Recent content by lilacfur

Mirestar's disappearance had made her stricken with something ugly. Denial, most of all, because she knew her mate as well as she knew her own mind. They would never have willingly left her or the children they intended to love and raise together. Mirestar wouldn't have abandoned this future...

Kit games have become far more complex and organized than she remembered having, or maybe she just couldn't remember. The nursery wasn't quite this full either, it's inhabitants half of the headcount she had right now. Of course it made for a loud nights, mornings, and days. Just about every...

A sweeping motion of her tail disregarded Mirestar lightly. "Mean? It could be cute." Better than some names her Clanmates chose- Maggot, and Carrion being the first to her mind. But she wouldn't go so far as to dismiss Mirestar's opinion of the suggestion, even if it was half-hearted. They...

Her eye rose to meet Mirestar's pair of seaglass. Names, names- she would get to pick them this time! She settled beside Mirestar more comfortably, leaning shoulder to shoulder as Promisekit arrived with a worthy prized gift. A frog, double-headed and perhaps in another's mind ominous to present...

The cold had left Lilacfur wanting to stay bundled in her nest all morning, huddled close in the mingling of thick fur. Any shift or roll invited a cold chill she wasn't anticipating for at least another moon, but the leaf-fall air lacked mercy as it invited itself into the empty pockets of...

A crowd grew around where the lilac rosette stood with Mirestar standing as a light to gather around. The chill that crept upon their spine cause her tail to fluff and bristle, and she tightly curled it around herself in a small attempt to insulate any remaining warmth. Her eye sought for the...

"Right now? Right now?" The sun had hardly risen above the split horizon, milky light hidden behind thick clouds, trapping it's warmth. Lilacfur blinked away the sleep from her eye as she nudged her paws against Mirestar's shoulder to wake them. If their proxy's mate had come to report, that...

Mirestar's reveal to the Clan had been met on rather expected reactions from her Clanmates. A fretful reveal that what they feared was true, that Smogstar was truly alive. Wayward scents possibly deceptive in some maneuver, but his intentions wholly unknown. StarClan had no guidance to offer in...

Lilacfur hadn't expected that with Mirestar's rapid ascension that their time together could be less frequent than before. As warriors they had more freedom to roam and get distracted, as lead warriors they could do the same if they were a bit more quiet about it. But Mirestar still hadn't named...

ShadowClan's grave may run far greater than any other Clan, she thinks. It had begun with the starvation that led to ShadowClan's formation, followed with the her mothers loyal soldiers. Her own father, dead before she or Starlingheart were even born. Many more victims of ShadowClan's tragedies...

The last time Lilacfur had sparred with Scalejaw had been a perfect break from the tension between the two, and resulted in deserving mortification and forgiveness. Lilacfur still felt the heat of embarrassment every time she remembered the number of thorns pushed into Scalejaw's coat, reckless...

Lilacfur sat with pride among the crowd of her Clanmates, an amber eye resting on each face of the apprentices that would be no longer after this night. It would also be Mirestar's first meeting as their star-crowned leader, and though their mate did not look physically different, she felt...

Lilacfur stood like solid stone beside her Clanmates, shoulders squared and teeth held tight together as she fixed her sights on Mirestar. A fiery anger burned beneath her coat like a fever as they were confronted with the sight of ThunderClan, so many of them oblivious or willfully ignorant to...

"There's still some mushrooms under here. Might be the last we see for a while." Lilacfur ducked her head beneath a rain-sodden branch, fallen long before her paws traversed the marshes, gesturing to the white-capped growth in its shade. There's a strange aura of warmth that permeates from the...

//descriptions of dissociation in the first paragraph <3 "I don't know where I am..." The feeling of floating had ebbed and flowed like the tide. The cool misty waters would prickle beneath her paw pads and the further she leaned away from being awake the further it encroached. Icy tendrils...