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It turns, a chaines that borders on jerky. Maybe if it had been created with the implication of grace and not stealth, it would feel more like a living soul, but death has robbed it of its ability to mask the emptiness. It stares - unseeing - its eyes focused on a spot somewhere just beyond...

Broken .... down, down, down.... crawling through trees lost and dead and torn asunder, they mirror they mirror they arc and she wanders through with uneasy precision. Forestry was not a skill set it possessed. It hungers here, tethered beneath the earth by blood and bone. Torn apart, torn...

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The snarl froze. Then it began to melt, sloughing away with the gentle murmurings of recognition. It is not sanity that dawns on her - no, Sootstar's dog could never claim peace of mind, even when her master was alive to cull her most unimaginable urges - but a form of contentment. Comfort...

A twig snaps, a singular sound to dispel her daydreams. He is here, most likely to taunt her again with his insane, prattling drawl and stupid threats. A hiss is expelled from her maw, the sort of annoyed spat she reserved only for dimwits and hooligans like him. "Are you happy, fool? We...

CW: HALLUCINATIONS, VIOLENT DEATH, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING. This thread is the culmination of close to ten months of storytelling between Ghostwail and Thriftfeather and will probably touch on most of the topics and themes explored in their story. Reader...

She is sightless, a dog that cannot retrieve for her master without help. It is Thriftfeather now that acts as her tether, his perfect golden dawn scent keeping her tied to the moorlands that she cannot see. They pad along, a matched set by all accounts, always tied inextricably to each other...

The beast does not respond to reason. It snarls again, lunging forward once more to trap its prey between its jaws. A horrible twisting, stalking thing it is, far from the placid-faced warrior that attended so many meetings with nary more than a sniffle or a sigh. It is a monster, a wolf...

"I would tear Gravelsnap in two if I thought him smart enough to encourage any more than a slug." Distaste is evident upon her face, even if her damaged eyes can not burn with the same fire they once did. "From the moment I presented Thriftfeather to WindClan, I assured you that he would be a...

CW: WAR IMAGERY, GORE, SEVERE INJURY/TRAUMA TO EYE, EXPLICIT HARM DONE TO A MINOR. Dead dove, do not eat. Blood splattered against dingy white; the front of Ghostwail's chest, at first clumped together by grime and snow, now matted by way of viscera and slobber. It was freeing to know that...

tags ₊˚✧ ﾟ.The scent of death hung heavy upon the moors. Bodies laid cold in the WindClan camp as the remaining warriors were either too tired or too proud or too angry to move them. Ghostwail found herself among the angry. The traitors had battered her child in their rebellion. Her golden...

"StarClan is nary more than a host of bodies rotting in flesh and memory." Ghostwail's usual drawl is gone, replaced instead by a snapping of teeth. So rare, yet so suited to her ghoulish face. A mask only slightly lifted to reveal nothing more than a dog ready to bite at the slightest nod...

Burning eyes slide from WindClanner to ShadowClanner, the ivory mongrel's gaze observing but never quite landing on any one cat for more than a moment. ShadowClanners were of the lowest echelon of cat to her - a stated enemy of WindClan. Sootstar had made it clear that Chilledstar and their...

It is not easy the hide the pulse of arrogant jealousy that echoes in her chest, rippling down her spine, curling around her blackened heart like a serpent preparing to strike. In practice, Sunstride was a perfectly serviceable warrior. In all aspects of clan life, the golden-furred lead...

"My skin burns under the sun, dog, Sootstar knows that I and others of my complexion hunt beneath the moon." Her face portrays nothing, emotionless as always, though the accusation swirls in her mind. Surely, he knew nothing of certain rendezvouses that she had taken to ensure particular...