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Loner
Warrior Mallow Mallowlark |
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Horrifically looming above the rest, Mallowlark's wide, barely-blinking gaze and permanent dog-fanged grin might betray to an onlooker a cat hungry for blood. What doesn't help is the stench of it that clings to him, and a fascination with the morbid and dead. A dark sense of humour bursts often from his grin, awful fates jovially described, the absurdity of violent deaths putting him in gasping stitches. Beneath lies a generous soul desperate for companionship, and too-eager to call most all his friends.
Mallowlark is a warrior of StarClan. Born Mallow to Sunshine and Archie- though his father swiftly ran for the hills, leaving him and his sister to be raised by Sunshine alone, with her sisters' support- he grew up on the moors, an ancestral home. His life was fairly standard for a loner, though as a young adult half of his tail was severed by a fox, leading his balance to settle slightly lopsided.
Though aware of the Pine Colony and the Marsh Colony, Mallow's family wanted little to do with them until newly-christened WindClan decided to settle upon their moors. Unwilling to move from where they had always lived, and stubbornly believing they would get along rather well (and if they did not, well, killing them should be easy), Mallow voted in favour of his family joining WindClan.
Soon christened Mallowlark by Sootstar, he passed the days integrating into Clan life while maintaining his stranger hobbies. He was not well liked and rarely trusted with anything, though he kept his smile all the while. Apathy from his Clanmates regarding where he went led to a chance meeting, and then several arranged meetings, with SkyClan medicine cat Dawnglare. They fell in love, and eventually Mallowlark would move to SkyClan to be with his mate, unwittingly shattering a moons-long friendship in the process. SkyClan was kinder and less bloodthirsty, and Mallowlark was overall happier there, but he was still scorned by his Clanmates for his betrayal of the Code. Often isolated, in Dawnglare's embrace he found comfort but still no completeness. He convinced himself he would only need Dawnglare's sole companionship until the conversation before their deaths on 10.3.2024.
Contents1. Detailed Description
1.1 Scars2. Personality
1.2 Body Language
1.3 Inventory
2.1 Faith3. Interaction
2.2 Quirks
3.1 Skills4. Relationships
3.2 Combat
4.1 Kin5. History
4.2 Other Cats
5.1 Backwritten6. Trivia
5.2 Played
6.1 Playlist7. Gallery
6.2 Theme Weeks -
Mallowlark was a tall, well-built white tom with grey eyes and, most notably, a perpetual grin. Atop his head stood tall ears, reminiscent of ancestry. Owlish eyes were forever dulled grey, stained in wideness and never reached by his too-wide smile; and oh, it was the grin above all else that caught attention. Dressed with impressively sharp fangs and stretched unfalteringly, his unnatural imitation of a winning smile and friendly eye-contact was often what imploded his first impressions. Always looming, he stood on inky-black paws, a stark contrast to the ghostly whiteness of the rest of him- pure snowfall, petering into a half-tail.
As a StarClan spirit, Mallowlark appears largely the same he did in life, though a few stray furs younger- and most notably, the lustre about him is tinged a little bit red, as if kissed by the light of a blood moon.
⤷ technically: longhaired solid black with high white
Scars gained:
- SEVERED TAIL from fox attack as a young adult. Had to relearn balance and thus holds himself strangely.
- TALON-MARK scar on stomach following a hawk attack. Not very deep and only really visible to those who know it's there.
Wolfish and towering, one would not be blamed for finding Mallowlark initially- perhaps eternally- terrifying. He holds himself impossibly sideways, yet somehow tall and upright all at once; often, his head tilts like a dog's, lulled with curiosity. Shadowed paws strike the earth much quieter than one might expect, and often pick an unpredictable path. When his attention is called for, he moves inorganically fast- with the turn of his head, expecting a snap of bone wouldn't be outlandish. Pupils drowned in grey can hold eye contact for an uncommonly long time- many claim they have never seen a blink cross his expression. Panting enthusiasm often runs his voice ragged, lending to a hungry-dog quality. Often does he move his tail expressively, though it is an unnatural-looking twitch due to its severed state.
