the dark forest THERE'S A PHANTOM IN YOUR FOYER

[◇ Siltcloud.]

I CAN'T ESCAPE IT
IT'S OF MY OWN MAKING​

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siltcloud ♕ 21 moons ♖ female ♘ she/her ♙ dark forest rogue ​

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From the darkness of the forest, Siltcloud watches. There is little else to do here to pass the time, but today is different - special, attention unwavering. Usually dull gaze burns like embers, moss hues sparking a violent, venomous shade, and Siltcloud can't shake the sharp-fanged, crooked smile that stretches from cheek to cheek. Ghostmask had done a good thing, culling some of their tattered and tainted bloodline - and Sootstar, too, culling the she-cat Granitepelt had claimed their kin. Numbers had dwindled, until only the best had survived.

And now comes fresh life, free of the curse that had dogged their pawsteps from the moment Spark-kit had withered away.There is a content purr in the back of her throat as she lays sprawled across the leaf-litter and muck, eyes focused and crooked tail flicking. " They're so small - and precious, aren't they? Your kits? " comes rasping voice, when the ghost t last turns her gaze upon the dreamer, smile wrm - as though this was not the same cat who;d gladly have drawn claws across their throat once upon a time.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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AND I CANT LET ME OUT ━ WHY CANT I LET ME OUT ?

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[MIRESTAR]

The change of scenery does not immediately startle Mirestar. Sleep had come to them in pieces, at first; now that Lilacfur sleeps elsewhere, the lack of her warmth makes them uneasy, and their mind is often full of the given days' events. Tossing and turning would be an understatement of their nightly "ritual". ShadowClan's territory is always veiled in shadow, and Mirestar's eyes quickly adjust to the forest around them.

It is only the feeling of being watched that tells them something is amiss. Thoughts riddled with anxiety has been their new norm ever since their ascension, but this time... this time it all feels strangely too real.

The familiar stripes of a brown tabby almost blends in completely with the forest floor around them both.

Almost.

"Silt... Siltcloud?"

Suddenly alert, Mirestar kicks up leaves as they put distance between themself and the cat they've never thought they would see again. Moons- it's been moons since the truth about Granitepelt came out, moons since anyone involved with them had met ShadowClan's wrath in turn. Sometimes, Mirestar can pretend it's just a bitter piece of history now.

But when Siltcloud appears to them, it is decisively difficult to try and disprove it all.

The fur along their spine rises. Surely this is just a nightmare... but regardless, her words send a chill through Mirestar. "My kits- what do you want with them?"
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