Recent content by FALLOWHEART

Slumbering outside the nursery, a ragged-furred beast lies with fur littered in scars. Slowly, a gaggle of smaller creatures work at it, hiding the tears in its flesh with flowers and collected trinkets. Others simply watch, gathered around the strangely peaceful form of the tattered queen. Its...

The night is long and painful. She remembers it in the splintering of wood between her teeth, the gasping of breath. Her sister's fur presses against her side, and she spits curses nonetheless. Fallowheart is well-accustomed to pain, but not like this. Not when she should be celebrating. Not...

ˏˋ* ⁀➷　Flamestar doesn't understand. Of course she doesn't. She is the one with the power, and a name to her is a matter of ceremony and loyalty. She doesn't understand how it felt, to tear a piece of itself away and take on the name that everyone else thought it should have. To have itself...

ˏˋ* ⁀➷　"Flamestar," Fallowbite greets the leader with a dip of its head. It's more respect than it affords to most, though its snaggletoothed jaw remains set stubbornly. Tufted paws pad across the threshold of the leader's den. She is quick to settle - awkwardly, given the extra weight - and let...

ˏˋ* ⁀➷　Fallowbite has never been particularly hopeful. It has always seen the world as a place of fear and gnashing teeth, something to hold out against and carry on in spite of. Hope was always Braveheart's specialty, laughing brightly in the face of all her wild anger. He'd want her to still...

ˏˋ* ⁀➷　Things had started getting better. She had started hoping, finally let all of Braveheart's hopeful words break down her calloused walls. Then the RiverClanner has sunk terrible claws into his flesh. He should be healing. He should be better. She's recovered from worse - and yet...

ˏˋ* ⁀➷　The easy acceptance Braveheart offers her is routine as the rising sun and just as relieving. A slow exhale leaves her maw, and for once the wild molly is at ease. Her ever-raised hackles lower, and becomes nothing more than she is: tattered and achingly wanting. She lets herself slip...

ˏˋ* ⁀➷　Fallowbite is among the first to meet Lichenstar's waiting ambush, standing beside its leader with a steely glare. She has never hesitated to bare her teeth and unsheathe her claws; there is something relieving now about having a common enemy rather than fighting amongst clanmates. There...

ˏˋ*⁀➷　When Fallowbite's little sibling so boldly declares that it will be crossing the border, she finds her ears perking up in interest. She does not interject, watching the dark feline trot right across the Thunderpath. It's a decent idea, she thinks... Plenty of scent trails end at the...

ˏˋ*⁀➷　Fallowbite crosses over SkyClan's border to hunt for the second time. She spares little thought to the confrontation that had come of her last stealing attempt. They need prey more than anything, and she has never cared for heeding the code. She feels little remorse for the pampered cats...