His expressions- or lack thereof- stand most starkly upon his wraithlike figure. Permanently brandishing a painful-looking grin, a pale (or eye-bleedingly vibrant) imitation of his mother's natural brightness, days when Mallowlark's face twitches are cold days in hell. A staunch belief that a smile can cure all keeps him dressed at all times, no matter the mood, no matter the atmosphere. Teeth are flashed more often than not- only worry stashes canid fangs away. Rarely does this smile reach his eyes, kept as wide as a full moon, a dogged need for eye contact as some magical fix for connection. Even when he laughs, his eyes are still propped open by some haunting force. In times of negative emotion, his smile seizes sharp, jaw tightening- any light in dull eyes fades, and his blinks become even less frequent, though perhaps you might catch the twitch of an eyelid. Said eyes are weathered, a little bloodshot from moons of practiced, permanent roundness. Anger finds him rarely; he stands scarily straight when it does, neck unnaturally hunching, surely wishes for death in his eyes ... but ultimately, through any burst of violence or depravement, one can rely on him always to wear a grin. If he is ever to stop smiling, it can be sure something is lost within him, and there is barely anything keeping him moving.
Inventory
- Various different animal-skulls and bone-fragments deemed interesting looking... often sun-bleached. His stock frequently shifts, for he gives them out often as gifts, out of generosity and a need not to crowd his shared nest.
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Primarily, Mallowlark is desperately and off-puttingly cheerful. Every situation can and will be twisted into something entertaining, even if it is in no way warranted. He is a staunch optimist and utterly convinced that the best way to live is to find a bright side in everything, a reason to smile no matter what. Even at the worst times he will find a way to be content, even to the point of force. An admirable trait, perhaps, if not for his lack of empathy, as well as a tendency to de-personify living things and over-personify the dead and inanimate, lending to an insensitive quality. His sense of humour is often a barrier for anyone to enjoy his company; he is sensationally and famously morbid. He is stubborn in his beliefs about what is funny, what is to be revered and enjoyed, and what is pointless: very little sways him.
These contrasting traits are not at war, however- no, they are harmoniously married to create an outlandishly odd picture. Forever smiling and laughing, a generous nature generally eager for friendship often leads him to give reassurance in ways that clearly only make sense to himself. Every moment, Mallowlark lives without pretence; his filter is nonexistent and he does not tend to dwell very long on emotions, whether his own or those of others, therefore often says whatever he likes upon the first chance given. Incessantly agreeable, convivial, and wanting after companionship, he will often prod at people who have shown open dislike towards him in an attempt to win them over, and will latch onto any tiny show of approval as proof of success.
Ultimately, Mallowlark exudes the energy of a cat impersonating everything that would make someone likeable, yet misses the mark just-slightly often enough to be constantly uncanny. He is too optimistic even in times of unrelenting darkness- too friendly, even to those who disdain him- too disurbingly dark-humoured, rather than simply having an edge. There are few, but some, who see a well-intentioned soul underneath.
Optimistic
Having grown up rather uncritically in the care of a cat who prioritised laughter and fun above all else, Mallowlark naturally developed an optimistic outlook on life. It manifests not simply in the image of his grin. but additionally in the blunt cheeriness of his words; with everything he says, it is clear that Mallowlark always strives to seek a bright side. A smile is contagious, so he's learned- and the best balm, too, for an aching soul. His optimism is therefore not something he keeps to himself. Cheeriness is incessantly spread, and he dredges humour from even the darkest depths in an attempt to befriend others- or if that is too lofty an ask, simply to elicit a laugh from them. He will force himself to grin through even the most horrifying events, wide eyes always searching for something to laugh about.
