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It’s dark.
It’s cold.
Shaggy breaths heave from her slit open throat, the wound that killed her frozen with a stubborn refusal to close. Mist pours out from her nose into the freezing air and green eyes blink rapidly as shock pummels her body.
Vividly she watches her death play out over and over again in her head. Cats she had once ruled over, controlled bared their fangs at her. They unsheathed their claws and attacked her like a pack of rabid dogs. ’I’ll go to the place of no stars! I’ve walked that dark forest many times before.” She hears herself roar, ’I’ll go there… you’ll never be safe from me!’
Wide-eyed she looks up into the sky, past the barren boughs she gazes upon the eternal night sky. Not a star twinkled.
Looking down she scans her surroundings. The roots of the decayed trees curling and spanning out like tendrils as if yearning to reach out and pull the blue she-cat into an even hellish grave. Yet, despite being surrounded by rot the forest seemed more… alive.
The fur along her spine prickles at the sound of heaving, of spluttering, of coughs and groans. The horrid sound of many cats awakening from a deep slumber, an unconscious imprisonment the stars had kept them in.
It’s cold.
Shaggy breaths heave from her slit open throat, the wound that killed her frozen with a stubborn refusal to close. Mist pours out from her nose into the freezing air and green eyes blink rapidly as shock pummels her body.
Vividly she watches her death play out over and over again in her head. Cats she had once ruled over, controlled bared their fangs at her. They unsheathed their claws and attacked her like a pack of rabid dogs. ’I’ll go to the place of no stars! I’ve walked that dark forest many times before.” She hears herself roar, ’I’ll go there… you’ll never be safe from me!’
Wide-eyed she looks up into the sky, past the barren boughs she gazes upon the eternal night sky. Not a star twinkled.
Looking down she scans her surroundings. The roots of the decayed trees curling and spanning out like tendrils as if yearning to reach out and pull the blue she-cat into an even hellish grave. Yet, despite being surrounded by rot the forest seemed more… alive.
The fur along her spine prickles at the sound of heaving, of spluttering, of coughs and groans. The horrid sound of many cats awakening from a deep slumber, an unconscious imprisonment the stars had kept them in.
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Soot․ Sootstar
» Dark Forest Resident †
» She/her ․ Mate toWeaselclaw
» Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes. A black, smoky aura seems follow her.
» "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
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» Excels in quick, short moves.
» Fights to kill and maim
» Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
» May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing