Darling, handle me with care || mourning

[sparrowheart]

Feel free to respond if you want! But mostly he thinks he's alone.//

"hey... Chilledstar? Can you hear me?"

He must sound insane, speaking to her grave. But, if starclan was real... If it was real, truly, then they should be able to hear him, right? A gulp came from the dark furred tom as he flexed his toes and shifted slightly.

He rested gently before them a shiny black piece of obsidian, the sunlight streams through the thick overcast of trees would glint off the rock. "I... Brought this for you." He whispered softly, curling his tail around his toes as his whiskers twitched in some sort of sadness. "I thought... You would like it." He added, gaze casting around him, before back to Chilledstars grave.

How many times would the boy do this? Bring rocks to the former leader, and talk to the grave as if he would get a response from them? Maybe one day, he could pull free from the cloud of emotions that washed through him. "But I bet you find so many cool rocks in starclan..." He murmured softly, lifting the rock to settle next to the others he brought to them, next to the fossil he had given them so many moons ago. But it felt like yesterday. It still felt so soon.

"Is... Smogstar with you?" He would ask quietly, murmur to their grave. "Mirestar is leader now... No one got to say bye to him..."

How crazy he must look, now venting to spirits. To a grave. But who was he supposed to talk to? He didn't make friends, not yet, that was a hard thing to do. "I'm not mad at him. No one could have stopped him if this is what he wanted to do."

Silence, except for the soft breeze rustling the leaves above his head. His chin tucked into his chest, his black ears flattened backwards. "but... I just hope you're ok, Chilledstar. I'm going to take my leave now-" he murmured a sort of dismissal towards himself before turning away. There were other things he should be doing. Leaffall was here, and they had plenty to prepare before leafbare.

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Truth be told, she wasn't good with handling upset cats. It was difficult enough knowing how to handle herself when she was upset or in a sour mood. But lately it seemed as if all of Shadowclan was feeling some sort of way. What was she supposed to do now? She'd only been going for a walk herself and now she'd stumbled into a rather awkward situation. "Late night?" Anxiety showed in the form of her anxious paw shuffling, waiting for Sparrowheart's response.

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[lilacfur]

ShadowClan's grave may run far greater than any other Clan, she thinks. It had begun with the starvation that led to ShadowClan's formation, followed with the her mothers loyal soldiers. Her own father, dead before she or Starlingheart were even born. Many more victims of ShadowClan's tragedies sat beneath them, but their souls rest above. Watching, but silent. Each twinkling light meant to be a fallen cat in their ranks.

"Evidently..." Lilacfur murmured in a half-answer to Salamandersnap. She was not here for their dead, however. Mirestar may have her hide seeing her out of camp again under the cover of night after so many cases of finding trouble, but sleep was scarce to her. She lingered in thought of Smogstar, still wondering where he could have gone. Still wondering what life may be like had she left camp sooner, entered his den the night before like she planned.

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 22 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn left ear, missing her left eye and most fur from a multitude of claw-marked scars
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[scalejaw]

★ It's a curious thing, how certain figures were like magnets to the rest of the clan. Not so curious, though, is where they come from- Chilledstar. Smogstar. Mirestar. Three extremely important figures to the clan, but what of their motives- what made them worth following? Was it the situation they shared together, leafbare soon to arrive and rot the flesh from their stomachs? Or was it the cats themselves?

She isn't sure why her paws brought her here of all places. Chilledstar was a cat she hadn't thought much of in the last moon or two, given the situation with Smogstar's disappearance. But today, seeing the younger warrior she had sparred with days earlier giving his quiet words to the spirit they could only hope was listening, she stood stock still. Lilacfur and Salamandersnap spoke to one another, thought Salamandersnap spoke to Sparrowheart first.

Scalejaw doesn't add to the conversation- her eyes instead drift to the stones given to that of Chilledstar's body. Mournful as it was, she.. she missed them. She missed them, their humor, their body slung over hers in the earliest morning because they couldn't bear sleeping along. Chilledstar had been one of her closest friends- and with them suddenly gone... Eyes turn half-lidded and ears lower. She is turning and moving away before anyone can say anything to her.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // in and out

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five 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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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] To think, there would have been a day where Chilledstar was not the one to lead the clan was almost a fever dream, and one that certainly came through for the clan, with Smogstar succession to the throne and quickly as he stood on those rocks, he was gone, Mirestar in place of both prominent figures, Snowlark's mentor now shouldered to lead a whole clan, especially during the harsher seasons the boy took a deep breath as he shuffle to move to stand next to the older warrior and lead warrior with a gentle look in his yellow gaze.

His eyes drawn towards the rocks that laiden Chilledstar's grave which almost took the young warrior's breath away to see. If the leader was still here, they would have loved these rocks all so dearly but.. hopefully in Starclan, the former saw how much Shadowclan had loved them. "Looks to be one of those nights then" he chimed softly, hardly noticing the shuffling shadow of Scalejaw's form moving away from the scene

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 14 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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