LUNAR RHAPSODY ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　Swansong has always adored the night sky. The glittering glow of the stars, the pale smile of the moon. She used to whisper to them, as a child, convinced that she could hear their voices as she fell asleep. She hears them still, echoes in her head, the whispers of ghosts. Though her eye has been turned far more often to the stars as of late, tonight it is her dear friend the moon which draws her attention.

Its bloated form blots out the black of void, casting its light upon the dreary marshes. The crickets sing their worship in a quiet choir, and the camp is still.

Her ear swivels at the sound of pawsteps, but she does not turn. A quiet address meets the cat who approaches, a face yet unknown. "Care to join me, dear...?" Her eyes only tear from the sky as Batchaser moves close enough to be seen. She smiles. "Not long now... It's nearly full..." A near-secretive whisper, excited and trilling. She turns her focus back to the night, beckoning with her tail for him to sit.

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

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  SWANSONG　☾　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, seventeen 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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[BATCHASER]

Knuckled pale paws, trudge through the marshy undergrowth. Head tilted up towards the ever - towering trees that reached heights he wished to achieve. The nocturnal beings sing their ever - lovely songs through the dreary marshes, he makes his way through. Hidden eyes slide to the glittering stars overhead, whiplike tail flicking near the ground but not touching it. Ah...

He halts his long, looming form as odd - colored eyes shift to spot Swansong, the former leader's daughter. He hasn't had the opportunity to interact with the... dreamer. Large dark ears swivel, towards the young molly's question. He couldn't decline the offer, that would be quite rude. Head tilted to the side, split - colored maw opens as he speaks. A deep sleepy rumble spilled from his lips. "Ah. Why, of course... I hope... I didn't intrude." He dips his head to the pale tabby, he moves forward with a craned neck tilted towards the glittering sky. "I can't wait... for the moon to show... their grand presence."

Batchaser pauses next to Swansong, letting himself fall onto his stomach, the void of curls at his side press against the ground. He doesn't make a show out of it as he usually should, he is here to relax and bask in the moonlight with a fellow clanmate. The phantom slides his hidden sight toward his beloved moon, and a soft smile curls upon his lips. He had missed being in the comfortable presence of the moon, that's not hidden away behind towering pines.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ ₊⁺ 𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 & 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑷 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms.
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 36 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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