- Oct 4, 2022
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Often it felt as if trying to recall memories from a time before ShadowClan was a bit like trying to remember a dream from a quarter moon ago. There is an idea of it, that she has a mother, and she has brothers, but the details are slim. A scent, a sound, will bring it to the forefront of Loam's mind, but trying to grasp it, to well and truly remember, was about as easy as pouncing on the shadows cast by her ears. In both cases, bafflingly, holding her head to different angles doesn't help.
She remembers musty dens, sometimes.
Loam doesn't think she had any friends, before.
Camp bustles with the same activity as an anthill-- cats moving about, carrying prey or moss from one place to another, or they sit close and gossip in such a tone that leaves Loam with the knowledge that they will fall silent were she to pass too closely, only to resume again with the same intensity once she was beyond ear-reach. Even still, some cats sit by themselves, faces dour or brooding or pensive. ShadowClan is impossibly both nothing like Loam has ever known and the foundation for every stable memory she has.
Loam likes to think she has a good impression of the whole of ShadowClan. There is someone she doesn't know well, or even at all.
"You're quiet," Loam says as she sidles next to Siltpaw. She looks unassuming, skinny and earthy, with a spidercrawl of white on her face, "Did y-yuh-you know that w-wuh-we are both na-named after earth-stuff? Pretty co-coooooooooo-ool right?"
Then, without preamble, Loam adds, "Are y-you actua-ackt-a-uh... really siblings with Granitepaw?"
@Siltcloud.
She remembers musty dens, sometimes.
Loam doesn't think she had any friends, before.
Camp bustles with the same activity as an anthill-- cats moving about, carrying prey or moss from one place to another, or they sit close and gossip in such a tone that leaves Loam with the knowledge that they will fall silent were she to pass too closely, only to resume again with the same intensity once she was beyond ear-reach. Even still, some cats sit by themselves, faces dour or brooding or pensive. ShadowClan is impossibly both nothing like Loam has ever known and the foundation for every stable memory she has.
Loam likes to think she has a good impression of the whole of ShadowClan. There is someone she doesn't know well, or even at all.
"You're quiet," Loam says as she sidles next to Siltpaw. She looks unassuming, skinny and earthy, with a spidercrawl of white on her face, "Did y-yuh-you know that w-wuh-we are both na-named after earth-stuff? Pretty co-coooooooooo-ool right?"
Then, without preamble, Loam adds, "Are y-you actua-ackt-a-uh... really siblings with Granitepaw?"
@Siltcloud.
tags ∘ shadowclan apprentice ∘ solid black with hazel eyes ∘ curled front foot ∘ 5 moons
