LEFT THE LIGHTS ON FOR YOU [ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ] SHARPSHADOW

[Halfsun]

Her mentor is dying. The thought alone makes her throat dry, swallowing becomes a chore, and she must busy herself in order not to fall apart. Starlingheart (stars rest her soul) and Marblepaw probably grew weary of having to shoo her off all the time, but they graciously took the gifts she had left. Wet bundles of moss, prey, scraps of useless guesses at herbs. She was no medicine cat, but watching Sharpshadow be taken by an enemy with no claws or teeth was frightening. How was she meant to protect against something she could not fight or even see? She does care about Sharpshadow, as much as she loathes to admit it. Despite his initial reluctance, he had been her mentor. He had guided her, taught her how to be. That couldn't just be for nothing.

So it's another day of bringing her old mentor prey, the hopes of better news making her heart clench in her chest every stars damned time. Please let him get better, I need him still. Please. she prays when no one is looking. (She cannot be seen by her clan-mates begging after all.) And today, those prayers had been answered for instead of turning away, their still too young medicine cat lets her into the den.

"Here. Marblepaw asked me to bring this for you." she says, dropping her catch at Sharpshadows paws and hoping the aforementioned molly is too busy with whatever to correct her. That Sharpshadow had been too delirious to remember her mismatched eyes peering at him from the entrance of the cave. "So when are you coming on patrols again? " she asks casually, as if she had not been nearly in a nest next to him with how much she had been worried, as if he was just recovering from a minor wound and not coming back from the brink of death.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) smile for me when you set me free

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  HALFSUN SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, AND LAURELGRIN
  

  A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.

  ✦ Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter
  

 

[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow lifts his head to the thump at his paws. A dark head lifts to the sight of prey lain at his paws. Further still, to the pale coat of his former apprentice. There was nothing special about Halfsun that made him prickle beneath her gaze. No... he would look this way to anyone. Miserable, probably. Not like that was a symptom of sickness... A symptom of ShadowClan, more like. Halfsun doesn't spare her a smile, not like he deserved much of one.

" I dunno, " his answer is lame. Dunno is some nebulous time between a quarter moon and never. Marblepaw had gawked, sure... but Sharpshadow wouldn't set himself up for failure. He still clears his throat after speaking. He still breathes too loudly... It'd be easy to imagine an unclogging of his lungs this slight. " I might not. " He won't cling onto what's barely a foothold. A dull gaze keeps away from mismatched blues. " You won't... have to hear my coughing anymore if that happens. " It comes out more bitter than he thinks he meant it to be... He's not entirely sure. As if it were a punchline, a cough rattles his ribs. It's dry this time, though.

" ...I'm not hungry, " she finally sniffs. " You sh-should give this to someone else. " She's taken enough, already. With a blustering sigh, her jaw lays itself atop a cavernous floor.​

 

[Halfsun]

She has to suppress the roll of her eyes just begging to be set free at his attitude. Dramatic as ever she thinks, but she supposes that its a good sign that he feels good enough to be so, well, him. "Oh cmon, you're gunna be just fine" she says, but she cannot hide the way she flinches at those dry coughs. Did she need water? Should Halfsun go and get some? She bites her lip and shuffles her paws, trying her best not to give away her apprehension. "At least you don't sound like you're going to cough up half the swamp anymore" she observes, trying her best to be positive but her words feel flat. Why can't I just admit I was worried?

"Don't give me that" she norts at his refusal to eat, actually giving in to the desire to roll her eyes again "You haven't eaten in days!" she knows, because she had watched from the den as Marblepaw and Starlingheart had tried to coax food and water into her mentors mouth. Too weak to eat.. she had heard them mutter, well she looked much stronger now. "If it helps, I could chew your food for you and spit it back up. Like a baby bird!" She offers, a teasing smile creeping into the corners of her maw.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) smile for me when you set me free

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  HALFSUN SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, AND LAURELGRIN
  

  A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.

