pafp the world is ending in my dreams ☾ omen talk

[Swansong]

( ☁︎ )　 "...Poppypaw?" calls Swanpaw, soft yet clear. He stands before a scattering of downy feathers, shining black strewn haphazard across the snow, all laid out for someone to find. It's not hard to find meaning within it.

"Come, please... What do you make of this?" It's good that they're on the patrol with him; Poppypaw has a good ear for the voice of the stars. "A gift, perhaps...? Of warmth, or..." Something about it unsettles him. So many torn feathers, clearly a fight - and yet no body in sight. He circles the scene, careful to skirt the edges and not set foot within.

There, a sign of life - but barely. Three pristine drops of red among the white. "Ah, something has bled here. The stars... Do you think...? He trails off, unsure what he's asking. Blessing or warning, he's unsure. Swanpaw turns his gaze to the other apprentice expectantly; perhaps she will know.

I WANNA BE HAUNTED ☁︎ I WANNA BE LOVED ! 【 12.28.23 】

• // pls wait for @POPPYPAW
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• "SPEECH"

• ☾ 　⁺　₊ 　⋆　SWANPAW.　APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN.　HE / HIM / HIS.
  9 MOONS & AGES ON THE 17TH.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ☾ — A PALE, ELEGANT CREAM TABBY WITH PERIWINKLE BLUE EYES.

  
  HALFSHADE xx SMOGMAW. LITTERMATE TO APPLEPAW GARLICPAW & ASHENPAW.​

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[POPPYGLOW]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 "Hmm..." they arrive by Swanpaw's side, careful to keep their small paws safely away from the scene before them. Best to not break the circle, disturbing the boundary would surely invite out whatever existed within it.

It was difficult to keep the mind away from thoughts of doom, especially as her friend trailed behind her muttering ceaselessly of annihilation.

'YOU'LL ALL DIE, YOU KNOW! SHADOWCLAN'S CURSED! IT'S CURSED AND YOU'LL DIE!' She yelled out, disturbing Poppypaw enough for them to flick their ears and lash their tail at their attention-seeking. They felt badly about it, the murderers' revelation those few moons ago had left her wailing for the inhumanity of the earth. Poppypaw wished very badly to have a solution. How would they save their beloved friends of Shadowclan? Was it a matter of faith?

"I am afraid I can interpret nothing but doom from these signs..." Poppypaw said finally through a sigh. She so very wished to bring a message of hope to their companion, surely they also felt the weight of dread upon their spirit as well. "Shadowed feathers... and three drops... Blood will be shed in three moons from now... Or perhaps is it, three moons of continuous bloodshed? Hmm... these things are not so clear. Time is so..." They gestured vaguely. Indeed, it seemed like time was not so clear in the realm of the unseen, But Poppypaw appreciated her spiritual acquaintances for their efforts regardless

"Thank you for the warning..." the small cat murmurs softly. Someone else approaches them from behind, a patrolmate, and Poppypaw holds out their paw to halt them, "Please avoid invading the circle, misfortune may follow..."

PRESENT DAY... ⭑☾༺♰༻☽⭒ ...PRESENT TIME! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

• OOC:
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  — poppykit - poppypaw
  — agender they/she. 8mo apprentice of shadowclan
  — aro-ace. friend to all.
  — a tiny, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes
  — smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
  — deaf in left ear
  — sounds like lain iwakura, with a flat yet gentle high-pitched tone
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
  — icon by mercurial, fullbody and pixel headshot by dejavu
  — penned by eezy
• disclaimer: poppypaw is not always operating completely within reality! they are affected by some delusions and may see, hear, react to, and interact with things that are not actually there. most notably, she will believe herself to have interactions with starclan as a whole and specifically, the deceased shadowclan apprentice Poppypaw. these are not reflective of ic reality and are not real interactions with starclan or deceased characters! this is not an attempt at powerplaying, godmodding, or metagaming.

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[Willowburn]

THE GODS CAN KNEEL ⋆⁺₊⋆
"That's a tad morbid." Willowburn remarked as he regarded both Swanpaw and Poppypaw with a quizzical look. He had been nearby and had overheard their discussion which had prompted his approach, though he had been warned about getting any closer by Poppypaw. Still, it didn't stop him from leaning forward so he could study the feathers and blood for himself.

A soft hum rumbled in his throat as he pondered what could have resulted in the little scene before them. "If you ask me this is a sign... a sign that an owl is in the area. Stay alert, little ones, lest you too find yourselves adorning the snow with your own signs of ill fate." He felt confident in his own prediction about what had occurred, which did indeed see him find Poppypaw's own interpretation as utter rubbish. Was this the effect of so many foul moons befalling ShadowClan? To have so many apprentices falling into paranoia? Ridiculous!

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[smogstar]

Physical symbolism is not the language through which StarClan ordains its premonitions. In the few instances where Smogmaw has witnessed or been made aware of divine intervention, the all-powerful, all-knowing, all-pretentious celestial clan made it all too apparent that they weren't big on being cryptic.

Lightning strikes to spook upstart warmongers, dream-conveyed messages about a plant's restorative powers or something or other; such sorcery was notably clear and unambiguous in intent, and the ashen tom couldn't particularly fault the stars for their lack of subtlety. Having lived alongside these cats for the greater part in his lifespan, Smogmaw wouldn't want to make prophets of their ilk either.

Only leaders, healers, and those on death's ingress have ever been privy to divine enlightenment, too—so forgive the scepticism churning beneath his pelt. "If that's true, then StarClan's a little behind on current affairs," grumbles the silver tabby, tone parched and acerbic. He does well to stop his step before ever trudging into the macabre display, amber slitted eyes cast over the scattered feathers. Willowburn furnished a reasonable interpretation, in stark contrast to Poppypaw's wild conjecture. Claws needle against snowcrust, raking absentmindedly as the deputy shifts his weight. "Blood is shed every moon, seems. We don't need the aftermath of another animal's meal to remind us." ​

 

[Skywish]

Starclan had always been something of a formidable force. Skywish believed in them, that they had something more on the other side of the dark tunnel of death, but sometimes it felt like it was taken too seriously. Starclan was an all-seeing force, why would they want to cause such strife among the clans? Werent they suppose to be helpful but lately it seemed unlikely they would be.

The young warrior had come beside Smogmaw and was watching the two apprentice as they discussed the likeliness of feathers on the prey animal. Poppypaw did have a morbid way of looking at things it seemed but it was very convincing. Did they truly see three more months of bloodshed? Surely not! They couldn’t handle a battle in the middle of leaf bare.

“I agree with Smogmaw, i dont think they would send anything through feathers,” Skywish commented out loud and twitched an ear in response to their own voice. ​

[ PENNED BY WOLF ]​