BRUISES THAT WON'T HEAL ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ternstar

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Basilshower's disappearance is unremarkable. They all are. ShadowClan is no stranger to loss, and it never has been. Swansong has known it from the time that they were young, from that first flash of bear's teeth. They have known it in every moon since, as clanmates whispered of curses and leaders wasted away. Tragedy has claimed them all.

The warrior sweeps herself up to where the leader sits alone, places her own lizard a respectable distance away. A plumed tail curls around chilly paws, and blue eyes do not meet. "So many lost... The marshes grow hungrier by the day. We have always been cursed..." Soft musings, a whisper in the wind. They do not make their address clear at first, but watch out of the corner of their eye for reaction. "You rule a clan that wanes like the moon... thinner and thinner... soon none may be left..."

ShadowClan is dying. It always has been - and none who have came before the cold-eyed molly have been able to save it. "Does it worry you, Ternstar...?" Their voice is dull, eyes duller as they slide over to look at the towering form of the leader.

She was called by StarClan; a better sign than they have had in moons. Swansong will ensure that she does her job, watch her in their stead. The fate of the clan rests upon it.

I FELL ASLEEP WITH A VISION ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND I ALMOST PULLED IT THROUGH‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 20 moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, 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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[Ternstar.]

TELL YOU YOU'RE THE GREATEST
BUT ONCE YOU TURN, THEY HATE US ​

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Ternstar ♛ 26 Moons ♛ Female ♛ She/Her ♛ Leader of Shadowclan

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★★★★★★★★★

—— Swnansongs approach is... unexpected. But of all her clanmates, Ternstar cannot recall having any dislike for the molly; can't remember ever needing to turn words or claws against her, not in the way she had always loathed Applejaw, or the way Ashenfall had earned her ire. Head tilts, contemplatingly, letting her speak.

And Ternstar listens.

" We have, " she agrees idly, lilting voice devoid of any emotion. There has never been a time where such words were not thrown around, when talks of omens and curses and bad luck were rampant on every wagging tongue. She's sure that were Magpiepaw here to translate, even the birds would be mocking the marshes misfortunes.

" Should it? " she says instead, bland - as though speaking of the weather, and not betrayal. Of treason, in its own way. " We have no need for bad blood - for traitors, eager to flee at a the slightest sign of hardship, " a moments pause, recognizing absently that technically Swansongs father counts among those missing... but even Ternatar, in all her bitterness, doesn't quite beleive that his disappearance is the same as those who have chosen their paths. A case of bad luck, nothing more. Smogstar had always been admireably ambitious, and she doubts he'd have stayed deputy for so long had he truly feared Shadowclans fate.

" The marsh gives as much as it takes, " she adds, humor coloring her tone. Their nursery swells with life - more so then Ternstar has seen in moons. And not just with clanborn kits, though they have plenty, but with foundlings. Lost souls, sent right into Shadowclans welcoming paws. There is loyalty, she knows, in having seen the worst the world has to offer and been given a second chance - a new life. It is something her denmates had never understood in their youth, coddled and sheltered from reality by doting parents and the protection of clanlife.

There was always something worse to fear.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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E V E R Y B O D Y - W A N T S - T O - B E - M Y - E N E M Y

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[Swansong]

Ternstar meets their musing impassively, her face stony and voice level. She does not shake, as others do. She is still as glass, and they can only hope that she does not hide the same fragility. She speaks of their misfortune with acceptance. It makes sense; she was once a good friend of the black-feathered prophet. She does not struggle against the tight grasp of fate. "A wise answer... Perhaps that is why you were chosen," they respond, dipping their head courteously.

They do not hold the same vitriol with which Ternstar spits the word traitors. A tragic twist of fate; the marshlands ate cleared away slowly. Still, she cannot deny it. While her father's name is still too sacred to allow slight against, she cannot say the same for such as Scalejaw and Basilwhisker.

They have never hesitated to cut the rot from their camp. Granitepelt faced trial by a thousand boring eyes, and now his sister comes to them in dreams. She guides them forwards, with promises of something better. She would know best how to find what is wrong. "There is reason we do not hold fate's favor... But that does not mean it cannot change." This is the task that has been imparted upon her. And if Ternstar does not deliver... The star's favor is fickle. She averts her eyes, voice gentle but purposeful. "We need a leader... who can see a way forward..."

The marsh gives as much as it takes. "As do the stars," she agrees, a small smile curving across their maw.

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SWANSONGㅤ BIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOU.SE
★ demigirl ( she / they ) ㅤ& lesbian, mate to poppyglow (npc'd)
★ㅤ 23 moons old & ages realistically, every 17th of the month
★ㅤ warrior of shadowclan for 10 moons
★ ㅤhalfshade x smogstar ㅤ& littermate to applejaw, ashenfall, garlicheart
★ㅤ ㅤmentored agaterain, swallowflutter & mentored by skunktail, sabletuft
★ㅤ penned by saturnid & ㅤmessage saturnids on discord for plots!

"SPEECH"