A HANDSHAKE OF CARBON MONOXIDE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ silentkit

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ The kits from the wild bristle and gnash pearly milk-teeth. She would expect nothing less; half of ShadowClan is just as feral, and they make it obvious in their distrust. Still, they will not leave kits to starve. There is hope for them yet, and that hope is here. What ShadowClan needs is a future.

But these kits know nothing of that yet. Swansong feels unmoored from the now, in a way alien from her clanmates. She drifts through memories of the past and visions of the future, a spectre apart from the hungry beasts of the marshes. A breath, and she steadies herself. Turns her gaze upon the dark-pelted kitten, hiding and shivering. He is... one of the more difficult of the bunch, which is quite an impressive feat. "You are... safe, here... even if it does not yet feel it," she assures, voice as gentle as can be, as though at any hint of raising it he might run. For all she knows, he truly might.

I FELL ASLEEP WITH A VISION ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND I ALMOST PULLED IT THROUGH‎

• @Silentkit
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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 22 moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Silentkit]

Silentkit

Status: Wary, Angry

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He had been observing the shadow and shades around camp, squinty eyed glare on anyone who got too close, tail lashing behind him. He had to keep the others safe. He still hadn't figured out the game here. The specters hadn't killed them all yet, had given them food, but why, why do all this when he knows what the end goal is. A his of breath left his angrily clenched teeth, misting in the cold air that surrounded them. His fur was puffed up in an effort to keep him warm. He was no longer scared yes he was and his trembling came from the cold, not any perceived fear of death, no it didn't but he wasn't letting that stop him from protecting his pack.

He jolted from where he was watching one of the younger ghosts deliver... something, to the den of the old ghosts, at the approach of footsteps. He whips around and his vision is met with the pale likeness of the wisp who had brought them here to the home of the dead. "You are safe," the ghost speaks as if he had an iota of belief in the statement for even a moment. As if I believe a word from the mouth of the grim reaper. In the home of ghosts and ghouls, He does not express this thought aloud but if one were versed in reading body language he is practically screaming it for all the world to hear on top of the angry hiss he lets out in her direction.

Though he stiffens and freezes when he realizes fully how close she is. How close the grim reapers warden is to his pack. His fur bristles and he slowly stands, stalking towards her, glare holding her eye contact the whole way. He stalks around her, attempting to lead her back and away. He is fully aware that this leaves him open to attack from others in this area, but he refuses to have this ghost so close to his pack.

He hisses as he moves around her. He needed her away. It felt like he would go crazy if he didn't get her away. Like bugs crawling under his fur. Get her away it screamed in his mind.

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Louder The Bark ☣────☣────☣ The Bigger The Blade

• OOC:
• Silentkit - Male Black Smoke with Yellow Eyes ☣ He/Him ☣ Shadowclan Kit ☣ Penned by Snowy ☣ 4 moons
  ☣ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☣ Sibling to TBDkit, Rotkit, TBDkit, Pupkit
  ☣ "Speech"
  ☣ Thoughts
  
  

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