ONE MAN'S TRASH ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ buzzardpaw

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Swansong has never been much of a collector herself, far too removed from the material world to find much pleasure in it. Still, she understands that such a sentiment is not shared by her clanmates. ShadowClan is a den of hoarders, and the detached molly can still find joy in guiding them to new treasures.

"Ah, Buzzardpaw...! Come, come..." She calls, with a sweep of her tail. Their hunting has not gone well - in terms of prey, at least. She is certain that the apprentice could use a distraction. A careful paw brushes away snow, revealing a tiny jawbone sitting in the snowdrift. She smiles as the apprentice approaches. This, she can appreciate; Swansong has always found beauty in the morbid. "Pristine, is it not...? Can you tell... what animal left it for us?" It is harder without the whole skull, but a jutting fang reveals its origins. Rat. Her eyes slide over to look at the apprentice, curious if he has noticed as well.

I FELL ASLEEP WITH A VISION ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND I ALMOST PULLED IT THROUGH‎

• @BUZZARDPAW.
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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 20 moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired 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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[BUZZARDPAW.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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it finds itself staring at nothing. it's not really doing much for the clan, but it can't be bothered either. it's claws gently make work of old moss beneath its paws, possessively gripping onto it before its ears perk right up at the sound of someone nearby. swansong. buzzardpaw likes this cat, who's known for its affinity of honesty and slight morbidity that buzzardpaw appreciated. its nose twitches as she speaks and it decides to follow without a fuss.

"its n...ice."

the possessiveness that teeters within her brain makes her pace for a bit around the skull, sniffing curiously before circling it one last time and then sitting and getting closer. her head tilts as she tries to figure it out and then it clicks... she knows this skull. she only wished she could have saved the one that shriketalon's father stole.

"its a rat. ca...n i have it?"
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