- May 20, 2023
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♱—— those who know cygnetstare - strange as she is, made more menacing by the jagged scar dancing across her throat, she is sociable - know that she is a creature of the tunnels. the chimera less works in them than lives and breathes them, occasionally sleeping within the comfortingly dank caverns. the onset of yellowcough into their clan's heart, even with the sick banished to the abandoned badger set, has driven many of their tunnelers to spend more time than ever hidden beneath the earth, hopefully away from the creeping claws of illness. and cygnetstare is no exception - though they would die for the good of windclan in a heartbeat, to die useless under the talons of illness would be a waste indeed.
and so, it's no doubt a surprise for her clanmates to see her emerging into camp. and though their ribs are jutting, their vertebra visible and their stomach a concave waste—illness does not wrack her body. this is merely how cygnetstare looks, and despite her skeletal form, her forelegs and chest are thinly roped with new sinew from long days and nights spent underground, working on the new tunnel and carrying out their standard duties. her sunken eyes glitter bright and pale with pleasure as she pads in at dusk, no doubt in search of food from the fresh-kill pile to inhale a quick meal before they return to their work.
despite the tragedy battering windclan, their spirits are not dulled - the opposite, in fact, and the chimera takes on a fresh glow of pleasure at how tunnel work is progressing—despite the recent setback—as they haul a blackbird from the fresh-kill pile. dirt-smudged and corpse-thin, they look as though they're a new corpse broken from the grave, but the way they tear hungrily into the bird's meat, blood smearing her muzzle and spattering the earth, betrays her place among the living.
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ooc: little rta thread >:-)
- nothing here, have a nice day :-)
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— she/they ; tunneler of windclan ; 35 ☾s
— "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
— penned by dejavu
— <-- art by raenya