Morbid & Insensitive
Bluntly put, Mallowlark's sense of humour is horrendously gory. For him, comedy lies in the outlandishly violent- thoughts of a creative death will do nothing but make him cackle. The ideas of being torn apart, flattened, losing several limbs at once or breaking a bone in a twisted, exaggerated way are all so unlikely and so horrifically disturbing that it loops around to being ridiculous, and he has no issue describing these images in detail and breaking down into laughter immediately afterwards. He often makes faux-threats of horrible nature, and his often-bared teeth and hunching vulture posture do not aid the punchline. Prone to making these comments at achingly inappropriate times, his popularity takes a harsh blow.
His hobbies are equally distasteful; he will play games with eaten corpses, will pick apart every piece of prey he eats in search of interesting bones, and has no qualms doing these things in view of anyone squeamish. Often he will leave these bones to whiten in the sun, and will keep them for admiration before handing them out to potential friends.
Agreeable
Ultimately, Mallowlark seeks approval and companionship. His too-wide smile and insistent eye-contact is a mimicry of his mother's pleasant demeanour; having witnessed her popularity and the ease of her conversations throughout her lifetime, he grew to idolise her. A want to befriend all, a deep need to be content and a naturally generous spirit therefore make him extremely agreeable. His attention is easily captured, and his favour can be very quickly won- he will strive to find the best in people, and will not dwell for too long on the bad things they do. He finds joy in giving, and has the capability of being helpful and useful if not entirely avoided. This is not to say he is always polite: he is in fact often comically blunt, and does not take much notice of how his words might affect people. Even still, his devotion is difficult to lose and perhaps too readily given... even insistent demands to go away he will face as a challenge, to somehow win the friendship of those who do not like him.
Faith
At the forefront of Mallowlark's beliefs stand the powers of fate, time and nature. He pays respect to each of these forces in unique and individual manners. His faith in fate merely is that everything stands as it is supposed to be- it may be an unpredictable path, but he truly feels as if every step guides one to the place they were supposed to be. And who deems this but nature? The force of the earth itself, and all beings on it, started as a mere source of fascination for Mallowlark and bloomed into reverence. Picking apart prey is a way for him to show respect to every part of the beings placed upon this earth, even the bits of them that no one else wants. Staunchly he believes that everything on the earth has a purpose, and every bit of them should have a purpose too- he rebuffs odd and horrified looks regarding his hobbies due to this. even prey that has been eaten is not wholly used yet, if he or another don't derive some level of joy from the rest of the body.
Time, too, is a powerful force- marched forth by nature, he knows that time will find everyone eventually. What convinces him that everything will be alright is the ceaseless momentum of time itself; even the most horrible beasts in the world will all die eventually, and the thought brings Mallowlark great comfort. Comeuppance walks hand in hand with it- for those that wrong him or those he cares about, he believes in a karmic justice perpetuated by fate, time and nature, a "rot" and "madness" that will eventually claim them, and allow pious himself to move in and do the cleaning.
Believing in the permanence of nature and the dead, and the impermanence of life, leads to Mallowlark's over-personification of the inanimate and dehumanisation of the living. He claims that the dead have unfulfilled wishes that are loftier and more important than the wishes of those alive. Those alive will be given the power of death, and will thus be able to have their purpose truly fulfilled- so why not live life in service of them, knowing you will get the same back eventually? No matter how violent the death, there was always a point to it, and there is always respect to be shown- witnessing horrific events therefore does not perturb him to any extent.
Quirks
- Mallowlark does not really think kittens are entirely sentient- the flickers of personality are so miniscule in his eyes that they could change entirely on a dime, and are surely not yet settled. Therefore, he will never bring himself down on any level to speak to them.
- Took to referring to nature as "the Mother" after having met Dawnglare. Believes corpses speak through the wind, and obeys his breezy whims as a result of that.
- Tends to be overzealous with offering bones as gifts, but will rarely offer skulls, usually encouraging that others gather their own as commemorative keepsakes.
