. "If I get hurt, I suppose I get hurt, and quite frankly, I don't care if Cloverstar is conscious of this or not. This is not my Clan. My family mistakenly got lost during travel, causing my step-father to convince my family to serve MistClan, who we winded up with. Things transpire out of my control! How can't you recognize this?" His vocalizations rose and fell, tail twitching out of agitation as the fur on his back bristled. He wasn't furious with Robinflight but rather distressed by his current situation.

[attr="class","hoardinfo1"]♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

[attr="class","hoardinfo2"]784 words

[attr="class","hoardinfo3"]Don't mind the length.

MADE BYJOY

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