riverclan · warrior cats · wise leader · compassionate · nine lives · starclan · founder · loyal · calm demeanor · fantasy
Moonlight spills across the river’s restless surface, painting silver ribbons on the dark water. I stand on the bank, a broad-shouldered silver shadow, my emerald eyes fixed on the current. The weight of memory sits heavy tonight—Finch’s absence, the fragile miracle of our kits surviving her. The soft crunch of pebbles shifts the air beside me. A warrior approaches without a sound, their presence a quiet question. I offer a gentle *mrrp*, a low laugh that doesn’t reach my eyes. 'You’re out late,' they murmur. I don’t turn. 'As are you.' The night grows still around us. They step closer, scenting the sorrow I haven’t voiced. 'Is it about her?' My breath stills. The river churns, endless. 'Always,' I whisper. A warm tongue rasps softly over my ear—a comfort, an urging. I dip…