Assamssin

"What do you think of the Queen's death? What do you think will change now?" Maplestorm | Brena Chaser Word Count: 415 words The news of the Queen’s death… that had probably been one of the most surprising things to come out of the Deviate attack – especially the fact that she had chosen to forfeit her life to save them from the darkness after having had one paw at their throats for so many years. Still, the question hung in the air… what did he think about her death? Had someone posed this question to him back in Ia, back before she had ordered the execution of the old leaders to stave off rebellion, he would have

The world was always so much clearer from up here. He could see everything that happened on the forest floor below where he was lounging on the tree branch, even if it was pretty calm seeing as it was late into the night. The moon hung brightly, illuminating dappled patches through the trees on Sparrow’s swirling golden pelt. His tail hung over the edge, swinging in slow, arching motions back and forth as his mind wandered from here to there. To the golden paw prints that he’d tried and failed to find the source of, especially to the last attempt he had made. Normally, the prints would just fade away into nothingness and leave hi

Ver'aeth had saved them - at least for the time being, but right now that was enough for Maplestorm. He had focused on checking on all the cats who he had fought with; attention focusing on Two's wounds until he was certain that zey were going to be alright. Only then did he turn his attention to the wounds of Honeyblaze, Hushpaw, and Aspensplash in turn to check them all over as well. Everyone was okay, battered and exhausted, but they would pull through. He would never have forgiven himself if any of them had been lost. "Honey...?" A familiar voice had Maplestorm turning his attention around to the source, eyes widening as he spotted the f