Astral dust trickles in starlit rivers from glimmering limbs... decorating a funerary procession that moves in calm quietus in a mournful march. The worn stones are familiar under paws that cannot truly feel them. . .
What a short journey to make-
Her paw-steps still as Robinheart and...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✦.˚✧Like a mountain bending down to meet a small river, she cuts through his coat like a thousand years of stubborn erosion. He stinks of his efforts... of his work.. long curls tangle in on themselves and it is a web of his turmoil. His feelings about his heritage... what kin...
✧˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✧˚✧.˚✧For the best.
That was what it was all about. What everything was for. Every breath taken, every move made. Every swing of claws, racing of paws over the open fields, the nights spent keeling over in the medicine den waiting to have salves run over stinging wounds. Whatever...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧"Hmm..." she hums softly, something like an acknowledgement or an amusement. "Maybe... soon... I miss hunting..." Every faith... every positive affirmation might ensure the reality she wants. Maybe StarClan will hear it and cement it in their grand design. The rough...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✧˚✧.˚✧Tiny blossoms grown strong and sturdy through every spring breeze they stand against. A beacon for new beginnings, bouncing around the open space like it was made for them to romp in. In a way... was that so wrong? Blood had been spilled on these dusty shores for their...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✧˚✧.˚✧It's a cold comfort that she knows... that as much as she'd tried to keep it quiet, keep it concealed, there was always that little scope of StarClan's gaze still watching. Still knowing. Still sowing the information where it might best be kept tucked away. A nagging...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✧˚✧.˚✧Halo forms into soft edges and sundrop eyes rip away from the sun's center. A familiar shape of a clouds draped in heavenly light, star-dusted waterlines that droop towards a knowing sadness. A lack of willigness to see more suffering endured. Fragments of sapphire skim the...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✧˚✧.˚✧Throat bound in tightening webs of spring-sickness stuttering under heavy breaths to try to break through. A fluttering of a bird-breasted hoping that one more attempt might unwind the coils, might release the tension of exhausted lung- like wing-beats of a frantic bird...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧His voice calls like a fledging perched outside its nest... a small bid for reassurance from the full-plumaged pride of their parents. Do I jump to that branch? Can I really fly? Will you catch me if I fall? Like ice melting into water, pools of sapphire soften in...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧Her confidence had a penchant to waver like the reeds... bending to the slightest wind of thought that might overtake it. It's certainly not something she learned from the lynx point... (or had she... in the leaf-bare of her greatest mistakes, caught the anxiety and fear...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧They are not vultures... come to pick the spaces between her ribs clean, but their circling does leave an uncomfortable chill nestled in her spine. Too much concern... or maybe just the attention of a moment of a weakness at all, it gnaws at something raw; pride? Knowing...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧Lashes of willow leaves rustle against each other under the heady spring breeze... pollen dust, soft showers, petals unfurling to embrace the sun. There are blooms, that tuck themselves along the spindling branches where the harsh winds have forced them to travel great...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧It was giving up a little bit more of herself than she expected to... to approach this subject so directly and so openly. Motherhood had been the softening agent needed to crack hard-shelled heart... or maybe leadership had demanded a tearing down of walls so that all of...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✧˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧Organizing them no longer fell on her shoulders... Snakeblink and Hazecloud had been ever diligent in their roles as deputy, delegating tasks so she might not have one more thing to fuss over. They were both equally nervy now more than ever, what with the haunting losses of...
✦˚.✧˚✧˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✧.˚✧Justice felt fleeting.
Even in the good graces of StarClan they could not help but find woe after woe in the throes of winter's bite. In the rivers where they lived and found their way of living.... it had a nature for taking too. For stealing away young and old alike and...
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