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It's difficult to decipher the hazy visions of the living world from this dark, celestial woodland. Perhaps it is because Snakehiss is still growing accustomed to the newfound "abilities" of the afterlife, but the images that the dead tom attempts to conjure fade in and out of comprehension. A clearer view of a black and mottled chimera... familiar figures of blue and blue smoke that inspire disgust within Snakehiss' gut. Nearby there is a hazy exchange of voices; a smaller mirror image of him—a she-cat—conversing with a yellow-furred tom. That is undoubtedly none other than that spineless Sootstar lackey... but what is he doing back in WindClan? Even more, what was he doing talking to his daughter?
Any more concentration would short-circuit his brain, surely. The white-patched tom breaks from his trance, emerald hues dropping downward as he exhales through shallow lungs. Maybe there are other lost souls wandering nearby, maybe not, but Snakehiss speaks aloud nonetheless, "My kits have grown soft."
He vocalizes his displeasure, his disappointment, as if speaking it into existence will change anything. "They... would've been better... stronger... if they had listened to me." Snakehiss finds that he would have rathered himself floating in a stagnant purgatory as opposed to walking under endless darkness... At least he would not be able to torture himself with visions of his living legacies.
Any more concentration would short-circuit his brain, surely. The white-patched tom breaks from his trance, emerald hues dropping downward as he exhales through shallow lungs. Maybe there are other lost souls wandering nearby, maybe not, but Snakehiss speaks aloud nonetheless, "My kits have grown soft."
He vocalizes his displeasure, his disappointment, as if speaking it into existence will change anything. "They... would've been better... stronger... if they had listened to me." Snakehiss finds that he would have rathered himself floating in a stagnant purgatory as opposed to walking under endless darkness... At least he would not be able to torture himself with visions of his living legacies.
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— snakehiss / died 10/19/24 at 23 moons / he/him
— resident of the dark forest / former rogue & windclan deputy
— father to rowanpaw, viperpaw, wasppaw, laurelpaw, & privetfrost ( with berrysnap ) & cornflowerkit, rainbowkit, ivorykit ( with ternstar )
— sh black w/ vitiligo, green eyes & a single white patch on chest, torn-out left eye & a torn left ear w/ heavy scarring
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