( ☾ ) there's a foreign chill in the air, something foreboding and dangerous. it looms over everything she does now, and she takes a strange comfort in it, despite how ill advisable that may be. the leaves on the willows begin their dance of color, from verdant to golden, now hinting at red, signaling the changing of the seasons, the rising of the tide. there are long dark moons ahead- truly, one should be grateful for the softness of leaf-fall. yet, even as the world beckons change with every new hue, every fallen pine needle and sprinkling of acorns, the smoke warrior stubbornly remains the same. she is stoic in her daily tasks, the attempt to close herself off from the growing darkness of the world leaving her emptier than before.
it goes like this: she's a child who looses everything, just to meet her true family. she's a grown feline who looses everything just to find those she'll end up caring about. she's a mother, a sister, a mentor, a friend. she is all of these things and she feels like she's loosing herself. stretched thin by what she perceives as her rightful duties, the lead warrior has taken a turn for the worse. it's been a while coming, of course, but spiderfall's fall from grace has pushed her over the edge. there is little trace of the formerly optimistic femme as she stalks into camp, a shadow in the darkening twilight. as her evening patrol disperses around her, the feline takes stock of the fresh-kill pile, merely scraps after many warriors have gone to bed. with a soft sigh, she turns, trotting back out into the pale dusk.
her paws guide her to the river, as they most often do, and she sits for a moment, gazing out across the trickling expanse and trying to remember the last time she slept well. likely when poppysplash had shared her nest those days ago. despite the embarrassment upon waking up, willowroot feels no shame with the snow splattered molly. sitting on the pebbly shore, moss hued eyes narrow as she focuses on the water, paws poised to hunt. it's her duty after all. it's what she's good for.
@POPPYSPLASH.
it goes like this: she's a child who looses everything, just to meet her true family. she's a grown feline who looses everything just to find those she'll end up caring about. she's a mother, a sister, a mentor, a friend. she is all of these things and she feels like she's loosing herself. stretched thin by what she perceives as her rightful duties, the lead warrior has taken a turn for the worse. it's been a while coming, of course, but spiderfall's fall from grace has pushed her over the edge. there is little trace of the formerly optimistic femme as she stalks into camp, a shadow in the darkening twilight. as her evening patrol disperses around her, the feline takes stock of the fresh-kill pile, merely scraps after many warriors have gone to bed. with a soft sigh, she turns, trotting back out into the pale dusk.
her paws guide her to the river, as they most often do, and she sits for a moment, gazing out across the trickling expanse and trying to remember the last time she slept well. likely when poppysplash had shared her nest those days ago. despite the embarrassment upon waking up, willowroot feels no shame with the snow splattered molly. sitting on the pebbly shore, moss hued eyes narrow as she focuses on the water, paws poised to hunt. it's her duty after all. it's what she's good for.
@POPPYSPLASH.
( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )
