ODETTE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ cygnet's cry

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　Soft paws pad towards the medicine den, softer moss clutched in a pale maw. This place is a familiar comfort for the feline who sweeps her way into the nook, light as mist. She knows it well, this scent of herbs, like a second home. The old reminders of times of illness long-gone fade into something pleasant and hazy, her last moments with her mother spent in perpetual rest. She takes any chance she can to steal away here, never one to put too much emphasis on warrior duties.

What a perfect time she has picked, now. She has heard the whisperings, and seeks a form of cascading ash with a dreamlike certainty. It is not often that the marshborn recieve visitors.

The moss is deposited near the entrance, to be worked into fresh bedding by more attentive paws. Swansong has a far more interesting role to play here. "Hello, stranger..." they breathe, light and breathy into the open air. Curious pools of blue peer down at his curled up form, trail across the wrapping of cobwebs that binds him here. "Your tail..." they murmur, head tilting birdlike in contemplation. "I hope it does not pain you too terribly..." Sympathy pours from their maw, eyes crinkling just a bit in sadness. Whatever terrible deeds he may have commited beyond the clans' borders, she doubts they necessitated such mauling. It is a grisly sight, even obscured by white webbing as it is.

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

• @CYGNET'S CRY
  
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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG　⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, fourteen 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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[CYGNET'S CRY]

His world, a bitter curse, swirled around him. Agony had made a home within him, nestled into all of the missing pieces that had been torn of his body. This was nothing new, surely, and yet his vulnerability and idiocy had been the greatest misfortune of them all.

At Swansong's dreamlike voice, one eye glowing in smoldering animosity trained upon her, rankled into acrimony after the tragedy that had befallen him. Glowering blue, deep-hued as a wine-dark sea, met Swansong's own curious pools of sky-tone. He hated how easily those of the Clans could look down on him now. Prying eyes, woven maws... And he lie at the very heart of the great, sweltering beast. My tail... Yes, I know very well of it. Cygnet's Cry had been tempted to snap at the warrior, if not for the pain that boiled within him like bile infesting his throat, swelling so that he could not speak what he wished. The rogue hardly moved from his place upon the strewn moss, perhaps because he wished naught to see how terribly pitiful he had become in this state. Paws flexed slowly, swimming unsure upon the air that beheld him. Swansong seemed curious, and the smoke point could not attribute any malice to the lilting molly, as though rancor did not make itself known among paisley purls of fleecen fur. Still, his discernment hardly wavered simply because a cat happened to seem nice. There were many cats that were nice, though hardly any that were truly kind. Cygnet's Cry did not believe that the Clan cats held the capability to be unfaultingly kind (not like he, apparently).

"I am fine." He finally rasped, as though the words had festered into gyres upon his tongue, and he ungracefully spat them out as one would with a furball. He did not reassure Swansong - he simply desired to let her and her kind know that such a slavering predator had not killed his soul, had not wounded his spirit so gravely. Ivories gritted as the nomad rolled over, so that he could properly stare upon Swan's form. "What brings you here? Come to marvel at the -" A flurry of coughs roiled from him ungracefully, before the rogue upon stranger's territory continued onwards. "- the outsider on your land?"

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