Recent content by mothmoon

ow ouch my fucking ear!!

( ✧ )this whole ordeal is fantastically annoying. the young warrior tries to hide grimaces of pain as she guides her former mentor across the fields, faithfully following her clan. fogbound cackles under his breath, muttering words mothmoon does not care to listen to. she presses against his...

( ✧ ) she's displeased that she hadn't been there. fogbound has given so much of himself to her, she feels it's only right to give in return, and she hadn't been there! there's a half snarl on the pretty girl's face as she settles beside her former mentor, dark eyes narrowed. she runs a pink...

( ✧ ) the pretty molly's face twists in righteous fury as she rips thriftfeather off of her former mentor, dragging the tomcat to the ground. thorn-sharp claws pierce through golden cream fur, tufts littering the ground as the pair tussle. the tom's weight outdoes her own, and he slightly pins...

( ✧ ) sootstar stalks into camp with bloodlust in her screams and mothmoon makes a choice. her queen snarls blasphemous words, threats spewing from her tongue as easy as snow lands upon the moor. she hasn’t been sane in a long time, hasn’t been blessed by the stars. no frosty ancestors power her...

( ✧ ) bruises litter the pretty molly's frame, clawmarks and bites littering her throat and belly. the ache of the past fight has not abandoned her yet- both physically and mentally, she mourns. her body hurts more than it has in quite some time, and she has not forgiven herself for fleeing...

( ✧ ) eyes of chipped amber blow wide as the molly struggles under her assailant. a last breath of air slips from her lungs, bringing with it the slow, long realization of the beginning of death as oxygen abandons her. mothmoon continues trying to fight, even as black spots dance in front of her...

( ✧ ) would love a personalized prompt for moth if possible!

( ✧ ) when the wind blows low over the prairie, when evening descends and fog creeps across the land, obscuring signs of life, pelts prickle and paws tread carefully along familiar paths. withered grasses sway in the waning light, skeletal branches reaching their twisted limbs towards the...

( ✧ ) with the way windclan is outnumbered, one would imagine fear to be the driving force behind mothmoon's actions. however truthfully, she is rather doubtful the rogues have any ground to stand on. as she bristles beside her former mentor, she itches to spring, dark eyes glimmering with...

( ✧ ) slender paws crunch softly over the dying grasses of the moor as the young molly follows her patrol along the border. her ears flick in silent acknowledgement of the rival clan's patrol, although she stays uncharacteristically quiet as she sidles up to her former mentor's side. fogbound...

( ✧ ) as the sun dips below the horizon, the moor transforms into a realm cloaked in shadow. heather and tall grasses whisper secrets into the cooling evening breeze. the distant call of a solitary curlew echoes across the clear sky as it fades from sapphire to indigo with the fading light...

( ✧ ) her clanmates arrive as she had expected them to, drawn in by the ruckus she had just caused. mothmoon thinks briefly of apologizing for the noise but decides against it. she had been defending her territory- she had every right to make as much noise as she wanted. the she-cat draws her...

( ✧ ) "starclan appears to medicine cats and leaders because they are in charge of guiding the clans. medicine cats can receive advice and leaders receive prophecies. one must be a quite important cat to speak to the stars." the soft vocals ring with rehearsed truth as mothmoon catches wind of...

( ✧ ) a cold breeze ruffles the long grasses of the moor, cloudy sky casting shade across the territory as the woman stalks along the far border of her clan. beyond, a thunderpath sits suspiciously silent for the time of day, and, on the other side, shorter grass trails off into the distance...