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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]It was the dead of night, and a bird had landed right in front of him.


    He didn’t do much night hunting; though Minkpaw had died nearly half a moon ago, thoughts of coyotes lurked at the back of his mind, and there were always other threats to worry about. Foxes – the one Cherrypaw had found wasn’t necessarily the only one on SkyClan’s territory, they’d already seen the injured one a few days back. Badgers – not hibernating and nocturnal. BloodClanners – a danger regardless of season and where the sun stood in the sky. Even for someone who could see perfectly fine after sundown, something about nighttime just felt risky. Funny, seeing as he’d been named for it.


    On a whim, he’d decided to leave the camp tonight – alone, because, while he knew the possibility that something could go wrong, he didn’t want to wake anyone up, and he wasn’t planning on going far, anyway. Nightstream couldn’t believe his luck. He sank down, ears falling back. It'd be hard for him to hide if he came back to the camp with prey, but he hadn't caught much of anything during the evening patrol, he had to make up for it somehow.


    Crack.


    Startled by the sound, Nightstream jumped; the bird was off like a shot, wings flapping wildly. He sprang forward in an attempt to bat it down, but the bird dodged his paws and disappeared into the night without leaving so much as a feather behind. "Mouse-dung." He looked around to find what had spoiled his hunt. A thin branch was under his oversized paws, not quite broken. "Mouse-dung," he repeated, addressing the stick this time.


    [spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ witnessed minkpaw's death [12/6]
    ★ participated in attempt to remove thornfang [12/9]


    GENERAL: there's an old voice in my head that's
    ★ nightstream | cisgender male [he/him]
    ★ sixteen moons | july 23 | ages real-time
    ★ warrior of traditional skyclan | skyclan-born
    ★ average hunter | average fighter | skilled swimmer


    NOTES: holding me back, well, tell her that i miss
    ★ tends to distrust or underestimate half-clan cats
    ★ touchy about family due to losing his brother
    ★ harboring a slight grudge against bloodclan


    APPEARANCE: our little talks; soon it will be over
    ★ MAINE COON MIX [ref] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
    ★ longhaired | black solid | bright yellow eyes
    ★ large, bulky | water-resistant fur | no markings
    ★ deep, jagged scar cutting across chest
    — current injuries: none


    PERSONALITY: and buried with our past; we used
    ★ curious, honest, laid-back, observant, practical
    ★ competitive, easily distracted, forgetful, trusting
    ★ reckless, stubborn, unreliable, willfully ignorant
    ★ all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: to play outside when we were
    ★ npc x npc | gen 1 | brother of hornetswarm
    ★ single | crushing on n/a | asexual
    ★ mentoring n/a | open to an apprentice
    ★ former apprentice of foxdancer


    INTERACTION: young and full of life and full of love
    ★ attack in bolded lavender
    ★ physically medium easy | mentally easy
    ★ little battle experience | tries to finish fights
    ★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

    She was slowly regaining her ability to do things, mostly after she had helped save littlebloom not to long ago. After that day? Foxy regained some of her normal grace which she intend to use in catching some prey.


    Dancer had been a bit of a night owl ever since she was young, it was how she developed a taste for bats instead of normal things like some bird species. Although? StoneJaw and SootStorm were likely the only cats who knew that the flying rodents were a delicacy to the young warrior, since she did not exactly broadcast it for all of star clan to hear. FoxDancer padded along the forest, glad she had never taken MinkPaw on her late night solo outings or those too would be an unsafe place for the warrior. Even if she was slowly getting a little bit better? Nothing could take away the emotional damage she had been dealt, it wasn't going to heal up over night and it would be difficult to get to recovery. Even if she healed? There was the risk of relapse and the fact she might not ever fully heal. At least the process had started.


    "Mouse Brain." after all his mouse dung comments? The slightly fallen chime of his mentors voice rung out, almost on cue as if she witnessed him fail, which she did. Foxy knew she trained him better than that! Yet neither of them could admit to being on top of there game, so her lavender gaze softened slightly as she cleared the distance between them. "Something on your brain?" her voice had not been flames like it used to and even now her tone was gentler than it really should be despite her scolding.