- Jul 15, 2023
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Dry blood and sickly fog still felt stuck in her nose. Starlingheart, wide-eyed and turned between relief and her own toiling suffering from it all. Granitepelt was dead, the shadows bogeyman and moorland terror had finally fallen. It doesn't feel real, though. It doesn't cause the change she had anticipated to feel, she imagined it feeling far more grand. As though she had climbed the top of the sycamore and pushed him from the heights herself.
He died of infection, alongside the only cat in the entire forest that was the closest to sharing his heart. It was not a vengeful death, it was hardly the slow suffering she saw him fit for. He could have suffered the infection for weeks and it would not be long enough, painful enough.
Lilacfur had sat near the Thunderpath that split between ShadowClan and WindClan, a short moment to herself before returning to her patrol. The scent of ash was still heavy over the breeze where gorse and peat once was. Not even the hot, acrid pavement could overpower the devastation of flame. The lead could only simmer as she recalled the night of the Gathering, Wolfsong's voice like ichor in her heart. How the stars rumbled the moment justice was given! The lamenting of her Clanmates, but Wolfsong did not speak as a medicine cat in that moment. He taunted as one would in battle, and she treated it as such.
The fur down her spine began to bristle and before the molly could search the cause, impact is made.
Lilacfur tumbled forward and in an attempt to keep her standing, she's lodged her paw between stone. Her body continued to twist and panic inflamed as she felt a crack and burst of pain shot up her shoulder. What had attacked her, she doesn't see right away. There was no predator scent, but something other than Clan.
A moment of recognition flickered in her gaze- that cannot be...
"You're... alive?" A heavy pant exhaled in the effort Lilacfur made trying to dislodge her paw, but every tug makes another spark of painful protest. "Help me, please."
He died of infection, alongside the only cat in the entire forest that was the closest to sharing his heart. It was not a vengeful death, it was hardly the slow suffering she saw him fit for. He could have suffered the infection for weeks and it would not be long enough, painful enough.
Lilacfur had sat near the Thunderpath that split between ShadowClan and WindClan, a short moment to herself before returning to her patrol. The scent of ash was still heavy over the breeze where gorse and peat once was. Not even the hot, acrid pavement could overpower the devastation of flame. The lead could only simmer as she recalled the night of the Gathering, Wolfsong's voice like ichor in her heart. How the stars rumbled the moment justice was given! The lamenting of her Clanmates, but Wolfsong did not speak as a medicine cat in that moment. He taunted as one would in battle, and she treated it as such.
The fur down her spine began to bristle and before the molly could search the cause, impact is made.
Lilacfur tumbled forward and in an attempt to keep her standing, she's lodged her paw between stone. Her body continued to twist and panic inflamed as she felt a crack and burst of pain shot up her shoulder. What had attacked her, she doesn't see right away. There was no predator scent, but something other than Clan.
A moment of recognition flickered in her gaze- that cannot be...
"You're... alive?" A heavy pant exhaled in the effort Lilacfur made trying to dislodge her paw, but every tug makes another spark of painful protest. "Help me, please."
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LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 20 moons, mother to marblekit and sycamorekit
⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn ear and claw marks beside her eye.
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.