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⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ They find her alone, not long after the vigil. It is a terrible fate that has beset their family; though StarClan has blessed her with the means to accept it, not all are so lucky. It hurts, nearly as much as the loss, to watch her family grieve time and time again. Halfsun was born mourning, her name a mocking reflection of the molly she killed. It is no wonder that grief sits uncomfortably upon her shoulders. She flees from it, even as it chases her at every turn, digging her her claws into the soft earth and tearing away at the comfort of a grave. She did not offer a goodbye to her sister, and Swansong cannot quite begrudge her for it.
Sympathy swims in pools of blue, their gaze settling upon the bi-colored molly. "Oh, Halfsun..." Their voice is soft as the cool autumn air which weaves through their fur. They do not know what comfort they can offer, but they have no choice but to try. Swansong approaches slowly, settles beside her younger sister. "The stars... they take who they will. It is a cruel thing..." And they know it well. They have no illusions; their reverence is founded upon death itself. They are the caretaker, the comfort to ease the blow.
"But you... You should not have to mourn... So young, so often.." It is not fair, but little in life ever is. A life spent mourning is a life hardly lived; they know better than anyone. "Does it weigh upon you...? I know it must..." The question is almost insulting, and they try their best to ease the blow. "If I can help ease the burden of your heart... Even just by listening, expelling your woes... It is all I would wish," they offer gently, a sad smile pulling at the corner of their mouth.
Sympathy swims in pools of blue, their gaze settling upon the bi-colored molly. "Oh, Halfsun..." Their voice is soft as the cool autumn air which weaves through their fur. They do not know what comfort they can offer, but they have no choice but to try. Swansong approaches slowly, settles beside her younger sister. "The stars... they take who they will. It is a cruel thing..." And they know it well. They have no illusions; their reverence is founded upon death itself. They are the caretaker, the comfort to ease the blow.
"But you... You should not have to mourn... So young, so often.." It is not fair, but little in life ever is. A life spent mourning is a life hardly lived; they know better than anyone. "Does it weigh upon you...? I know it must..." The question is almost insulting, and they try their best to ease the blow. "If I can help ease the burden of your heart... Even just by listening, expelling your woes... It is all I would wish," they offer gently, a sad smile pulling at the corner of their mouth.
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SWANSONG ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, fourteen moons.
➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
➳ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
➳halfshadex smogstar, littermate toapplejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.