sensitive topics HAVE YOUR ROSES READY FOR ME - tending graves

[Starlingheart]

She understands why Bonejaw had dragged her mothers body all the way to four trees. The logic behind that, unlike many things her aunt had done, had been sound. Her mother should be buried with her father, she had been right. But that meant visiting the ebony colored she cats final resting place was harder. Today she was not able to make the trek to four trees but still she wants to tend to the graves of her other clanmates. As morbid of a job as it is, it is something that needs to be done.

Quietly, she sets about her task, pulling weeds brushing away debris with her tail, all the while humming quietly to herself.
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[CINDERPAW]

Cinderkit knows vaguely of the graveyard, it was where her deceased clan-mates rested. Odd to think about… that dead cats were sleeping underneath the earth they walked on. It hurt her head and wasn’t fun to think about, so truth be told she didn’t think about it much at all.

Playing on her lonesome by the thorn walls she spots a flash of black fur in negative space between the thorns. A cat was on the other side! Using her tippy toes she peers up and through the wall that protected the camp, tiny eyes recognize Starlingheart. She was putting stuff around the graves, a serious and honorable task, but Cinderkit is giggling… When she swears Starlingheart spots her through the wall she laughs even harder, ”I’m watchin’ ya!” she guffaws and playfully sticks her tongue out.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( secondary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 3 moons . ages on the first
╰ ‣ shadowclan kit . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ carries 100% kittypet & Persian blood

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· PERSIAN, smells like murky water and mildew , status — 100%
╰ ‣ black-furred . flat-faced, knotted fur . orange eyes


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
[size=2╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

[B]╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,[/B]
· SLEETWHISKER x ROOKTAIL
╰ ‣ lesbian.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . reluctant to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[Ratshadow]

CALLED TO DEVIL AND THE DEVIL DID COME ✧​

Tending to the resting spots of the dead was honorable. She had a vague idea of where her mother and sisters had been buried. Back before there were clans. Somewhere in the marsh group’s land her kin were laid to rest. Ratshadow didn’t visit that spot but she often prayed to Starclan for them. Before Starclan, she looked to the stars. She had always felt like her mother was watching over her.

“Do you need any assistance, Starlingheart?” the older feline aks. Appearing from the shadows and into the graveyard. She admired the medicine cat’s work and wanted to offer help whenever she could. Dipping her head in respect she then looked towards the voice of Cinderkit. Amusement flickered in her heart but her scarred face did not show it. Maybe the kit would learn to take care of the graveyard by watching. Maybe one day they would be the one tending to it. ​

 

[GRANITEPELT]

Granitepaw's father, Flint, had been buried at Fourtrees. He'd never met him, but his mother used to preach to Siltpaw, Spark-kit, and him that they were his legacy, and that he was a great warrior. He doesn't know if any of that is true; Sandra had been a fake all along, after all. Pretending to be a mother. Pretending to be a ShadowClan cat, when all along she was a selfish, skinny little kittypet transposed into a life where she didn't belong.

He would never have visited her grave, but something inside of him still hurts when he thinks about how that is not even possible. She's been erased from his life in every way -- except for the anger that still burns sickly inside of him.

He's jealous, in a way, that Starlingheart's mother had died defending her kits. That she'd died honorably, even if brutally. He'd never liked Briarstar, but she was ten times the forest cat his pathetic mother had been. Her grave is not here, though, and neither is Starlingheart's father -- just like Flint, he'd died in the Great Battle.

He comes to join the black and white medicine cat, his eyes somber as he watches her clean the gravesite. "Spark-kit is buried here," he says in a rare, soft voice he reserves strictly for her. "Nothing but bones now."

He's interrupted by a tiny flash of black, and the softness in his voice vanishes. He scowls, pinpointing Cinderkit through the thorns. Unfortunate-looking thing, born to kittypets who never should've joined ShadowClan. He's prepared to say something so mean the kit would never forget it, but Ratshadow steps close to them and offers to help Starlingheart.

The gray tom simmers, his tail lashing as he glares at Cinderkit.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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