- Jul 28, 2024
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the sun dissipates beyond the hungry black nettles, dipping beneath the jutting horizon and dousing the land in swathes of black. it feels safer, easier on the eyes in this late twilight — eases into the shadows alongside sharpshadow and allowing abyssal features meld with the shadows, illuminating only the delicate striping of dovesoft curls at the lead’s side. its long - knotched body is coiled loosely around the pile of ribboned bone shards, bits and pieces of meat running red like the fleeting dusk and thinly - furred head turned towards a sky beginning to dot with twinkling life. leaffall wind weaves through the barren trees and a plush tail comes to wrap its lilywoven flank, nestling into familiar velvet comfort, ” it won’t be much longer — until they arrive. “ its a gentle, ghostly whisper ; overcrowded teeth gnaw on colorless bottom lip, turning his eyes away from the emerging heavens towards . . the one in charge. it’s maw trembles kindly despite the undercurrent of nerves that laces it’s throat in wire, ” do you — do you think . . that they’ll return a -star? “ they could retrieve a warning instead, maybe . . an omen, a dream, a tell of where to find him. something. or they could not.
it’s a dreary thought. a repetitive thought. she feels the ache of loss all the same . . sharpshadow, it imagines, feels it most.
it switches tactics. stretching out ivory - mitted paws and sinking thistlethorn claws into the soft earth to drag himself closer, conspiratorially, towards its companion. night gleams oilblack eyes a curious amber along severe, jagged features, ” i’m sure . . that salamandersnap would be pleased. “ voice like chitin and chattering mandibles, a bashful purr that lifts his chin with a slow blink of amusement. gossip. it was a beaming light and he a lowly moth ; hypocritical, it knows. it was just like mother, ” she had her hide served to her, for what she said the other day. asking who we think they’ll name deputy, crowing about it being what’s best for the clan . . all loud enough for mirepurr to hear. shouted at me, even, “ a petulant lip comes to pout dramatically. she’d been silenced quick enough by lilacfur, ferndance, thrasherthroat . . it looks to its paws, almost embarrassed, as if scolded for the way it’s heart still skittered like a frightened beetle about his rib cage when he thought of them. it’s throat clears, twiddling pearlescent claws with warm ears when sapish eyes fix upon her again, rolling fragile shoulders, ” she seems eager, is all. “ eager to say smogmaw is gone, eager to urge mirepurr into power . . and seemed to have her tail all up in knots while so.
it’s a dreary thought. a repetitive thought. she feels the ache of loss all the same . . sharpshadow, it imagines, feels it most.
it switches tactics. stretching out ivory - mitted paws and sinking thistlethorn claws into the soft earth to drag himself closer, conspiratorially, towards its companion. night gleams oilblack eyes a curious amber along severe, jagged features, ” i’m sure . . that salamandersnap would be pleased. “ voice like chitin and chattering mandibles, a bashful purr that lifts his chin with a slow blink of amusement. gossip. it was a beaming light and he a lowly moth ; hypocritical, it knows. it was just like mother, ” she had her hide served to her, for what she said the other day. asking who we think they’ll name deputy, crowing about it being what’s best for the clan . . all loud enough for mirepurr to hear. shouted at me, even, “ a petulant lip comes to pout dramatically. she’d been silenced quick enough by lilacfur, ferndance, thrasherthroat . . it looks to its paws, almost embarrassed, as if scolded for the way it’s heart still skittered like a frightened beetle about his rib cage when he thought of them. it’s throat clears, twiddling pearlescent claws with warm ears when sapish eyes fix upon her again, rolling fragile shoulders, ” she seems eager, is all. “ eager to say smogmaw is gone, eager to urge mirepurr into power . . and seemed to have her tail all up in knots while so.
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i. PLEASE WAIT FOR @SHARPSHADOW IM SO SORRY SAL.
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LOONFACE
———————HE / IT / SHE, WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN. MOCKINGBIRDCRY xxFATHER. 23 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE CRUSHED FLOWERS & CARRION. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
a tall, haunting lilac tabby with dark features and syrupy amber eyes.he carries through life an uncanniness he cannot shed. a unique culmination of atypical traits has given it stature like something dredged of nightmare ; like his mother he is doused in sleek waves of marbled lilac, plush softens the underlying jut of sinew and bone at his chest. from afar, he seems unworldly, if a bit sick ; all popping vertebrae and thickly veined membrane, doused in thick waves of fur like his mother. if it weren’t for a face like oil - slick rot & buzz of hungry horseflies clouding it’s features into pitch black, cutting off sharply at the neck as if earth has come to reclaim him. his long snout is torn in ribbons stretching towards the outer corner of his ear in an overgrown and toothy glasgow smile, the only cut of age - tinged color against stark shadow.
