backwritten haunted pillow beneath my head ࿐࿔ perseverance

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Grass shifts. It is plastered against the ground where it becomes painted by the shadows that drag past it, swaying like half-bent reeds and sentient mud.... dripping. Ragged breaths that match the harshness of the snapping breezes slide past dry lips, an ice shard stare fixated on the goal. A distance coming ever closer, with every shambling stride. A pause cannot be afforded... there are tethers that bind the flesh and demand its movement in impatient tugs. Just a bit closer.
  
  There is silhouette of woven dens, the sound of a stream bubbling as a finish line between them and the place they must be. They're being called home... by shrill, joyous voices that sing their name. Lichentail! Lichentail, what did you bring home? A soft exhale escapes them, blinking past the blurry vision of a morning fog phantom that beckons to them. Asking after the meal they promised to bring her... they had to share, and with so many tiny kittens to share with, that fish had better be big, right? Their lips move, a soundless reply, It's nothing...
  
  The specter is gone in another blink, a ruff of feathered nape shifts to lift a heavy head; searching... looking... Confusion slides like rain from the top of her head, down to her chin before it plummets towards the ground; Lichentail? They hadn't... they weren't Lichentail... not for moons now. There are no tiny kittens at home waiting for her. But she was there... they'd seen her... hadn't they? Memory and reality glance past each other, getting caught on jagged edges where the pieces don't fit neatly.
  
  It's damp.... but there is no rain.
  
  The camp is not in sight. She'd imagined her success in perfect clarity, only to be cast aside with the drawing of curtains to reveal the stage. There are smatterings of trees... ferns... the foliage of the heart of the territory. I'm not even halfway home... The realization settles somewhere in her soul, a resigned sort of confirmation, an acknowledgement of what comes next. Another shaky breath... shallow and growing shallower with persistent effort; stubborn, stubborn dragging paws continue anyways.
  
  Persevere.... until there is no more paint to spill on canvas.
• about
  
  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  
  ooc notes ✦ following the raccoon thread... this is some time later, after the others would've made it back to camp to report about what happened. it's flagged backdated bc that thread was canonically like. almost a month ago sobs
  tagging ✶ @Moonbeam
  penned by tieirlys
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[Moonbeam]

It is with heavy tired paws that Moonbeam moves through the territory in search of Lichenstar, ears pricked and smelling heavily of herbs. Those who had returned to camp had been taken care of, wounds cleaned and bandaged with care, and though the medicine cat wanted to move quickly out into the territory those within her care then in that moment needed her, their life not star-blessed to come back if they were to die from infection or a careless wrap causing too much blood to be lost, and though she knew it was possible for the star-blessed leader to lose many lives by herself the medicine cat could only hope that StarClan had different plans for her, that instead of losing all she had left as had happened with Smokestar that it would be just one - if any.

She knew deep down that Lichenstar would return to them, too stubborn to lose all her lives from something such as raccoons within the territory, but she had not expected the sight before her, blood-soaked and dragging herself home. "Lichenstar!" The name would gasp out around her bundle of herbs as paws moved quicker towards the other, white fur soon to be stained red as she moved to aim to press against the other for stability, to make sure if she wanted to stand she could, but it was so much blood and though Moonbeam could hope and pray, she knew that soon the bi-colored leader would need to move towards the ground once more, would need to rest. "Lean on me as much as you need, I'll get you home okay?" She would be brought home one way or another.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✦˚✦˚✦.˚✦

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• A halo of fluttering dove feathers swarms on the edge of reflecting pools- the sound of their wingbeats overlapping in a anxious cacophony. Turning to face it makes the world spin, a dizzying blur of low-hanging clouds bounding closer, wafting by plucked stems and sharp grass. "Lichenstar!" Her lips draw back in a warning, a menacing that is far more a performance of wary confusion and self-interested protection.
  
  Crimson crawls down the slope of her forehead, dripping past contrasting sapphire- it obscured her vision just long enough to reset the scene, the rounded features of her medicine cat becoming clearer through the haze of many-winged miasma. "Moon.... beam...." Her touch is a pillowy relief for shaky limbs. The tension in her jaw falls away to a hanging sigh, noticing distantly how much warmer she feels...
  
  It makes her miss her nest.
  
