- Sep 29, 2023
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The graveyard is one of her favorite places in the territory. That probably made her a bit of a weirdo huh? Most people were afraid of the ghost stories the elders would tell them, tall tales about malevolent spirits sent to roam the swamps and snatch cats away when no one was looking. Halfsun thinks that anyone who believes those stories must ahve a load of fluff between their ears where their brains should be. There were no ghosts snatching their clanmates away, cats were leaving of their own volition or else they were taken by something forcibly. She would like something to try it on her, she thinks as she pads into the familiar clearing.
She usually has flowers with her, but in the leaf bare frost she is lucky to even find prey that is alive and kicking, there was no way she would be able to find any plant life. How the medicine cats did it was way beyond her. She's sure the dead won't mind though, they never seemed to, anyways.
She sits before a familiar grave with a loud sigh, drawing her tail close to her and clearing a space for herself in the snow with a sweep of her paws in one fluid motion. She wants to lay here until the sun went down, spill her guts, her worries, her troubles, to cats with no tongues to spill her secrets but.. "Come on out, I know you're there" she calls out, blue eyes flickering to the pines behind her from which the unmistakable scent of a clanmate wafts in her direction.
// @Sycamorebloom!
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A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.