#songchaser

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good morning, have a bit of oc from me to you

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last of my loyalclan ocs UwU

Bonus Facts under the cut

softheart was a medicine cat who once dealt with being in love with another cat while training to be a medicine cat. Their heart was broken and Their mentor named Them Softheart to remind them that they hav a heart full of love for everyone but a strong heart theat will find their footing and move on. a name made to remind them they are a strong medicine cat who has passion for their work. ThumpBranch was a kittypet who was abused by his owner and ran from home. Found hurt by Loyalclan cats he was Healed by Softheart. later became a medicine cat. He is a good medicine cat who loves his life but knows theres some who doubt his ability to be a medicine cat because thinking being raised a kittypet would waver his faith.  Skyleak is a older queen with kids almost to the age of being apprenticed. She was the one to mostly watch over Eveningkit when she was brought in.  Hummeadow is the first of her siblings to have kids and has named all of them after late family members.  Songchaser was best friends with Mutestar when she was a warrior. When Mutestar was picking a deputy she had originally when with Songchaser but she turned down the position. 

[sir-tara-harkon]

Brannagh rolled over with a sigh and shook her husband awake. The Faerie King grumbled and tried to burrow back against her. "Get up, Puck. Your son is going to be here in five minutes with a screaming toddler, and I think he'd rather you have pants on." "Wait...what?" "I'm going to go put on the tea." "You didn't explain what's-" But she was already gone to go get things ready for the impromptu visit.

By the time Puck made it into the kitchen, Tiernan was already there with baby Ada on his lap, screaming loud enough that all Arcadia could probably hear her. "-in the morning, but I didn't have any other option. She's been screaming for the last 3 hours and Clara finally had to go recharge. We tried everything we could think of." Brannagh set a mug of tea in front of their son and scooped up her granddaughter, looking the girl over. "Has she been in your workshop at all?" "A bit, but she has a playpen and I make sure she can't get near anything." Brannagh nodded, doing a quick check of the little girl's diaper and then running a finger along her gums to check for teeth coming in. "Do you have any projects going on that involve magnets." "One, but I made sure that-." Tiernan stopped, looking at his daughter as she fell asleep in Brannagh's arms. "I didn't think any of her components could be magnetically disrupted... Clara's can't be... and I thought..." He buried his head in his hands, exhaustion and guilt clear in his slumped shoulders. Puck put an arm around him. "Come on, Tiernan, it's alright. No harm done. She can sleep here tonight and we'll mind her while you get that thing moved or shielded or something. Drink your tea."

[sir-tara-harkon]

"Has he been seen?" Bananach's voice was quiet, full of a tender care that many found to be uncharacteristic of her. The Bright Lady only shook her head. "Not since..." Bananach nodded slowly. "I'm going to speak with Mother. Will you come with me?" "Of course!"

Dagda did not sleep. He did not eat. He did nothing but sit at the base of Her tree in his grove. He wished many times in those long days that he was not a Fae, that he was falliable and could join her. He could sense her spirit stirring in the tree, but she was not ready to speak, not ready to move on, not ready to heal. Days blurred into each other, an endless dance of sun and moon and darkness. Then, he heard it. "Dagda, love, what are you doing?" "Sadb?" His voice was hoarse and choked. "My poor love...I fell, didn't I?" "You...you did." He could almost feel her arms around him from behind, could feel her warmth and her smile. "I never did listen to you enough." Phantom lips brushed his cheek. "I...Sadb...I...I'm sorry." "For what?" "For Death." That set her back and she went silent for a moment. Then she surged back, just as strong as ever. "Don't you dare. You and I both know what the world would be like without death. You showed me. You showed me so many things." Her tone went from admonishing to tender again. "Dagda, promise me you'll take care of yourself. Promise me you'll keep living?" He was quiet for a long time. "I'll try." "And that's all I can ask."

“Mother.” The Dark Queen of Arcadia bowed low, but she didn’t smile in the presence of her mother this time. The Bright Queen stood beside her, one of Bananach’s hands held tightly in her own. “Greetings, Mother.” “My dear girls. This is about young Dagda…isn’t it?” Sorkha started to speak, but Bananach cut her twin off. “He’s lost and alone, even with his twin. Give him something, Mother, before we lose them both.” Kaila nodded slowly. “What do you propose, daughters?”

He was seen then, once or twice, but never for long. No one pushed him too hard, knowing he was still mourning. Only Herne tried to pull him, one twin needing the other. Then, one day, Dagda stepped out of the grove with a smile on his face and went straight to his brother's pack. "I don't know how she did it, Herne. I don't know how...but..." He shifted the blanket slightly on the bundle swaddled in his arms and Herne's eyes widened in surprise. A sweet baby girl slept there, with curly brown hair and the beginnings of tiny antlers just barely starting to grow. "Brother! That's amazing! That's wonderful!" Dagda smiled with a paternal pride and then for just a moment, his eyes flickered to sadness. "She has her mother's eyes." And then, after a moment. "Sadb has named her Brighid."

