FUNHOUSE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊ MERCYKIT

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Their family has always been haunted. Halfsun bears both the face and name of the cat who she killed, Laurelgrin the eyes of the missing. Swansong carries the weight of every death, herself already half-gone. Of course this deathliness would be passed to her brother's children - but Flintwish's blood brings its own curse.

The kin of Briarstar are tainted by memories of muder. Swansong fixes her sleepy stare upon the phantom that has made a home of her brother's nest. She toddles about camp, unaware. Does she feel it, as Poppyglow does? Or does the murderer still live, restless and unable to haunt her mirror? They creep close to the kitten, lower themself to her level. Her brother's eyes stare back at her. "Oh, little one..." murmurs the pale-furred molly. Sympathy swims in her eyes.

They settle once her attention has been grasped, tucking their paws beneath their downy chest. Their head lolls to the side, slowly."Do you know...? You have another aunt out there... wandering beyond the borders..." If she lives, still. They do not yet know whether to assume her birth an omen that the rogue has been brought down. They lean in closer, whisper turning secretive. "And she looks just like you...!"

‎‎┌── BUT NO ONE❜S REALLY THERE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ DOES THAT MEAN IT❜S DONE IN VAIN? ──┐‎

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, eighteen moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy 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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[mercykit]

youth paints the child in innocence – a barely there layer to shield the little mirror from the lingering gazes of their clanmates. mercykit does not know… cannot realize a hard truth that shines upon bicolored pelt.

she does not understand that she is a ghost among the mire.

mismatched eyes meet sleepy stare, interest piqued in a breath and former task pushed from their mind. mercykit steps closer to their aunt. her heart thrums evenly, beats and beats the nonexistent blood of her father through a spiderweb of veins; the mirror alive and healthy.

swansong's lullaby is haunting, sympathy drowning mercykit within half lidded depths. their breath catches in their throat. "i don't know?" mercykit whispers in return, pale visage downturned in confusion as she creeps towards downy fur and aims to curl against swansong's chest. from there a perfect vantage point to receive uttered secret. a crack in the shield of innocence.

"which aunt?" the child murmurs as brows furrow, heart stuttering in ivory ribcage like a frightened fledgling. "is… is that a bad thing?" for why else would such a thing be whispered between aunt and niece.​

[ penned by kerms ]​