private a letter to the girl i used to be // starlingheart

WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
TOUCH AND FEEL SOMETHING
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maggotfur 22 moons female she/her shadowclan queen
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In the aftermath of her labour, Maggotfur finds herself spending far to much time in a place with far too many bittersweet memories. The medicine den had once been a place she hadn't minded much - never seeking out starlingheart, but oft visiting Magpiepaw with any excuse she could come up with to spend time with her friend. And when he'd gone, she'd been left bereft - strangely torn between offering help to starlingheart and yet feeling wholly out of place. She is no medicine cat - such a life would never suit her, nor does she wish to even try.

And yet, Starlinghearts presence looms within her life like the sun overhead - always there, day after day. And, if only to herself, the queen must admit that she no longer minds it. It's soothing, being around the battle scarred molly - for all that her paws have woven a path of healing, Maggotfur finds admiration in the fact her coat is not untouched by war.

Pain gnaws at her limbs as she moves, a quiet groan slipping past her lips - she's been assured that this is normal, that she is healing and recovering by the day, and yet she doesn't think she can ever grow used to this discomfort. With kits run of who knows where to play - or, perhaps, cause some trouble that the moly will only congratulate upon their return - she turns gaze instead to aforementioned healer. " Isn't it confusing? Remembering all those leaves, " she certainly never could - stars, she'd forget half her clanmates names if she didn't hear them everyday anyways.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'
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M O N S T E R , - H O W - S H O U L D - I - F E E L - ?
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// @Starlingheart