[sir-tara-harkon]

“Emma, dear, can we talk about this?” “We can, after we’re both back on the ground. Now, come on. You’re the emergency landing system.” Emma gave him a big smile and stretched, checking over her winged suit one more time. It was built so there were enchanted strips of cloth, similar to a parachute, between the arms and legs. “Are you sure this is ready to test?” He looked so worried, almost scared. It was cute. Emma kissed his nose. “It’ll be fine. Now come on, I want to fly.”

[sir-tara-harkon]

He felt the sword cutting through her flesh and in some part of his mind he could hear their son screaming. The girl was wrestled to the ground, but by now she was sobbing. Mind control. A spell to make her kill her mother. If it had been any other way, he would be wearing the girl’s skin. It was as though that thought was the first clue of the changes that had taken place when blue blood spilled to the ground in a place that had never seen death, let alone murder. When he stood, blackness filled him. A darkness that he could only just barely contain. Turning to the Lord Tactician, he growled. “Has everyone come in?” “They have, my king.” “Guide Artyr well. I…I expect he will be a fine king one day.” Nuada was stunned for a moment before he grabbed Puck’s arm. “Where are you going?” Puck wrenched free of his grip and gestured down at himself, at the blackness of his hair and the strange new clothing he wore. Even his eyes, once brightly green, had gone dark in his grief. “Arcadia does not deserve this. I’m not abandoning you, or them. Never fear that. I will ensure that no one dies at the hands of the humans ever again.” No one stopped him as he stepped through the gateway and into the mortal world.

Puck gripped the air, feeling this effort burning through him. He would keep them safe. He would protect them all. No human nor dragon would ever take any of the lives of his people ever again. Darkness suffused the air and slowly, painfully slowly, the passageway closed until he felt only the barest tingle of his connection to the lands of Arcadia. He would leave that. Just enough to open the way again should he ever need to. Just enough to keep feeling the pain of her absence.

“Mama! Mama! I can hear the hill singing again!” The human woman looked frantically in the direction of the hill of Tara and pulled her daughter into the house. “Don’t listen. Whatever you do, don’t listen to it. And whatever you do, never go up there no matter whether it’s singing or not, girl.” “I won’t, Mama, I won’t, I promise.”

“There’s a monster up there, you know.” “Liar.” “There is. It’s a horrible monster, all teeth and red eyes and claws. It eats humans when they come near and sometimes it goes hunting for babies.” “That’s not true, its just an old story.” “Then why don’t you go up the hill, huh?” The boys looked up towards the hill of Tara and blanched. They could hear it howling.

[sir-tara-harkon]

Emma was alone. The front had her dragon, gone away to protect his sister's people from the Kaiser's army. It was a quiet night but she couldn't sleep. The shadows haunted her mind, coupled with the smell of blood. Normally those things didn't bother her. But tonight they did. Tonight, she stared out the window at the stars and thought, for the first time in centuries, about going home. Her stomach lurched again and she winced. It was the other reason she hadn't been able to sleep. These past weeks, she'd be unbearably sick. A wisp of a thought flickered through her mind and she put the kettle on. Reaching up into the cabinets, she pulled down the ginger tea and set about getting her mother's attention. If what she thought was happening was happening, the Lady Seer would know.

[sir-tara-harkon]

Dagda looked up when he heard the footsteps entering his grove and he knew. He'd felt it before that, felt the subtle shift in powers, felt the loosing and the feeling of familiarity. They had all felt that power course through the land, a drum in counterpoint to all others. Oh yes, there was no doubt. And when he looked up to see the young man making his way through the trees, his eyes ablaze with warring emotions, all doubt was gone. "Young Prince, so the rumors of your return were true." "They were, Lord Dagda. And...I think I have more news for you...but..." "But you are not sure if you should speak of it, because you are not sure." "No...not exactly. I know what I felt. She's...she's the Seer." Puck paused for a moment and Dagda did his best to conceal the emotions welling up in him. "But, that's not it. Its..." He gestured towards his chest. "Its a soulbond, but I think...I think she's...I don't know...I don't know if she feels it, or understands or...she's human...and...I'm not sure if I can...you know...not...um..." "Come, sit. Let me see if I understand. You found your soulbonded and you felt..." It was only the briefest pause, but it was full of pain. "Brighid's power in her. And you are worried because she is human and may not understand, but also because you think you cannot separate her and Brighid in your mind." Puck nodded silently and Dagda put an arm around the Prince's shoulder for a moment, hugging him briefly. "Then you made a wise choice in coming to see me, my Prince." Dagda had never been so glad before that as a son of the Dark, he could do things many of his breathren could not. Even if there was a chance the Prince would catch him at it, he was able to lie outright. "The power does not dwell there. It is a potential future. This mortal you are tied to, she is not my daughter. You need not worry about confusing them." Puck smiled a little and then looked down. "Sorry...I know I shouldn't be relieved, but I am. I'd hate to do that...to treat her like she should remember all of that. But she's not...so...alright." And off the young Prince went, with plans to figure out how to woo his soulbound mortal love, leaving Dagda alone at the base of his own love's tree to take in the joy of the return of his little girl and the sorrow that it had taken this long for the Prince to notice that which Brighid had always known.