- Aug 20, 2023
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"Honey! Honey! Wait for meeee!" Came the little squeak of the soot-grey molly, like the lithe spoor of the wildfire's walk, the ashes that fluttered upon destruction's wake. She was but a specter to her more boisterous clanmates, if that could even be attributed to the glum nature of those who made their home in the swamp. 'Little Ghost' was what they tacked onto her, though she much preferred the name her mother called her. Chervilkit. Cher-vil-kit. She swore she must have been named that after 'Little Ghost.'
Still, tiny paws pitter-pattered against the peaty ground, like the soft song of the drizzling rain, the background refrain to a much louder and raucous world. Even the meekest of melodies deserved merit, she figured. As blind as her naivete was her forbearance, for what else could she do but forgive what she did not understand? I forgive you!, chirped the porcelain girl to the wind that blew without cause. I forgive you!, called the featherweight molly to the larger titans that bumped her aside. I forgive you!, Chervilkit mewed to a sister without heed to spare. The shadow to the sun, the gloaming to the glow. That's okay, Chervilkit reasoned. I don't mind being a shadow if I get to spend time with my big sister.
Dull mint-green eyes swam along the furls of Honeypaw's pelt, as though they had been plucked from the dawn, strings intro tapestries from the molten morning. It was certainly much more vibrant than the swamplands around them, for the shadows clung to the rough flesh of the pine and the night overstayed its sordidly-undue welcome. It was Shadowclan's birthright, after all. Even varnished pitches seemed to embrace themselves upon Chervil's own statue, revenant and retentive of the haunts that came before. A wraith of a girl, with none of the wrath.
And suddenly, Chervilkit found herself upon the cold earth. The same floor that led her step and hugged at velour pawpads now deigned her to her doom. The despondent kitten barely even noticed she had fallen until the outstretched palm of the dirt cushioned her with no penance. Owwww.
She glanced backwards and saw that an errant root reared a crimped limb in her stead, as though some horned beast that stood upon some mawkish-heroic path of derring-do. Chervil hadn't even seen it, when had it gotten there? Perhaps it had simply emerged then, in a blinding flash of white-hot misfortune. She wasn't often graced with luck, was she? Forever the fool with a fracture in her footfall and a fog in her fantasies. She wasn't any match for the great beast that was the knoll.
The kitten's fur soaked in all of the mud's glory and triumph as if the filth was far too eager to mar her tortie-colored coat, sinking wet and smeared talons into the purity of stupidity. A 'waaaah' softly rolled out of velvet lips, as though it would summon her sister back to her. "Wahh! Wait for me, please!" She mewled a mere susurration now. A folly of a meadowlark's monotone, the throes of a little ghost.
( @honeypaw & please wait for them to respond :3 )
Still, tiny paws pitter-pattered against the peaty ground, like the soft song of the drizzling rain, the background refrain to a much louder and raucous world. Even the meekest of melodies deserved merit, she figured. As blind as her naivete was her forbearance, for what else could she do but forgive what she did not understand? I forgive you!, chirped the porcelain girl to the wind that blew without cause. I forgive you!, called the featherweight molly to the larger titans that bumped her aside. I forgive you!, Chervilkit mewed to a sister without heed to spare. The shadow to the sun, the gloaming to the glow. That's okay, Chervilkit reasoned. I don't mind being a shadow if I get to spend time with my big sister.
Dull mint-green eyes swam along the furls of Honeypaw's pelt, as though they had been plucked from the dawn, strings intro tapestries from the molten morning. It was certainly much more vibrant than the swamplands around them, for the shadows clung to the rough flesh of the pine and the night overstayed its sordidly-undue welcome. It was Shadowclan's birthright, after all. Even varnished pitches seemed to embrace themselves upon Chervil's own statue, revenant and retentive of the haunts that came before. A wraith of a girl, with none of the wrath.
And suddenly, Chervilkit found herself upon the cold earth. The same floor that led her step and hugged at velour pawpads now deigned her to her doom. The despondent kitten barely even noticed she had fallen until the outstretched palm of the dirt cushioned her with no penance. Owwww.
She glanced backwards and saw that an errant root reared a crimped limb in her stead, as though some horned beast that stood upon some mawkish-heroic path of derring-do. Chervil hadn't even seen it, when had it gotten there? Perhaps it had simply emerged then, in a blinding flash of white-hot misfortune. She wasn't often graced with luck, was she? Forever the fool with a fracture in her footfall and a fog in her fantasies. She wasn't any match for the great beast that was the knoll.
The kitten's fur soaked in all of the mud's glory and triumph as if the filth was far too eager to mar her tortie-colored coat, sinking wet and smeared talons into the purity of stupidity. A 'waaaah' softly rolled out of velvet lips, as though it would summon her sister back to her. "Wahh! Wait for me, please!" She mewled a mere susurration now. A folly of a meadowlark's monotone, the throes of a little ghost.
( @honeypaw & please wait for them to respond :3 )