  ✦ Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter
  

 

[SHARPSHADOW]

It's funny how Halfsun's demeanor barely changed at all between his near-certain, and suddenly now-uncertain death. " I guess StarClan sent you visions of my recovery sunrises ago... A sh-sharp shadow stretching toward the warriors den, maybe? " she grouses. Though... Halfsun scuffles her paws in a way that says that isn't true... Uh, never mind the most obvious reasons why it couldn't be. Yes... it's a blessing upon Halfsun's sensitive ears, that Sharpshadow's own lungs weren't trying to drown him, he's sure... " Uh-huh, " comes out in a grunt, about as sweet on the ears as a crow's call. " I bet they'd find it real funny to fool us both. " He wouldn't believe anything until he knew it for certain. Not anymore.

Her voice grates on her without her even being sick. That hasn't changed in... how many moons, now? He fears for the kind of spiral he might have if he starts thinking about their ages for too long... Sharpshadow, at least, is plenty experienced in being hungry. " Yeah. It's Leaf-bare, " he reminds. " I'm pretty lucky to not be hungry right now. " Y'know, ignoring... everything else. The offer makes him grimace. Some small move is made to recoil away from her. " Shockingly, the promise of Halfsun-spit-slop isn't restoring my appetite, " he deadpans.

SHE SAID THAT I MAKE EXPRESSIONS LIKE HIM ♱ [ MY LEGS TO MY SHOULDERS AND MY CHIN ]

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  SHARPSHADOW ♱ SHADOWCLAN DEPUTY. HE - HIM - SHE - HER
  A large, scrappy feline with pessimism seemingly baked into his bones. It's clear she doesn't make much of an effort to maintain herself, though the namesake of her coat would likely stand out either way.

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! This mf is mentally ill

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[Halfsun]

A huff of near-amusement leaves her nose, but her eyes are likely to betray her, the secret she wants to hold close to her chest. That she had been afraid. If Sharpshadow looked at her too long she would notice the way her eyelids sagged from lack of sleep, the red rimming them from tears shed at the thought that she might lose another piece of herself along with his passing. She turns away slightly so he doesn't notice in the dim light. "More like I found a soggy leaf this morning in your old nest. Knew it was a sign of your immanent recovery and instantly came here." deflecting with humor is what she did best, after all. But he was right, wasn't he? The stars loved to play their games with the living.

And he's right again. They are lucky to have any prey in leaf-bare, lucky there is anything left after it had almost all gone to the nursery. But Halfsun would have fought tooth and claw for this measly scrap to bring to the medicine cats den. "No? Well then you better start eating or it's what you're getting" she says, pushing the mouse towards him once again, relentless in her efforts to just get this stubborn fool to eat.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) smile for me when you set me free

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  HALFSUN SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, AND LAURELGRIN
  

  A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.

  ✦ Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter
  

 

[SHARPSHADOW]

" Wow. " He wasn't sure if Halfsun's vision was more, or less creative. " ...Marblepaw should make you her apprentice. " It's something like a joke, though it crawls its way across her skin in a way that a joke certainly wouldn't have. It's regrettable, the name attached to the Medicine Cat. His bile tastes bitter. He's sure the leftover fluid in his lungs didn't fare much better. Pushy is what this was, and it was a demand made by someone who notably, wasn't a Medicine cat. Not yet, anyways. Whatever her prerogative, it was annoying. " The waste of prey will be on you, not me. "

...And they sound just the same, he realizes. Slinging cynicism back and forth, dousing the flames of any conversation that could possibly matter. It's the definition of worthless, and StarClan, was this her fault? " I hope I didn't teach you to be this annoying. " she says at last. As much as she'd like to pin the blame on Smogstar, something knowing settles in her belly. It's not a good feeling.

Just to put an end to it all, Sharpshadow relunctantly scrapes the prey back toward him. The bite he takes at last is unenthused. As loud and obnoxiously as he could possibly manage, he chews. " There, are you happy now? " The thing is too scrawny for him to even make a terrible show of it... " Dry and stringy, just the way I like it. " ...Routine falls back in to place too-easily.

SHE SAID THAT I MAKE EXPRESSIONS LIKE HIM ♱ [ MY LEGS TO MY SHOULDERS AND MY CHIN ]

• OOC: . . .

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  SHARPSHADOW ♱ SHADOWCLAN DEPUTY. HE - HIM - SHE - HER
  A large, scrappy feline with pessimism seemingly baked into his bones. It's clear she doesn't make much of an effort to maintain herself, though the namesake of her coat would likely stand out either way.

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! This mf is mentally ill

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