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Mallowlark is homosexual and monogamous. He is entirely devoted to his mate, Dawnglare, and will plainly laugh at and mock any advances.
- Trusts incredibly easily gained and profoundly difficult to lose.
- Does not appear to develop any outward dislike for people, and will not often treat others negatively no matter the slights they have committed against him. Conversely, treats everyone in an overly-friendly manner and will quite often imply that he is much closer with the people around him than is accurate.
Sounds like a fast paced, joyful, masculine tone. Incessantly jovial and expressive, though he can plunge into the depths of a mockingly-horrifying whisper scarily quickly, often accompanied with a flare of the eyes. He fluctuates wildly between thrilled, theatrical whispers and bold and cheerful chatter. Though his eyes are never crescented with his smile, his voice certainly is- the lilt of humour is always buried within it. His laughter is incredibly distinctive and disruptive- he cackles in the truest sense of the world, doubling over as he does. Even when he isn't laughing, it seems that giggles are always trying to forcibly burst out from within him. Voiceclaim is this guy.
Smells of pine, for his moons spent in SkyClan, windblown heather long usurped; strongly of perfumed herbs, attributed to the time he spends at Dawnglare's side... and beneath, the sickly undertone of blood, bolstered by macabre hobbies.
Skills
- Poor stealth. Moons of lopsided balance assure it.
- Excels in tracking, from a life spend on the moors encouraging faster cats toward distinctive scents.
- Surprising speed given his size; is not fast, but certainly faster than he looks.
- A slightly-clumsy but fairly competent climber, though does not do well perched from branches.
Combat
Combat difficulty is low-medium. Mallowlark is not a fighter, best at swooping over already-shredded remains- he has never been in a widespread battle and has only ever defended himself against moorland predators. However, he is blessed with a natural strength, and his movements are tottering and unpredictable- if he lands a direct, intentional hit, you will certainly feel it in the morning. His demeanour in battle is likely to be off-putting, given his grin and tendency to burst out laughing.
Mallowlark will not start fights, believing them to be ultimately pointless. However, once entrenched in a battle, Mallowlark is unlikely to flee unless tangibly injured. If given the unlikely chance to kill, Mallowlark will show mercy if his opponent asks for it. -
Close to Brightshine, Pollenfur, Echolight
Admires Brightshine
Actually friends withLambcurl,Hyacinthbreath,Flycatcher, Dandelionwish
Claims to be friends with most everyone he has met... the mutuality is debatable. Fireflyglow, Johnnyflame, Butterflytuft and Florabreeze are among his "favourites".
Believes in the karmic destruction ofSootstar
Kin ✎
Dawnglare ✎
Dawnglare is Mallowlark's mate. By coincidence (though Mallowlark would later claim it as fate), they met at Fourtrees one night and found themselves wrapped in a conversation unlike one they'd ever had in their respective homes. They orchestrated their meetings beneath the moon thereafter, growing close quickly and eventually admitting their love for each other. Eventually, Mallowlark came to live with him in SkyClan.
Mallowlark holds an unwavering faith in Dawnglare, and a complete- perhaps unhealthy- reverence for him. Their beliefs mesh so perfectly together that he cannot help but hang off of his every word and wisdom; where Dawnglare is cryptic to some, he makes complete sense to Mallowlark. Unapologetic about his adoration, Mallowlark's relationship with Dawnglare is a spot of pride; he considers himself extremely lucky for having won his affection, and will often elevate their love as some all-powerful force, given to them as a reward for treating the earth so well. He is undeniably devoted and willing to do everything within his power to ensure Dawnglare's happiness.
