- Feb 19, 2023
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sacrifice , that's what we do for the people we love .
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The ghostly tom grinned cheekily, paws carefully adding another flower to the brightly colored crown, having asked Jaggedstorm ( and maybe he bribed his father ) into grabbing stealing flowers from the twolegs gardens. Of course, Lostmoon would have loved to join them, but he could barely get up without someone’s help, nearly tipping over on aching paws to eat dirt which often resulted in loud laughter as a worried mate hovered over his frame. Hey! I’m not that fragile!
He might have been a bit depressed ( okay maybe a lot ) when Jaggedstorm ‘died’ nearly sending Lostmoon into a dissociative spiral if it hadn’t been for Mason and Keane—Kaven too when he arrived. But things hadn’t been the same without Adriel or Aleksander ( or Jaggedstorm, but he didn’t like to think about that ), two cats he cared for with his entire being, but watching them be ripped away from him by dogs—Lostmoon shivered. He hated hated dogs. Whoever thought they were a good idea must have had too much catnip. Starclan ( was that how he’s supposed to use that? ) help him if he ever had to face a dog.
Blinking several times, the ghostly tom hummed, bobbing his head to the beat as he worked, adding another brightly colored flower, much larger than the others. With a triumph chirp, the tom held up his greatest creation with a mischievous gleam.
Turning to the nearest cat, Lostmoon chirped. “Hey! Hey! Who do you think would look the silliest with this?” He gestured towards the finished crown, optic crinkling in tandem with the burnt flesh along his other optic. “Oh! Forgot my berries.” He jerked his helm, forgetting he’d been talking to someone to pop a blackberry in his mouth with a satisfied hum. “Right—” He pivoted, nearly tipping over with the sudden movement to stare wide-eyed at the cat he’d been speaking to, grinning eerily.
For things like this, Lostmoon never liked to reveal his actual intentions, biting back a snicker. Besides! What was the fun of that? No stimulation to the mind! An unspeakable crime!
He’d laugh at his own thoughts if that didn’t make him out into a crazy person, although he supposed he was, but he wasn’t that crazy. Hopefully. Blinking, Lostmoon tsked.
He might have been a bit depressed ( okay maybe a lot ) when Jaggedstorm ‘died’ nearly sending Lostmoon into a dissociative spiral if it hadn’t been for Mason and Keane—Kaven too when he arrived. But things hadn’t been the same without Adriel or Aleksander ( or Jaggedstorm, but he didn’t like to think about that ), two cats he cared for with his entire being, but watching them be ripped away from him by dogs—Lostmoon shivered. He hated hated dogs. Whoever thought they were a good idea must have had too much catnip. Starclan ( was that how he’s supposed to use that? ) help him if he ever had to face a dog.
Blinking several times, the ghostly tom hummed, bobbing his head to the beat as he worked, adding another brightly colored flower, much larger than the others. With a triumph chirp, the tom held up his greatest creation with a mischievous gleam.
Turning to the nearest cat, Lostmoon chirped. “Hey! Hey! Who do you think would look the silliest with this?” He gestured towards the finished crown, optic crinkling in tandem with the burnt flesh along his other optic. “Oh! Forgot my berries.” He jerked his helm, forgetting he’d been talking to someone to pop a blackberry in his mouth with a satisfied hum. “Right—” He pivoted, nearly tipping over with the sudden movement to stare wide-eyed at the cat he’d been speaking to, grinning eerily.
For things like this, Lostmoon never liked to reveal his actual intentions, biting back a snicker. Besides! What was the fun of that? No stimulation to the mind! An unspeakable crime!
He’d laugh at his own thoughts if that didn’t make him out into a crazy person, although he supposed he was, but he wasn’t that crazy. Hopefully. Blinking, Lostmoon tsked.
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