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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　She glimpses him in the dim of the warrior's den, an ever-familiar face. Time has closed the gap between Swansong and Snowlark. It feels like not long ago that they were in separate dens, not long ago that she was an apprentice and he a kit. Time is a funny thing for Swansong. She cannot imagine him as anything but what he is now - and yet it feels like no time has passed since their first meeting. How long now, has he been a warrior? Her father had named him, and yet the days bleed and bleed into a syrupy haze. She blinks, refocuses on the now.

A slow-spreading smile creeps across her face as her swaying strides lengthen. "Ah, Snowlark...!" She steps in time with him as he leaves the den, offering a nod in greeting. It has been too long since they've spoken, she realizes belatedly. "How... How has warriorhood been treating you, hm...?" She hums softly, inclining her head and perking her ears as she walks with him.

‎‎┌── WE FOUND TWO DEAD SWANS ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND FILLED THEIR BODIES WITH FLOWERS ──┐‎

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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.
  ➳ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] To Snowlark, it was a strange thought to know he was now once more an equal to Swansong, despite them being much older still, he had been a kit while Swansong, a paw. A child to their now lost leader and yet Snowlark had always found a friendship amongst the pale phantom of the molly. And, it was still a strange feeling to find himself in the comfort of the warrior's den, sometimes he felt like he still was a 'paw, sneaking into a den where he did not belong just yet.

When he saw the pale figure of his friend greet him once he left the den a soft smile danced on his lips, beginning to move in stride next to the other. When had they grown? It felt like time itself had blended by now. "Swansong" he greeted warmly to her before focusing on what she had to say next, allowing his mind to wander a bit with a slight hum and a tilt of his head while he thought for a moment and then came up an answer for the molly. "Well. Honestly, it's still an odd feeling to know I'm a warrior now. Did you feel odd when you first came a warrior?" he asked the other warrior, eyes fluttering to meet Swansong's blue eyes.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 14 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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