Brightshine ✎
Brightshine is Mallowlark's mother. Since a young age he idolised her; the smile on her face made her easy and approachable, and throughout his life he had watched her make fast friends with nearly everyone she met. She taught him a smile was the best medicine, which he took staunchly to heart, and carried with him throughout his entire life. Everything Mallowlark is and does is in attempted mimicry of her- an attempt to be just like her, just as popular and just as fun- but terribly overexaggerated and uncanny. Her loving and complete acceptance of his every weirdness enabled his unapologetic, oxymoronic nature- both morbid and cheerful- and he cares deeply for her. Of WindClan's ranks, she was the only cat whom he regularly worried for and yearned to speak to.
Pollenfur ✎
Pollenfur is Mallowlark's aunt. She aided in raising him, and Mallowlark was closest to her out of all of his extended family. More wayward than others, she too encouraged his strangeness, and he found fascination from an early age in the wispy, whimsical way she would speak. She left WindClan before him.
After he moved to SkyClan, Mallowlark encountered Pollenfur on the loner lands border, and the two kept in the best contact they could. She was a messenger between separated family, and her kindness was a great source of comfort for him throughout his life in SkyClan. He would seek her company often when on walks along that border, and believed that the wind would often bring her answers regarding his wellbeing.
Other Cats ✎
Dandelionwish ✎
Mallowlark's relationship with Dandelionwish was a rare case of mutual friendship. Dandelionwish was one of the few cats in WindClan who did not treat him with derision, and Mallowlark mourned quietly when Dandelionwish was chased out of WindClan, believing him certainly dead. Their friendship carried through when they both found each other as WindClan defectors in SkyClan, finding mates and lives there- that kindred spirit fuelled a genuine connection.
Sootstar ✎
Sootstar was one of the few cats to earn Mallowlark's ire. Initially, he believed she and his family could learn to coexist on the moors, willing to see the best in her- but slowly she proved her madness, and he believed more and more that she stole the moors from his family, mocked that she thought herself all-powerful, and would claim he should have killed her when he had the chance. These threats and musings were flippant, but rooted in a realism; he believed she corrupted his home by turning it into WindClan, something completely unrecognisable. He had faith that her demise would come, and the rot she spread would eventually consume her- and was ultimately vindicated. -
LONER
Before the existence of the Clans, on the moors not far from where the Marsh Colony dwelled, a loner named Sunshine gave birth to a litter of two kittens, Mallow and Echo. She had lived there all her life, and raised her children upon them with the help of her three sisters: Lilac, Pollen and Ember. A tom named Heavy Snow soon joined their family too, and Mallow grew up in this strange, blended commune, all of whom did not discourage him from his gory interests and macabre attitudes. They lived a fairly typical loner's life atop the moors, though avoided the tunnels.
When Mallow was around twelve moons old, he got into an altercation with a fox; half of his tail was severed in the scrap, and he stumbled home with it stuffed in his jaws. Weeping and grieving over it, he insisted on a burial- part of him was laid to rest in the earth, waiting for the rest of him to join someday.
Eventually, Mallow's family would learn that a new group calling themselves 'WindClan' had lay claim to the entirety of their moors, meaning that they would either have to move elsewhere or join WindClan. They held a vote, and decided to join WindClan. Their arrival was met reluctantly, but they were accepted in.
WARRIOR OF WINDCLAN
Having lived wildly all of his life, adjusting to the practical demands of Clan life were not difficult for Mallow. Involved in exploration of the full extent of the moors, he christened Outlook Rock, swift to assimilate to a new group upon land he'd always known. The social aspects were where he struggled. His too-fierce mimicry of his mother juxtaposed with violent words did him no favours in earning the friendship of his Clanmates, to the point where the first friend he made was at a Gathering, a Thunderclanner named Fly.
By Sootstar's decree, Mallow was given the warrior name Mallowlark for his "bright, cheery voice" (that was in truth for the awful content such a voice did spew) - he was reinforced that he was, in fact, making a good first impression. Daily demonstrating gory habits, Mallowlark was not winning anyone's favour or notice; therefore, it was shrugged off when he took off to Fourtrees one night. Having heard the murmurings about StarClan and a bloody battle, Mallowlark went to attempt to communicate with those buried- instead, he met Dawnglare. At first, he thought the other tom an apparation; but conversation flowed between them easily, and they vowed to meet again to "check up on" the earth once more.
He saw Dawnglare again at the Gathering and was met with two truths; Dawnglare was SkyClan's medicine cat, and thus a direct enemy of WindClan- and, that the other tom found him funny. WindClan warriors began to be targeted by increasingly aggressive predators, and Mallowlark became one of the victims of a hawk attack, receiving a gash along the bottom of his ribs. When Mallowlark met Dawnglare at Fourtrees again, they failed to check up on mother nature and instead performed a check up on Mallowlark himself.
His giddiness did not last long. Soon after, Mallowlark's aunt Emberfang decided to rebel against Sootstar, which ended disastrously. Mallowlark's previous notion that his family could take back the moors if they really wanted to was shattered, and bearing an insistent grin he watched his aunt get exiled.
One night of Dawnglare and Mallowlark's scheduled meeting, the moon glowed red. Again, the initial purpose of their meetings was tossed aside in favour of each other; Dawnglare brought Mallowlark a leaf, lit fiery red in the sanguine light, and with a press of their noses they exchanged it. Mallowlark would later reflect on this as the night he fell in love.
Whitecough began to crawl its way through WindClan, and Mallowlark found himself exposed. Without catmint to cure it, his cough grew worse- however, devotion drove him to Fourtrees, unwilling to leave Dawnglare waiting there. Reflecting on how much they would miss each other if somehow separated- and how much they already missed each other, kept apart by borders- they admitted their love for each other. A brightly-bleached snake skull, given to Dawnglare as a gift, witnessed this union.
During the next Gathering, the couple stole away, and Dawnglare administered a cure. Catching on to Mallowlark's sudden turn in health, Dandelionwish asked after Dawnglare's catmint supply- Mallowlark predicted Dawnglare's unwillingness..
WindClan invaded SkyClan for their catmint. Never trusted with anything anyway, Mallowlark intentionally avoided sight when WindClan was rallying, staying in camp while his Clan stole directly from his mate. Sootstar's camp-bound prayer circle asked that they "pray for their mates", and Mallowlark took that invitation to indirectly hope for the downfall of his own Clan. Distraught at his Clan's actions, Dandelionwish too rebelled, and was chased out; Mallowlark laughed in hysteric distress as he watched, hoping for his friend's safety, but rather sure he would die.
The longer he stood separated from Dawnglare, the more unbearable the separation became. Mallowlark and Dawnglare became careless- they were witnessed embracing at a Gathering and Mallowlark made no denial of their closeness when prompted. This came to a head during one of their moonlit meetings- Mallowlark floated the idea of joining SkyClan, a proposal that Dawnglare eagerly accepted. They spent the night at Fourtrees.
Mallowlark told only his mother and sister where he was going, and departed without a word. Very few who noticed, all perhaps barring his nephew, did not care at all.
WARRIOR OF SKYCLAN
Mallowlark showed up to the SkyClan border foolishly hopeful. The illusion was swiftly shattered- he was met with universal scorn from all but Dawnglare, especially from Blazestar. He did not fully understand the extent of the friendship he was responsible for shattering. He begged to be allowed in, and was allowed on the basis of Dawnglare choosing him over his loyalty.
Ever striving to be content, Mallowlark tried his best to settle into SkyClan, and was glad at least to find Dandelionwish unexpectedly among their ranks. He began to learn to climb, and was met with surprising kindness for attempting it. Despite constant scorn from the leader and many other, there were more little nothings to indulge in, while living in SkyClan ... Mallowlark began to rely on Dawnglare as a primary source of happiness, the main reason to keep smiling.
