- Feb 16, 2024
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Moonlit beams crack through the woven reeds of the warrior's den. It was the beginning of the evening, and Fogshore found himself slipping from the warrior’s den. Unable to sleep for once, the sounds of chirping crickets kept him awake. New leaf sure brought back a lot of life, including the smaller ones that decided to sing the night away he supposes. Letting out a soft sigh, he craned his neck up to face the moon that rested high in the dark sky. A blue smoked ear flicked, as he shook his head to walk off from the moonlight to find a spot to settle temporarily. The chimera eventually found a spot to settle in, carefully laying on his side underneath some random half shaded area.
The sounds of chirping crickets made him smile, at their lovely chorus. Who knew little bugs made the biggest sounds? His head turned to gaze, towards a flickering light from the corner of his eyes.
Fireflies..
Fogshore’s head tilted to the side in curiosity of the glowing critters. Bright in the night and glimmered like tiny stars above. Dancing in the air without a care in the world. And he muses to himself on a tale from long ago from his travels, ’fireflies being loved ones from over the grave. visiting their living descendants!’ it's a silly tale. Shaking his head from his wandering thoughts, he raises a pale paw to swipe at one of the glow bugs.
Fragile insects they were. Much more fragile than crickets of course. His plumed tail swept across the cool ground behind him, as he let out small chuckles of delight. As he watched several fireflies blinking from the air, maybe they were upset at him swiping a paw at their fellow flier. Half-lidded eyes crinkle in mirth, as he angled an ear to hear the chirp-chirping of crickets nearby followed by his own nice humming tunes joining in with the chorus..
The sounds of chirping crickets made him smile, at their lovely chorus. Who knew little bugs made the biggest sounds? His head turned to gaze, towards a flickering light from the corner of his eyes.
Fireflies..
Fogshore’s head tilted to the side in curiosity of the glowing critters. Bright in the night and glimmered like tiny stars above. Dancing in the air without a care in the world. And he muses to himself on a tale from long ago from his travels, ’fireflies being loved ones from over the grave. visiting their living descendants!’ it's a silly tale. Shaking his head from his wandering thoughts, he raises a pale paw to swipe at one of the glow bugs.
Fragile insects they were. Much more fragile than crickets of course. His plumed tail swept across the cool ground behind him, as he let out small chuckles of delight. As he watched several fireflies blinking from the air, maybe they were upset at him swiping a paw at their fellow flier. Half-lidded eyes crinkle in mirth, as he angled an ear to hear the chirp-chirping of crickets nearby followed by his own nice humming tunes joining in with the chorus..
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ooc. a short prompt oneshot <3
- no ref yet </3
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( well, that was.. interesting ) FOGSHORE : warrior of riverclan
𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM ; currently 33 moons
𓇼 bisexual / single / sort of looking / open to crushes
𓇼 LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
𓇼 action , thoughts , "Speech, 9EB8D9"
𓇼 smells of freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
- tags / @ on discord for plot
- penned by calzone