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It was a rarity to happen upon a Shadowclan cat that wished for Chervilshade to participate in something, let alone leave her to her own devices. At most, cusped palms had been gifted with pitiful stares, rounded as though the reflection of the celestial would have made it all the more palpable...

Chervilshade could not recall the last time she had ever attended the Gathering. It must have happened before, so long ago when breaths taken did not hitch upon a paper-thin throat. And yet, the warrior could hardly remember the details, only the impressions of talkative peers and overwhelming...

"'Sclusive club...?" Fictitious eyebrows furrowed in incertitude more than anything, as though her cadence cracked with such a stranger, ghost of the machine encountering a kink in the cobweb-ridden system. Humor did not often grace Chervilshade, as a woman who often took things much too...

Like a ghost of past misfortunes and sorrows, Chervilshade stood as a reminder of the scourge of sickness, a wraith relapsing upon its place on the cold earth. She had already been born with bird bones and paper-mache skin, so it seemed apt that such a cruel malediction would take root in her...

Chervilshade hardly had the strength to cheer, let alone raise her voice to the sonorous crowd. She was content to leave the talking to the rest of her clanmates. She never found the right words anyhow, as though they all tangled within her throat and blocked even blusters of breath. Still, a...

Forgiveness came easy to Chervilshade, as though her judgment honeyed within a ghostly form, rotting into something sweet and cloying within her ribs. She carried the belief that kindness would always come back to her, like a fly that assuredly came back to the same saccharine. She would always...

The mere thought of being a warrior sent jittering anxiety as waves through Chervilshade's feeble body. She couldn't fathom why Ratbite thought her to be ready to be a full-grown member of the clan, not when her name of kithood still rang persistent upon hesitant tongue. The molly felt almost...

"B-Be careful...! C-Could be dangerous..." Chervilshade's shivering voice sounded, though a curious paw extended to tap one of the strange balls, watching it roll slowly away from her. "S-Should we tell... Chilledstar?"

Chervilshade had simply been minding her own business, her mind's miasma especially strong as of late, like her thoughts had been cast into a fogbound sea with little reprieve. Whenever she tried to hang onto a thought, it slipped out of her claws like transient sands. Whenever she tried to dip...

Dull olive eyes floated onto the somewhat unfamiliar cat, wading through an endless sea of mind's fog until she figured who this was, like soft voices susurrated and tempted her to go down a wrong path. She shook her head, as if to clear away the miasma that had taken root within her mind. It...

Chervilshade [♀] - Warrior - Long-haired dilute tortoiseshell molly with dull, olive eyes. @CHERVILSHADE

"B-Be careful... You could h... hurt someone..." Wavering ghost of a voice sounded behind Flintpaw and Stonekit, and the newly-made warrior approached the twain as though she haunted them, though that was merely how she traversed the world around her. Chervilshade held the tip of feathery tail...

Little Ghost, where are you? Chervilshade flitted through the shadows that lined the margins of Shadowclan's camp, in the same mute manner as she always had, hushed lullaby of pitter-pattering footfall like a hum of drizzle. Dull olives glowed dim in the gloom, though unremarkable in the face...

Username: @tempest Character account: @CHERVILKIT Link to three posts: https://tabbytales.net/threads/shadowclans-2023-fall-prompts.9282/page-2

Chervilkit had never been outside the ivy prison of her beloved home, as though the world only existed upon nebulous mist beyond her vision, catching glimpses of it through errant conversations and sights of reverie through the tangle. Still, the concept didn't feel real. It was like a fantasy...