pafp HAND TO HEART ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ discussion

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ "Lead warrior, mm?" hums the pale-furred molly, padding quietly to sit beside Scalejaw. The lead warrior's scartorn body tells a story of many moons, a cat more weathered than any among them. A suitable choice, Swansong thinks. "Congratulations..." A polite nod is offered, and they tuck their tail delicately around their snow-dipped paws. "It is... well deserved and well needed..." Especially now, of all times.

They stare outwards into camp, eyes glassy. "But... does it... worry you?" Their voice is soft, hesitant. "To serve a leader with only eight lives... I have never heard of such a thing in all the forest." It seems that StarClan invents new hardships for ShadowClan each new moon. They serve a leader set at a disadvantage from the start, their rightful ruler vanished into the night. Swansong sighs softly. "And with war on the horizon..." How fragile they are, how easily torn apart.

Their pallid eyes slide over to the cat beside them, to dark fur and fading scars. "What do you make of it, mm...?"

I FELL ASLEEP WITH A VISION ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND I ALMOST PULLED IT THROUGH‎

• @scalejaw takes place after the meeting but before the invasion
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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 19 moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired 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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[scalejaw]

★ She isn't starving, nor is she stuffed- Scalejaw is at a happy medium for the early leaf-bare, her eyes half lidded and dreaming of a feather stuffed nest. Swansong's words interrupt her evening dreams of a comfortable sleep, and she blinks more awake before turning to look at the younger. "Indeed." She rumbles in response, both in greeting and in agreement. She does dip her head at the congratulations, and even as Swansong shifts, she does not move away uncomfortably.

Scalejaw had no reason to do that, after all- Halfshade's and Smogs- Smogmaw's young were welcome about her. She had done her best to nuture her relationship with them while their father left on the journey, and even now, she made point to be friendly with them. No, not out of selfish reasons- but that of knowing what losing parents was like. A support system. That's all she ever wanted to be to her clanmates. "Thank you."

She pauses, her ears perking as she hears Swansong continue- then they twitch, her own eyes shifting away in thought. ".. Were it any other cat, I might be worried." She admits quietly. "But there are facts that I know. One- the leader is my former apprentice. I did not fail in training them. They are where they are for a reason. Two; Starclan gave them lives. They did not turn Mirestar away." And as she says that, she believes it with her whole chest. Her former apprentice, sitting at the throne of skulls, ones that killed their leader within moons, and she's never been worried. Even with one less life.

".. I never favored war. I've been through a heartache like that one or two many times." Her feathered tail flicked along her flank briefly, rivulets of scars telling of her battle stories- of the Great Battle. "But it is necessary. We will not go hungry." She says, glowering eyes shifting back towards Swansong. "Eight lives or not, that's seven more then we have. What does one life make different, at that point?" She asks, a rhetoric question, but one well posed- a question set to make you think. Was there a difference between nine or eight, if that last life is still in the clutches of the other's father?

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

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-six 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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