- May 19, 2023
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❀༉˖° When the world was cloaked in shadow, it felt so much more quiet Peaceful. Like whatever struggles or hardships the day had to offer was simply gone, and if you pushed it all aside for long enough, it'd feel like all of it was universes away, and you were here, untouched, unbothered. Only the crickets broke the silence of the moorlands, a background noise that was hardly ever taken note of but necessary for the scenery to feel normal and familiar nevertheless.
The crickets, and Heatherpaw.
Peonypaw had thought it'd be a good idea to convince their mentors to let them go and do some late night hunting together, away from prying eyes and numerous hungry mouths looking to do the same, lest they barrel into one another and start a quarrel over nothing but clumsiness. The pair had not gotten the opportunity to do this in what felt like forever, their talks full of soul and feeling that not many others would ever get the chance to hear moons away. So much had happened. So much was happening, all the time, always, everywhere. It was a never-ending cycle that Peonypaw doubted they'd break as long as the Clans existed.
Good, or bad, take your pick.
"It feels like we are the only ones in the world right now," Peonypaw muttered, meaning every word. He tipped his head to glance at Heatherpaw, seeing only one of his mismatched eyes from this angle as they padded on, grass muting the noise. Meaning every word, and yet still feeling somehow off; Peonypaw was looking for answers in the red tabby's flank, as if his stripes would reveal the answers and bless Peonypaw with otherworldly insight.
The crickets, and Heatherpaw.
Peonypaw had thought it'd be a good idea to convince their mentors to let them go and do some late night hunting together, away from prying eyes and numerous hungry mouths looking to do the same, lest they barrel into one another and start a quarrel over nothing but clumsiness. The pair had not gotten the opportunity to do this in what felt like forever, their talks full of soul and feeling that not many others would ever get the chance to hear moons away. So much had happened. So much was happening, all the time, always, everywhere. It was a never-ending cycle that Peonypaw doubted they'd break as long as the Clans existed.
Good, or bad, take your pick.
"It feels like we are the only ones in the world right now," Peonypaw muttered, meaning every word. He tipped his head to glance at Heatherpaw, seeing only one of his mismatched eyes from this angle as they padded on, grass muting the noise. Meaning every word, and yet still feeling somehow off; Peonypaw was looking for answers in the red tabby's flank, as if his stripes would reveal the answers and bless Peonypaw with otherworldly insight.
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@heatherpaw !!