- Jun 11, 2023
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❀‿ Lupinepaw's paws slow, bogged down as if wading through pine sap and shifting moor-sand, and she nearly pivots when she sees her.
Mouth goes dry, paws turn to ice, and the pit in her stomach drops to pull upon her heart once more. She knew that Blazestar's death would be felt heavily tonight, beneath the bright moonlight when Orangestar announced it before the other clans for the first time. But, she had nearly forgotten everything else. The bodies, ripped and flayed, only one given a name and a proper burial, the other to be dragged to some forgotten edge of the forest, gutted and small. Her mother spared by mere coincidence, curled now in Dawnglare's den, shaken and so so far away from being the cat she knew. Everything was ruined. Everything was ruined, and looking upon her small face was a chilling reminder of it.
Her paws kept moving, she barely felt the cold ground beneath them. It is will alone that floats her toward the grey molly.
"Hi, Cottonpaw," She says softly as she halts before her, "it's been a while."
She feels around for a cold feeling in her chest, that sharp-edged knife that Crowpaw seemed to wield so easily. She feels around for the burning feeling of resentment, something ugly and venomous, vengefulness. She finds neither, and is left with all the familiar soft fleshy feelings she's ever felt. Also, sadness, but this was to be expected. Lupinepaw acknowledged that there was probably an ocean's deep of horror she could never fathom, her sadness was the pedestrian sort. That was okay.
She reaches a paw toward the other's shoulder, brushing off a stray bit of grass stuck to plush fur and lowers herself into a comfortable crouch, a habit taken from kithood when she hit her growth spurt early and wilted in embarrassment at being so visible all the time. Today, it was a simple display of politeness, Cottonpaw was so tiny... She found it oddly—or perhaps not so oddly—easy to bare a small smile and blink in genuine interest, "Soo... How are you doing?"
Mouth goes dry, paws turn to ice, and the pit in her stomach drops to pull upon her heart once more. She knew that Blazestar's death would be felt heavily tonight, beneath the bright moonlight when Orangestar announced it before the other clans for the first time. But, she had nearly forgotten everything else. The bodies, ripped and flayed, only one given a name and a proper burial, the other to be dragged to some forgotten edge of the forest, gutted and small. Her mother spared by mere coincidence, curled now in Dawnglare's den, shaken and so so far away from being the cat she knew. Everything was ruined. Everything was ruined, and looking upon her small face was a chilling reminder of it.
Her paws kept moving, she barely felt the cold ground beneath them. It is will alone that floats her toward the grey molly.
"Hi, Cottonpaw," She says softly as she halts before her, "it's been a while."
She feels around for a cold feeling in her chest, that sharp-edged knife that Crowpaw seemed to wield so easily. She feels around for the burning feeling of resentment, something ugly and venomous, vengefulness. She finds neither, and is left with all the familiar soft fleshy feelings she's ever felt. Also, sadness, but this was to be expected. Lupinepaw acknowledged that there was probably an ocean's deep of horror she could never fathom, her sadness was the pedestrian sort. That was okay.
She reaches a paw toward the other's shoulder, brushing off a stray bit of grass stuck to plush fur and lowers herself into a comfortable crouch, a habit taken from kithood when she hit her growth spurt early and wilted in embarrassment at being so visible all the time. Today, it was a simple display of politeness, Cottonpaw was so tiny... She found it oddly—or perhaps not so oddly—easy to bare a small smile and blink in genuine interest, "Soo... How are you doing?"
- OOC: @cottonpaw
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lupinekit. lupinepaw
— trans she/her. 10mo apprentice of skyclan. mentored by dandelionwish, padding after falconpaw
— bobbie x duke. littermate to crowpaw & drowsypaw
— a tall, pretty, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
— smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
— "speech", thoughts, attack
— fullbody by pikaihao and funnyguy by pin
— penned by eezy