private No longer kids || Swansong

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Moons ago... Snowpaw had just been, Snowkit, a kit who didn't know who they were at the time, who felt out of place having lost almost everything like their parents, and then had tried to push themselves into complete isolation. That hadn't happened, Swansong, who had just been Swanpaw at the time... and many others had made sure that Snowpaw did not go in such a state and mind. To that he was grateful, and even more grateful to the clan for accepting him as he was now. That molly, that kit who longed for something she did not have was gone, perhaps in a way another dead body within Shadowclan's earth. Yet rose from that isolated molly, came him, someone new, reborn, just as Swansong had been when she too opened to the clan who they truly were.

Seeing the pale molly in the midst of night, the moon's light glowing against her fur while for once the sky was clear, stars glittering in the sky which made him take a soft breath in. Was his parents watching? What of Sweetpaw, Comfreypaw and Nettlepaw? Were they there too? Apprentices amongst his rank who never saw the day of their warriorhood, something Snowpaw wished never to of happen to him. "Do you think... if they were here, they would be proud of us for being honest to who we are?" he asked the other, through the silence and through the croaks of frogs, it was an honest and fair question and one that was with curiousity. "When you came out... I thought you were brave, and I still do. Telling the clan what you truly are isn't... easy it feels like, even if you know they'll accept you" he expressed softly before looking up to the stars once more, enjoying the clear skies they had while it lasted.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 8 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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@Swansong

 

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　The process of rebirth is a beautiful thing. Metamorphosis, reinvention... Swansong has experienced it herself, in quiet moments and hesitant words - and now she gets to see it in another. She remembers young Snowkit, an isolated little creature, near unrecognizable to the tom who stands before her now. The moonlight glints of the pale of the pair's pelts and she smiles, soft and warm as its gentle glow. "I'm certain," comes the elder's response to Snowpaw's question. He needs not clarify who he thinks of, though the names are perhaps too numerous to distinguish which. The unspoken presence of the dead hums through the air. "They are proud, they must be... Watching us now, I have no doubt their hearts are warmed by it." Like Smogmaw had said when she had made her own announcement; she thinks of his words, of her mother's proud gaze, in her quietest and most sentimental of moments.

Brave feels a strange word to describe the change that the both of them have made. Honest fits better, yet... She knows there is bravery there too. Timid little Swankit would never have had the courage to even look inside themself, much less say that they are not as others see them. "It isn't easy, no..." they agree, but what ever is? Snowpaw looks so young, and she is certain that there is a courage to his own announcement. "And I think the same of you. To see you here before me, a new tom... I am proud too. I hope that such a thing is not presumptuous to say... But it is honest, at the least." Her words are soft.

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

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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG　⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, thirteen moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, 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.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Yellow eyes soften as he heard the words of Swansong, the certainty in thought and words that those who were long past were proud of them. Of course he was sure the relief some of their former friends must feel to see Swansong and her siblings graduate into warriors instead of being cursed to become another blood stain within the marsh's land. The tip of his ear twitched.

He looked back to the molly before him with a gentle look in his yellow gaze. Hearing them agree to his words and to express how proud they had been. "Of course its not presumptuous to say. And...I do want to say congratulations of finally becoming a warrior, in this marshland thats not an easy feat" he expressed slightly before shifting to look back at the night sky while a light sigh came from his lips.

"If you were to tell your younger self that you were truly a molly, do you think they'd believe you? Or... do you think they'd doubt what you tell them?" he asked the other curiously, he knew for certain that little snowkit the one who had so much confidence in thinking they knew who they were wouldn't of believed him.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 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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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　The talk of the dead slips away, on to warriorhood. Pride and congratulations. Kindness met with kindness; there is a gentle glow to Swansong's eyes as they meet the younger's, crinkled with the edge of smile. "Ah, thank you..." she murmurs in a soft breath, slightly abashed. "Only a few moons more and you'll be joining me, mm?" She has no doubt that Snowpaw will grasp warriorhood with both paws - should the cruelty of the marshes not claim him first, that is. He's a sturdy young tom, steadfast. She held doubts about her own assessment, but the same reservations do not come at the thought of his.

They are different, she knows. She has never had so much drive; she finds it now a fluttering thing, fragile as moths' wings. A waxing sort of courage, a delicate sort of devotion. She had been so aimless, in her younger moons. A soft hum greets Snowpaw's question. "I think..." The words trail off, hold for a moment in midair. They breath a soft laugh, thinking of their drowsy, directionless younger self. "Hah, I don't think little Swankit ever thought about it... They would believe me, but..." A tilt of their head. "I am not sure that is a good thing. I was... impressionable. I was what I was told to be. I am happy that I could figure it out for myself, instead..." There's comfort in knowing that the realization was her own. So few things in her life have been, adrift in a sea of boggy tragedy and half-dreaming steps. This, at least, is hers.

She casts a sly side-eye to the apprentice. He has always held that spark she is just now finding, that resolute sense of certainty in oneself. "Something tells me you would not have been the same. Always the spirited one, haven't you been?" There's amusement in the promoting. Little Snowkit was much too stubborn, nowhere near the malleable creature of featherlight clouds that Swankit had been.

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

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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG　⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, thirteen moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, 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.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] He listened to the pale warrior's word with a nod while a soft look played in his yellow gaze. In 3 moons time, he too would retrieve his warriorname, something that weighed like a stone in his chest. He'll be making his parents proud of course, but the wish for them to be there to witness him become one stung more than ever, but also the worrying thought that he might make it to warriorhood too set heavily in his mind which made a gentle soft sigh come from his lips. "I only hope, that Starclan doesn't take me before that time comes. Everyone... who had almost become a warrior except a few never make it, I only prey to them that I can make my ma and pa proud" he said softly, even if they were proud of him now. Gaining one's full name was an achievement in a life such as Shadowclan's.

His gaze flicked to the other while a gentle smile played on his lips, trying not to think of those worrying thoughts that ate at his own mind. He normally was so...guarded, keeping his emotions in check, which was something fairly common in Shadowclan but, Swansong was a friend and he felt comfortable to allow his emotions to come to light. "Then, they would have still figured it out for themselves even if she had accepted your words for it" he spoke gently before looking back at his own paws with a nod.

"I thought as a kit I knew who I was, so I'm sure Snowkit would have been in deep denial of who he was until coming to terms with it eventually like I had to" he said gently, which was true. Birdpaw had been the one to bring the question to light, even if at the time it had felt like a strange question, without it, he was sure he wouldn't of figured out up until he was a warrior, or still lived a lie, and in a belief of being someone he wasn't.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 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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