NOT A GIRL, NOT A WOLF ✶ journey musings

[GHOSTMASK]

"i wonder when they'll all get back," ghostpaw declares to nobody in particular. technically, she's supposed to be training right now, but there's a certain allure to the formless slump of cats currently monopolizing their territory. that, and lilacfur is ailing and not terribly coherent whenever ghostpaw manages to visit—with the chaos ongoing around them, there's little for her to do anyways. flicking feathery black fur with a magpie sheen over her forehead, heavy-lidded dark eyes glance about.

"it's been nearly a moon and a half," she adds, telltale spikes of pinfeather-black ruffling around her throat. in the absence of the journeying warriors and the lifesaving lungwort, every clan suffers. normally, ghostpaw would not be terribly bothered by this; it doesn't affect her for everyone else to suffer. but when they start bleeding into her camp, her life, with their stinkingly unfamiliar pelts and their wheezing sick, that she takes issue.

she says none of this. instead, ears twitching and beetle-blue eyes slitted with boredom, she concludes with lazy false charm, "hopefully things are going okay up there....."

i found the man who created me ✶ ( and tore him limb from limb )

• open to the burnt sycamore crowd!!

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  ghostpaw ; apprentice of shadowclan
  x. she/her ; 5 moons ; tags
  x. slender black she-cat with white mask & pants and dark blue-black eyes
  x. played by dejavu
  ghostpaw is the charismatic daughter of starlingheart and granitepelt, her mother's lookalike but without her genuine kindness. a falsified sweet demeanour disguises ghostpaw's hunger for power and listless hatred for most cats she meets.

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[POPPYGLOW]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 "Have faith, my friend," the monotone bell of Poppypaw's voice would ring pleasantly beside Ghostpaw, quick to offer reassurances to those with wavering spirits, "The path they walk is lightened by righteousness... They will return safely, we are sure." Their other friend would nod vigorously from their other side in tandem.

Poppypaw tagged along beside her denmate after ... well, they actually had forgotten what Stumpyspots had tasked them with, but they wasted no time worrying about what was lost in the swirling pool of recent-memory. Poppypaw enjoyed the many questions Ghostpaw let flow into the air, she too was driven by a delightful spirit of curiosity.

They hummed, oddly tilting their head a bit to better hear the airy inquirings, "If they return on the full moon, it would be sealed within two whole cycles, " they observed, "One to open, one to close... Would you find that enjoyable?" Poppypaws pale eyes blinked upwards toward her peers dark ones. They personally would find great satisfaction in a double-loop closing of the journey.

Poppypaw's gaze would be tugged away to find something of interest once more, settling on the empty shell of a snail to tap their paw to. Her mind would drift to the only logical next topic of conversation, "I do wonder how many more Starclan will welcome before the cycle is completed..."

PRESENT DAY... ⭑☾༺♰༻☽⭒ ...PRESENT TIME! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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  — poppykit - poppypaw
  — agender they/she. 4mo apprentice of shadowclan
  — ??? ; child.
  — a tiny, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes
  — smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
  — deaf in left ear
  — sounds like lain iwakura, with a flat yet childlike high-pitched tone
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
  — icon by mercurial, fullbody and pixel headshot by dejavu
  — penned by eezy
• disclaimer: poppypaw is not always operating completely within reality! they are affected by some delusions and may see, hear, react to, and interact with things that are not actually there. most notably, she will believe herself to have interactions with starclan as a whole and specifically, the deceased shadowclan apprentice Poppypaw. these are not reflective of ic reality and are not real interactions with starclan or deceased characters! this is not an attempt at powerplaying, godmodding, or metagaming.

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