Recent content by Frightpaw

*+:｡.｡ Wispy fur dances with the pull of the breeze, willow leaves withering with silvered beauty. It's cold, so patrols have returned sooner than usual - hers being no exception. But she finds herself listless in her newfound spare time. It's cold, without company. Perhaps if she were wiser...

*+:｡.｡ There is a cure for everything - there has to be. Grief claws, desperate and bloodthirsty, using her flesh and bones for purchase in a its feral attempts to stay relevant. She's drowning atop solid earth, each breath manual and empty. She can't handle it. She can't handle losing...

*+:｡.｡ Death, to Frightpaw, felt like a place rather than a state of being. It was a diverting path from her own, trailing away into shadows - into the ground - where she could not follow. Having watched so many cats come and go for so many moons of her life she had long since stopped watching...

*+:｡.｡ Grief is such a...awful emotion. To a girl like Frightpaw who rarely feels much more than amusement and boredom a feeling as strong as depression is positively draining. It's like a thorn stuck between the soft flesh of her toes- the more she tries to bite it free the deeper it seems to...

*+:｡.｡ Frightpaw stares, unblinking, as Grasspaw laughs only to contradict his amusement with an indignant snarl. Shards of moonlight narrow into glinting daggers as he proceeds, lost for words as if Frightpaw is crazy. She decides to respond in kind, baring her teeth in the guise of a smile...

*+:｡.｡ There are so few cats in this world that matter. Frightpaw never considered before how...sad that fact was. Mostly sad for them, of course. To live for so many moons in Frightpaw's presence yet be seen as barely more than a writhing shadow...how tragic. But as the moons wore on...

*+:｡.｡ This patrol is a chore. Still, she sees no reason good enough to protest, especially when this is a patrol fated to be short and sweet. If she did her math right - of which she is certain - Frightpaw believes that by the time they're through here, she'll be arriving home just in time to...

*+:｡.｡ As expected, Splinterpaw is still pathetic. It'll confuse her to no end how this pathetic whelp could ever be related to Rattleheart. She sees none of Windclan's greatest lead warriors in him - what a shame. There is a point there, however, when she notices the way his eyes glow at the...

*+:｡.｡ Frightpaw, much to her dismay, had been carried away by the wave of cats eager to greet the new faces in their new ranks. Not a little miffed, it took Frightpaw far too long to track Brackenscar down - her dream of being the first to greet her friend by her new name was now shattered...

*+:｡.｡ Most clan meetings are exhaustingly boring. On almost every occasion not involving herself as one of the main leads, Frightpaw prefers to listen with a limp ear, either whispering gossipy commentary into her neighbor's ear or simply enjoying a little nap despite the raucous. Today was...

*+:｡.｡ "It's taking you long enough " Frightpaw purrs, listening to the way his voice hums through the frosted quiet. The silence stretches, and for a moment, she wonders if he's fallen back asleep. Frightpaw frowns, studying the pale glow of reflected moonlight off ivory fur, and debates if...

*+:｡.｡ Of everyone in Windclan, Periwinklebreeze was the only life she'd deem worth saving. So you could arguably say she also considered him her favorite. Maybe with Brackenpaw a close second. But truly, no one could compare to Periwinklebreeze - one of Windclan's kindest, most reliable...

*+:｡.｡ After Nighingalecry's death the meaning of family had become diluted to the girl. It was a struggle, looking at all these cats she shared a clan with and knowing none of them would ever come close to being as important to her as her mother had been. Then Rattleheart died...then Deathpaw...

*+:｡.｡ Since Deathpaw's demise, Frightpaw had been thinking. Mostly, replaying Whitepaw-now Marrowpaw - returning home, covered in her sister's blood. She thinks about Nightingalecry revealing that half the "litter" were adopted...about the way Ebonylight looked at those very same kits. She...

*+:｡.｡ As though pulling herself from Brackenpaw's very shadow, Frightpaw would make her presence known with a silky purr. "Wow, congratulations Tigersting! " She approaches the two with ivory teeth displayed in a pleasant grin, moonshining eyes directed, mostly, at Brackenpaw then at her...