Unexpectedly, Mallowlark ran into his aunt Pollenfur, who had left WindClan silently before he did, and greeted her fondly. Supremely relieved to have someone fairly nearby who treated him as he remembered in childhood, the two began to keep the best contact that they could manage- but primarily, he learned his aunt was now a wanderer, and might be able to bring messages to Brightshine if asked.
Sickness began to sprawl across the Clans. Mallowlark worried hugely for his mother, and (despite the fact he should know better) fretted over Dawnglare's health, too. The worry spread between the both of them, and during the outbreak they spent less time together, with Dawnglare fearing Mallowlark would catch this seemingly uncurable illness. Their separation ended up for naught, though; forced to spend time near the sick due to a wound, it was not long before Mallowlark fell ill with yellowcough.
Soon, Dawnglare too fell ill, and they were placed in Fireflypaw's care, dubious. Moved along to ShadowClan after a rogue invasion, Mallowlark- for once, fearfully- witnessed the death of a RiverClan warrior from the illness, and had an addled conversation with his mother, where he learned he had new baby siblings.
Lungwort was brought back to the Clans, and Mallowlark was cured. Desperate to inform his family that he was alive, Mallowlark searched for them at the Gathering, but was met with the reality that WindClan had not shown up at all. Fretting over Sootstar's tyranny, Mallowlark for once approached Blazestar to ask after theories. The two reached some level of quiet understanding.
When ThunderClan's medicine cat Berryheart died suddenly, Howlingstar specifically asked after Dawnglare's help- he informed Mallowlark that he would be absent for a moon, but promised to return. Mallowlark felt aimless without him, feeling a profound, stinging loneliness that his mate's presence would usually cure. A short balm was in meeting his siblings at last at a Gathering, though served to hammer home that he was quite alone in SkyClan, still.
Dawnglare returned, and soon Fireflypaw became Fireflyglow, events that Mallowlark regarded while purring with pride. Mallowlark attempted to resume life as he knew it, as a good-intentioned nuisance. One day, Dawnglare and Mallowlark took a walk to the Thunderpath, where Mallowlark picks a flattened squirrel clean and plainly declared his undying devotion.
Then came the storm. Fireflyglow informed Dawnglare of his new mate, and requested he stay in the medicine den. What started as a spat crescendoed into regretful words and a full-blown argument. Fireflyglow accused Mallowlark of never having done anything for SkyClan, and Crowsight claimed plainly that Dawnglare would end up alone- spurned and horrified, Mallowlark watched as Dawnglare fled, hardly sparing him a glance. Desperately fearing losing him, and enraged at SkyClan as a whole for upsetting him so much, Mallowlark wasted no time in following him.
On the Twolegplace border, he found him at sunset. Dawnglare urged them to move to the Twolegplace, and for the first time in his life Mallowlark refused him. With every ounce of his willpower he kept his grin, assuring Dawnglare that he still needed and loved him, that the cruelty of the world was not his fault ... but simultaneously, the two began to re-evaluate their attitudes. Mallowlark realised he was not an innocent victim of joining the wrong Clan, but instead someone who had betrayed a vow, and that moving to SkyClan was not a purely positive, wonderful thing and in fact damaged both of their lives near irreparably. Still, the two affirmed their love for each other, and made inward vows to better themselves. Mallowlark convinced Dawnglare that SkyClan would forgive him- and for once, Dawnglare hung upon his word.
Lost in the whirl of their emotions, neither of them noticed quick enough the dog that barrelled between the pines, ramming straight into Dawnglare, mauling him and flinging him across the ground. Horrified, Mallowlark's face- for the first time in his life- twisted into a snarl of anger. Overtaken by fury and wanting to be rid of it so he might be able to fix what was broken, Mallowlark launched himself toward the dog in a senseless attempt to kill it out of vengeance- but he too was split open and tossed to the ground. As he died, he searched for life in Dawnglare's eyes so that they might die together, only to realise that he was already gone.
