Recent content by TWILIGHTFALL

The marshgrass rustles, and a dappled black and white she-cat emerges. Her green eyes are pale and tender as the new growth budding from the earth, from the trees. She walks on silent paws. Starlingheart, lost in her thoughts as she is, would not hear her anyway. The former ShadowClan queen...

A father joins the gathered StarClan cats, and a mother leaves them. The beautiful black and white dappled queen approaches Chilledgaze with a dip of her head. Her death had been before Chilledgaze had been appointed to deputy, but she remembers the dark-pelted feline well. Dutiful, hardworking...

A black and white queen watches Rain bestow his life, her apple-bright green eyes shining with starlight. When the silver tom rejoins their ranks, Twilightfall steps forward, padding towards Howling Wind on light feet. "Howling Wind," she trills, blinking softly at the tabby warrior. "It's been...

CW ; skimmed over mentions of vomiting + death She gives the ivory queen who pads to her side an appreciative smile. "Thank you, Geckoscreech," she murmurs. She and Geckoscreech had known loss together, had perservered together, and she feels love burning in heart heart for the other molly...

Twilightfall is in pain, and the state of Bonejaw's den - her ruined supplies, her stock shredded to nothing - does not register at first. She stares at the molly, who seems to be seeing through her. Grieving still, perhaps, and the black and white queen is sympathetic, but-- But then Bonejaw...

"Just a minute, Sagepaw," she murmurs to the sienna dusted femme before pulling herself away from the rest of ShadowClan's camp. She can't make herself go back out today, not without something, and she doesn't want her apprentice to see her grimacing in pain. There's something twisting her...

Her head is in the clouds, admittedly. She's supposed to be showing Sagepaw stalking techniques, different ones for different types of prey, but her mind is blank. Green eyes catch movement between the fronds surrounding the murky pools, and instead of her huntress' instinct activating, she...

Twilightfall has officially joined the warriors again to mentor young Sagepaw, but she can't help but remain in the nursery at nights and early mornings with Sandylights and the kits. Especially now. After a day of training, she snatches a finch from the freshkill pile and pads to the sad-eyed...

The dappled black and white she-cat looks appreciatively to the lanky blue-eyed apprentice padding at her side. There's a quiet resignation about Sagepaw - nothing of the excitement that she'd anticipated, truly. She reminds him of Ash, the way he'd dreaded hunting practice, had been miserable...

Such grief, ShadowClan has faced. Twilightfall had been content to stay in the nursery, and feels she is needed even more now that Sandra has lost a child and has stopped caring for herself or her surviving kits. But ShadowClan has youth growing into their paws, needing warriors' skills to...

She'd not bothered to go to the Gathering, opting instead to stay with the kits and with Sandra. The loss of Spark-kit has remained with both mothers, and she knows the only way the cinnamon tabby can overcome her grief is to remember she still has three lovely children to care for, and to be...

How long has it been since the war, since her life has fallen apart? It can't have been too long, but Twilight feels she has aged a century. When she gazes into the stagnant, murky pools of water littered throughout ShadowClan's territory, she imagines her reflection to be melting away, silvered...

Like her Clanmates, Twilight does not make a habit of adventuring in the Carrionplace. It's full of dangerous Twoleg objects, of vicious disease-ridden rats, and to her, it stinks like only the dead can. She knows some of her Clanmates don't mind eating here if it means their belly can be full...

The black and white she-cat is roused from her sleep as the sand-colored form nestled beside her shifts in her sleep. Twilight thinks nothing of it, settles back into her stupor. But, soon, Sandra is awake, totally awake, and her voice is a choking cry. "Twi, I think-" And she tries to stand...

Loss still coated the ShadowClan camp like fog. Twilight herself is suppressing, knowing that the longer she lets herself rot, the closer she will be to being an outcast. And this community, this Clan, is all she has left -- if she is exiled for not contributing, she will die. It's a certainty...