backwritten ASKED YOU ONCE & ASKED YOU NICE ♡ LILACFUR


"And, uh... I want to warn you all of the threats we've faced this past moon," Mirepurr is saying, voice wobbly even as they attempt to control it. Their eyes are sharply focused on a specific point in the back of the warriors' den — right between the space of Lilacfur's ears.

It had been an idea that made an awful lot of sense. Smogstar had requested them to attend in their stead... up above the Great Oak, slotted right between just as impressive giants, in the presence of star-blessed leaders. In no world would Mirepurr be able to refuse, but their limbs had shook with nerves the moment they excused themself from his den. Public speaking... arguably not the worst thing by far, especially with some sort of experience gained as a deputy, but they had never been in this position before. Talking on Smogstar's behalf and recalling their Clan's lives since the last full moon; grandiose and not for somebody like Mirepurr.

And thus the idea had been born. Practice makes perfect, does it not? Lilacfur is their victim — unwilling or not, it had not mattered. Mirepurr had inched close enough to her with their requests for their breaths to intertwine and dance between the small distance from one another. Mirepurr can be surprisingly persuasive. Lilacfur had no choice.

Mirepurr has been doing... fine. Satisfactory. They still stammer more than they would like to, but they came far since their first attempt.

Then, they make a mistake; their gaze flits to Lilacfur's, and involuntarily, a smile disrupts the carefully picked out words and structure. "The most dangerous of them all- hide your WindClanners, because Lilacfur is coming for them." Mirepurr's paw raises to swat at the air — a not-so-impressive retelling of Lilacfur's slap a few moons back.


Set about a moon+ ago ...
@lilacfur
 

ShadowClan's leader will not be attending the full moon Gathering, which would be fine under normal circumstances. Normal, such as a leader thats lived to see the title for longer than a pawful of months. Normal, such as their leader not falling ill to a sickness that hasn't seemingly spread to anyone else, who's diagnosis even astounds the skilled paws of her sister.

That's not to worry about right now, though, as she watches Mirepurr struggle through each shaky sentence behind a distance haze of uncertainty. They aren't looking at her, but she can still feel the intensity of their focus through their gaze.

The information was all there, the lilac tortie hadn't said anything wrong but their confidence wavered like a leaf in the wind. "Your ears are down." Lilacfur reminded them softly, lifting a paw to lift each ear to its height, only for them to flatten again as it caused them to stumble. She couldn't help but laugh as they turned her into their report, her tail-tip twitching in amusement.

"Hide your medicine cats! Hide your WindClanners!" She crowed with them, stomping her paws to a drumroll beat. "The marshland madwoman is never satiated, the only thing that could bring her down is..."

The rosette squinted her eye mischievously as she leapt to push Mirepurr down into their nests beneath them. "A good nights sleep. Which a Gathering makes rather difficult, tonight." Sycamorepaw wouldn't let her sleep if she withheld him from going, though, either way she would have a delayed start to her rest.




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  • LILACFUR she/her, 22 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
    lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn left ear, missing her left eye and most fur from a multitude of claw-marked scars
    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.