private heavy is the cost // wormwatcher

[Ternstar.]

FROM COFFIN TO THE CRADLE
I GOT DEMONS, I GOT ANGELS​

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ternfrost ♛ 24 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan queen ​

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Of her clanmates, many take to her sudden appointment with disdain or bitterness - and only a few with joy and pride.

Wormwatcher is one such cat, and though Ternfrost and him may have grown apart once, she finds herself grateful towards this kinship they have rekindled, even if it had been based upon lies and secrecy. The truth lays between them, unspoken and unacknowledged - of ktis who are certainly not his, and are certainly not shadowclans alone. But a face with a name she had never knwn is inconsequential in the end - a night forgotten if not for its results.

Paws carry the large molly to sit beside the tom, tail flicking slowly - her impassive gaze unwilling to leave the cats who shuffle and mill about, whispers still fresh on their tongues. There is a sharpness in her voice when she speaks - a joy in her tone that pale face doesn't fully show in placid expression. " I always knew I would be someone, " she admits, voice carefully lowered. Head turns to peer at her friend, eyes glittering excitedly. " Leader, " barely more then a whispered breath - a prayer, for all that it is already coming true.

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I - S H O U L D- H A V E- B E E N- B O R N- W I T H-
A -W A R N I N G- L A B E L

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// @Wormwatcher

 

[Wormwatcher]

The announcement from Marblepaw was jarring and wildly unpredictable, it set the clan alight with contradictory energy. No one felt entirely sure of it, rightfully so... Wormwatcher can't blame anyone for doubting Marblepaw's declaration of Ternfrost's starlit future. The hierarchy of Shadowclan has been unstable for many moons, one must be daft if they're not feeling even the smallest amount of trepidation as a new leader ascends to power. But he cares deeply for said new leader. Wormwatcher would never add his voice to the discussion, if he would he would be strictly in support of Ternfrost- Ternstar.

The blue tom stares daggers at those too aggressive in their disapproval, which likely goes entirely unnoticed as he sits shrouded in the shadows casted by the bramble walls. His large ears twitch uneasily as he thinks of the immediate responses to Marblepaw's omen and he grimaces as his thoughts drift to Ferndance's in particular. If only Wormwatcher could learn to take away all his dear friends' grievances. He sniffles, nose scrunching upwards as he pushes aside his worry for his dearest friend. At the perfect moment he swivels his angled head to the side, only to be met with the sight of Ternfrost's approach.

His harsh scowl softens as she sits down, his mouth tilting into a vaguely smug smile. Despite some of his own... misgivings... about Ternfrost's questionable call to leadership he cannot help but feel some giddiness. His friend will be their next leader. The tom opens his maw and the shuts it, deciding instead to let her speak first. Wormwatcher leans in delicately and taps his shoulder against one of her own, so large compared to his fragile frame.

"You've always been something, someone important," he murmurs, but his deep and pensive nod signifies he knows exactly what she means. Ternfrost has not had an easy life, instead it has been speckled with various tragedies and hardships, further marred by a name must like his own; meant to degrade but also remind them of their own parents' transgressions. "Ternstar." He echoes after her, his frown entirely disappearing when he notices a new brightness from her. "It suits you, hmm? This name, you'll carry it well." She has desired power for so long and now it has been been gifted to her. Seeing her path- destiny, some may say- all fall into place right before his very eyes excites him, makes him eager to be apart of her journey.

He does not doubt she will prove herself to them all.

"I will... support you in whatever way I can, hehmm." Wormwatcher's head tilts down slightly as he slouches to ensure their conversation remains private. "I'll be sure to alert you if there is any..." He cocks a brow upwards and snickers, "...any... clear signs of trouble from any disbelievers." The tom's ear rapidly flicks, as though reminding Ternfrost of his tendency to eavesdrop. His pale eyes squint as he scrutinizes Ternfrost to fabricate in his memory a copy of this exact version of her on the precipice of what will be a life changing moment. "I'll be sure to keep a close eye on your kits while you're gone." He clears his throat roughly, gaze slightly adverting after his mention of his not-kin. He's done well not to confuse a mutual favor to be something more- a father- to the kits but he knows just as well as Ternfrost he'd easily do anything to protect the two critters. Time will tell just what lengths he will go to in support of Ternstar.

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something lost and never seen ⋆⁺₊.𖥔 ݁☾⋆⁺𖥔₊.⋆ ──.✦ SOMETHING TAKES A PART OF ME

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  WORMWATCHER
  —— a tall, slender and angular 50% oriental shorthair black/blue chimera with low white with pale blue eyes.
  —— shadowclan warrior
  —— he/him ⋆ homosexual (closeted)
  —— 31 moons ⋆ ages every 10th

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