all i know is what i feel ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ashenfall

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　It is hard to hold onto the thread of connection as siblings grow older. Swansong does all that she can, even as she feels that tether thinning. She knows Ashenfall better than most; her youngest brother, her companion in haunting the graveyard. Their approach is as ghostly as their pale pelt, quiet as it has always been. "Ashenfall," they call out softly. There is something swirling darkly in the mismatched pools of his eyes, they know him well enough to notice.

They tug on the thread with a delicate grip. "You look... troubled, today," they mumur. Soft, imploring. A glance around them, eyes slipping away from whatever lurks in his. They move to stand at his side, tail tapping his flank feather-light in summons. "Come, let us... leave behind the noise of camp, for a moment." She smiles, and her gaze now remains fixed upon the distance. "Perhaps it might help... to clear your head..." To open him up a little, that she may catch his troubles beneath a delicate paw. It worked for Applejaw, it ought to work for him too.

‎‎┌── WE FOUND TWO DEAD SWANS ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND FILLED THEIR BODIES WITH FLOWERS ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG　⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, fourteen moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, 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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[ASHENFALL]

˚₊‧ ⛧ Ashenfall was not a good keeper of his thread, he knew. He felt it tattering with every snide remark that slipped through his teeth and every prickled stare he offered in place of the sleepy grace his sister seemed to have an endless supply of. He cared about his siblings, though. Trusted them more than anyone else, he thought. They knew this, right? Right?

Ashenfall did not sleep well that night. It was becoming something of an annoyance, the nearly seven sunrises' worth of restless nights wearing down on him, made only worse by the terrible monotony of his daily life. Swansong, lethargic and unhurried as they may be, had an uncanny way of seeing into him that creeped him out in a major way, but he found himself feeling grateful for this moment. "If I look like shit, you can just say so, Sissy," he griped as he stood to follow her all the same.

Their padding outside of camp had him feeling sheepish all of a sudden, realizing that his sister was trying to give him room to express his feelings, or whatever had him looking like shit, at least. "It's nothing important, really, it's not anything to get your tail all twisty over," he said, internally trying to identify just what it was that darkened the pit of his stomach. Was it the no one knowing? Was he so gut-wrenchy over something because he carried the sole memory of its existence? It seemed... stupid sounding. At least in his head.

YOULL ASK WHAT CAN I DO? ⭒☽⛧☾⭒ AND THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER

• OOC:
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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw . ashenfall
  — he/him. 15mo warrior of shadowclan. formerly mentored by smogmaw
  — smogmaw x halfshade. littermate to applejaw, swansong & garlicheart. older brother of thornpaw, halfpaw, and laurelpaw
  — a stout, longhaired blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
  — sarcastic, sharp-eyed, sulky, nostalgic, faithful, impulsive, candid, provocative, remorseful
  — "speech", thoughts
  — penned by eezy
  

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