Escorted by Blazestar, they walked side-by-side to StarClan. -
Playlist
▶ REARRANGE - STEALING SHEEP Mallowlark dwells for very minute amounts of time on emotions, especially negative ones. The world is ever shifting, everything constantly changing ... if everything can flip on a whim, what's the point of wallowing? To follow your heart, then, is the best way forward; no need to look back! It's all the way it's supposed to be.Theme Weeks
▶ I'M A PRINCESS - BILL WURTZ Wholly believing he has full understanding of the often-uncaring forces of nature, Mallowlark elevates himself above the rest, singing his own tune and completely flippant of the derision others often throw upon him. Even if he seems to speak nonsense and horror to others, it's all kindness to him; he sees himself as benevolent and loving, truly.
▶ 2ECOND 2IGHT 2EER - WILL WOOD Alright, so maybe some part of Mallowlark knows he's not like everyone else... accepted for his strangeness until thrown into the "reality" of the Clans, the fact he is an outcast is something entirely new, and something that seems not to bother him. In fact, he'd much rather be the way he is than anything else; blood soaks his actions, but they're all in the service of something good, aren't they? And in truth, perhaps he likes being a little bit strange...
▶ RULER OF EVERYTHING - TALLY HALL Time is a powerful, karmic thing in Mallowlark's eyes. He often does not act or dwell on negative emotions because time will take care of his enemies, anyway. Nothing on the earth is permanent, and will decompose eventually... those who are poisonous will rot even quicker. He takes issue with those who think they can outrun the ever-encroaching pursuit of death, and does not understand when others regard it with negativity or fear.
▶ BLACK MIRROR - ARCADE FIRE Plainly, Mallowlark is absolutely terrifying. He indulges in hobbies that often leave him bloodsoaked, picking bones clean and disposing of uneaten innards. Looming and wide-eyed, head hungrily tilted... to feel scared in his presence is not rare. He respects the dead too fully to bother with the whims and thoughts of the living, really. Bones are fascinating, remains are to be creatively used and imagining extreme and near-cartoonish violence is hilarious.
▶ WELL RESTED - KERO KERO BONITO Time is powerful, but so is nature... unlike the lives of beings on earth, nature is endless. When you die, you become the earth itself, and your bones slumber in the earth for all time. Mallowlark will be listening all the while... he will respect you by bleaching your bones in the sunshine... and he will be rewarded for this great care and adoration.
▶ MARZ - JOHN GRANT The nights were heavenly. In moonlit conversations, he dreamed of a sun-soaked place - a respite away from WindClan, where he would have everything he ever wanted. SkyClan was not quite so idyllic.
▶ MAN OF WAR - RADIOHEAD Leaving it all behind was easy, wasn't it? Awaiting him was surely fulfilment... the worms would eat the moorland queen, and he would watch from a distant in the arms of a lover. But everything was not so pleasant, in waiting. In being once-WindClan, he is always WindClan beneath the skin... to everyone but his mate.
▶ KEMOSABE - EVERYTHING EVERYTHING Beneath it all lay regret and loneliness. Mallowlark could never have been fully satisfied with just one form of closeness in his life, despite the extent to which he adored Dawnglare. Crushing realisation found him, in final moments, that he might have made both his and Dawnglare's lives worse in some ways by moving to SkyClan to be with him. That he was not a victim of circumstance, but the ire he faced and his lack of atonement may have been his own fault.
▶ AMNESIA WAS HER NAME - LEMON DEMON And there was no time to fix it. As soon as this realisation came, he was torn away, a lifetime flashing before him. Tossed to the ground, he could only find a limp paw as he went.
▶ SMILE - NAT KING COLE Throughout his life, Mallowlark's philosophy was just to smile through the pain, smile when it was being inflicted, smile until it stopped. In every moment of his life, he could find a reason- even through the raking of claws and the aching of his heart, there was good in the world, and so he could smile.
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