  They made it then...? The question asked but not spoken, sliding in sluggish movements as glimmers of starlight dance at the corners of her eyes. Pairs of watchful, sorrowful eyes.... again they are beckoning. Give up, a tiny voice begs, Rest. Even though the spaces between her toes run sticky with her own blood, she chooses to ignore it, stubbornness louder than the ringing in her ears.
  
  They shift and sticky becomes slick and even with the added support of their medicine cat, the pale she-cat cannot catch herself enough to avoid crumbling to the ground in a pile of scarlet and ash. The impact of the earth rattles bones, shakes muscles of their last ounce of strength. Her breath catches, bubbly and barely more than a whisper. With a struggling inhale, her vision shifts towards bright whites, stained in a way that doesn't suit her. "... Your.... fur...."
  
  What a silly thing to worry about as flanks grow still and lights dim behind crystal shores.
• about
  
  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  
  ooc notes ✦
  tagging ✶
  penned by tieirlys
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[Moonbeam]

She ignores the way the other's lips draw back in a snarl, blood soaking into her fur as they lean against each other, weight quickly pressing against her side before the medicine cat is looked upon for answers. "Everyone's back at camp waiting for you, you're the last one." She knew that the life given to her would be taken soon, and she could only hope that the confirmation that everyone else is okay would make it easier, make the stubborn cat fall so that she could be revived once more. Just as quickly as that weight was pressed against her she felt it release and quickly she would crouch down, the last comment from this life that left Lichenstar's lips causing an amused smile to rest on Moonbeam's for just a moment before the light grew dim behind her eyes and her chest stopped rising and falling.

She felt that tug of another life lost from her leader, knew she was with StarClan, and though she knew that the ancestors would be able to heal some of what had caused her to die that it would not be all - they could never heal all - and she could only thank StarClan that they'd allowed her to wait until someone was there with her, thank them that it had been herself so that she could work sooner to help heal just as she had the last time a life had been lost like this. The only difference now was she had no help, and so silently as StarClan did their work so too would Moonbeam as she began to clean the fur around her leader's wounds to see them better, take what little she had carried with her to stop the bleeding and put herbs carefully in place while harsher wounds were stitched together by the dead.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✦˚✦˚✦.˚✧

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Astral-freckled and spiritually soft, the blades dance in manifested winds that rifle through ruffs of fur. Every time, a little more translucent than before... the edges of socked toes show the starry ground below as if an overlay above it... and that in itself is a foreboding reminder that though far more gifted than most, the powers that be can only do this so many times before a ghost is all that's left. There's little to be said... hazel stare peers around the entwined figure of a love reunited and she knows.... It's a life spent... and perhaps spent too soon. Seven remain, seven virtues to cling to and perseverance is no longer amongst them.
  
  She sits in silent solitude, the warmth of heaven-dusted touch tracing over spots that needed mending.... and before long, she is left to a transitional void. One less star to adorn the crown.
  
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  There's pressure of tender, fleshy pads pressed against what yet bleeds, another coat of crimson paint to stain cloudy paws. She has worked, diligent and nimble-pawed to see to what has not been healed by fateful design with a brow set with concentrated concern. A heavy lift of re-warmed lungs is all the warning the medicine cat has that her patient slides from cadaver to living body; what borrowed time she'd had to work without consequence in the stalled meeting of Silverpelt is at its end.
  
  All at once the soreness comes back with a soft groan of frustrated dismay. It's a shame that they cannot take the sting of revival away, that there is a damnation to pain that cannot be escaped even with skyward blessing. Focusing on the sensation of her chest rising and falling without the wetness of bloodied breath, Lichenstar relishes in the feeling of being alive.... the knowledge that though it stung, though it ached, she had time left. It was only two lives.... just two. She'd be more careful, would be more mindful of her peers... Let them play to their strengths. She'd have time. The time Smokestar wished she'd have, the time he never got. "I can... get up," she murmurs between breaths, a promise that she is not so broken as to die again the moment herb-encrusted paws pull away. "Thank you.... for coming back...." Because she isn't quite so certain that without intervention this story would've played out the same....
  
  Maybe a reunion much too soon with shades of black and blue.
• about
  
  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  
  ooc notes ✦
  tagging ✶
  penned by tieirlys
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