private CHASING A GHOST = [ maple ]

[scalejaw]

★ Ternfrost had departed for the Highstones, and Scalejaw waited long enough to confirm the other lead warriors would be taking care of camp before she slipped out, just like the shadows themselves, and made for the graveyard. She followed the scent trail, yellow eyes glowering in the night as she took care not to alert anything that might be awake yet- bird, mice, predators, rogues. She stepped within the graveyard, sunlight barely visible still in the twilight of the day.

Feathered ears perked, twitched and rotated. Mapletuft was off to the side, presumably in front of the new grave she had made for... Scalejaw could only guess. Eyes softened briefly, but she moved, her tail twitching behind her as she approached the deputy. Former deputy? She wasn't sure. She doesn't greet the other by name, or by complaint. The only words out of Scalejaw's mouth were sorrowful, barely hidden by the ever-creeping frost she had found on her tone lately. "... I'm going to miss them too." She says quietly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // @MAPLETUFT

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-seven moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[MAPLETUFT]

It's late in to the day when she finishes, settling ontop of the dug up earth. There was no body laid in it but she grieves all the same, forehead pressed against the dirt. She cries silently, afraid that anyone might hear her despite the quiet blanket that had gently tucked around the graveyard. Their grave is neat, or at least as neat as she could make it as a one cat army... Stones lay on top of the disturbed earth in a neat little pile, organized in a way that she remembers them to be. She'd deposit flowers any other time, but as much as she searched around the graveyard, she could only find various twigs and leaf-litter. The early blizzard must have killed off any remaining leaf-fall blooms.

She does not know how long shes laid here crying, thinking to herself but her head spins and hurts, threatens to spill all of the contents over the ground. I'm going to miss them too. She knows that voice, but it startles her anyways. She jerks upwards, stumbling over her paws as she bristles for just a moment, half-expecting it to be Ternfrost, despite knowing the voice by heart now, with the same taunting look she had been leveled with; she looks like a mess, her eyes puffy, paws caked in dirt, long fur in tangles from the lack of a quick groom while she worked. "Scalejaw," she still greets her, as kind as she could muster up. For now, they are still on the same council, at least until Ternfrost gets back. Maybe she already did, and Scalejaw had just come out to let her down easy.

She notes that Scalejaws voice is quieter than normal. Her eyes turn back to the grave. Perhaps Scalejaw came out here to grieve as well, that was her apprentice, after all. "... Yeah." her voice wobbles. "I..." she swallows hard as if the words physically pain her. "They just left. I- I didn't even get to say..." goodbye, lays on the tip of her tongue but all that follows is a choked noise. She does not want to speak it in to reality even if reality has already slashed out at her with claws. Even if reality was Ternfrost gaining leadership over her. Even if reality was her losing the last piece of hope of her baby. "I don't understand.... Oh, my baby," it turns to a keening coo as she cradles the stones in her paw ever so gently, as if a breeze would knock them over. Her heart feels as if its tearing apart.

She does not mean to cry, break down in front of Scalejaw, but a fresh wave of grief rolls over her and brings fresh tears that cascade down her cheeks.

𝖨𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖶𝖤 𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 🍁 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲 𝖦𝖮 𝖥𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖣𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖦𝖮 𝖲𝖮 𝖲𝖫𝖮𝖶

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[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw doesn't flinch away from Mapletuft's spook. Her head turned briefly towards the deputy- well, the deputy for tonight, anyways- and blinks once in minor amusement. It's hidden as she looks away, perhaps happy with herself that she still could spook someone even as she grew older. For a warrior cat, well... Scalejaw had lived longer then most, at this point. A morbid thought to have while surrounded by the graves of their dead. "Mapletuft." She returned the greeting formally now.

The lead warrior falls silent as Mapletuft speaks on her grievances, and her ear twitches. Ternfrost, sent for by Starclan, on the heels of Mirestar disappearing. A curious thing, but maybe something to speak towards the recently failures of their clan- the loss of Needledrift's life, the selfish taking of territory. She is lost in thought for but moments before Mapletuft begins to cry in earnest, and a soft noise leaves the lead warrior. It is but a hesitated moment before the grizzled warrior steps forward.

Slowly, she settles down beside Mapletuft, leaning against the other, pressing their pelts solidly together. Her feathered tail wraps around the grieving deputy, nose turning to press against her neck. All moments were tender, cautious, giving Mapletuft time and room to push her away if she wished. And when she finally did speak after she settled, she was still quiet, voice as soft as a late spring rain, warm and slow, just enough to soothe instead of soak. "You are telling them now, in the only way you know, goodbye." Scalejaw says. "You know them as well as I. They would not have gone without reason. Without a good reason."

Once more does she hesitate, breathing quietly. More words found the air between them, what little there was. "But we won't ever understand. That's our grief to carry, the price we have to pay for their decisions." She murmurs. It has been weeks since Scalejaw has cried for a lost soul, the last time her eyes wet for another was Smogmaw's disappearance- the ripping of her heart from the cavern of her chest again. She isn't sure she can trust another with it, and perhaps she had mourned for herself as much as Smogmaw. Mirestar's disappearance stung, but it wasn't the first time she loved somecat, and they left. It was just a.. different kind of love, this time, wasn't it?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

• "speech"

• 

• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-seven moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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