pafp SLAY, BESTIE! ↺ woeful

[MOORBLOSSOM]

Through the passing of her mentor, the girl's senses were imbued with a newfound duality of contrasting perceptions. Grief came initially, burrowing a far-reaching chasm into the depths of her gut. Insatiable and consuming, this strange feeling punctured a proverbial hole into her spirit and left her eyes a little less bright, her ears a little less attentive to the world around her. Intertwined with this grief was doubt. A doubt most severe, most invidious, like thorny vines enwrapping the roots of her faith. It tainted her memories of the frost-touched tom with hints of suspicion, and cast a cloud of skepticism over the bond she thought they shared.

Is Tigerfrost's spirit among those woven into the blanket of the night sky, she would wonder. Should he sit among the starry constellations, a whisper in the cosmic winds, would he bother with watching the lands below? Does his transition to StarClan detach him from any care he once held for her? The answers elude Moorpaw, and that she may never know them left an indelible mark of sadness on her innermost self.

Her chin rests atop folded paws, the tip of her tail grazing against low-lying branches of the gorse wall. It is in the far reaches of camp where she can wallow without drawing unneeded attention; as a staunch WindClan cat, Moorpaw prefers to conceal any vulnerability she may exhibit, especially after witnessing how stoic her clanmates were in these times of adversity. Sootstar would want it this way, and her father would want it this way, too. And even with the doubts she held harboured about him, Moorpaw is certain Tigerfrost would want it that way as well.

// @whitepaw ​

 

[whitedawn]

Grief was an emotion that came in various forms. While most of Windclan was able to process their grief more silently, Whitepaw always had difficulty hiding the extreme negatives of her emotions. Though part of it could be that she never fully processed grief in her younger years. Tigerfrost's loss was different than when Juniperfrost had passed away moons ago, as Whitepaw was more familiar with Moorpaw's mentor than Spiderbloom's former mate. Though, there was no denying that if this grief was painful for her, it must be almost agony for Moorpaw. While Whitepaw wasn't super close to Moorpaw, and didn't fully connect with the ebony apprentice, she was open to offering comfort. Carrying a small bit of prey, rose-hued eyes that were well adjusted to the starlit darkness scanned the camp before spotting the ebony apprentice. Approaching on silent steps, she set the prey down by the other girl. She wouldn't be surprised if her attempts at comfort were rejected, but it didn't mean she shouldn't try. "Moorpaw? How are you feeling?" She spoke softly. While at minimum, they shared similar attitudes, Moorpaw was different than Adderpaw in her eyes, and Whitepaw knew how to talk to her prickly best friend. What was a good way to speak to one of his sisters though? Only time would tell.​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[BLUEFROST]

Moorpaw is the most annoying of Bluepaw’s siblings, but lately that fire has been dampened. Tigerfrost’s death has led to the black she-cat trudging about camp with a dull look glazed over olive eyes. She can hardly stand to see her eldest littermate mope about in such a way. Surely she must know the time for grieving is over. There can only be so many tears over a cat who walks among the stars, after all. It’s not as though she won’t ever see him again.

The small gray she-cat watches Whitepaw approach with a bit of fresh-kill, a peace offering of sorts. Bluepaw flicks her ears and sighs before padding delicately to where the two of them sit. “I do hope the mouse puts the pep back into your step,” she says with unintentional callousness. “You’ve hardly been yourself.” There’s less sympathy in her voice than there is judgment.

✧ INFO.

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  — bluekit . bluepaw
  — she/her, apprentice of windclan
  — bisexual ; single
  — long-haired blue she-cat with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — art by Meg

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