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twilightpaw
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BUT MY PLANS ALWAYS CHANGING ⋆⁺₊⋆
Time and time again, Twilightpaw finds himself drawn to this place, drawn not to the border between clans but the border between life and death for some, the hard, grey path stretched out before him. He hadn't seen it happen, hadn't borne witness to the terrible act that stripped his mother of all of her lives like some of his siblings had, but the moment still haunts him, no matter how hard he tries to pretend otherwise. Whenever he feels as though it's almost been enough time, that he should be back to normal, he always finds himself back at the same spot, quiet contemplation interrupted by the rumble of a racing monster, and he finds himself instinctively flinching back despite the distance he keeps from the wretched path. It's endlessly frustrating - you'd have to be stupid not to have at least a healthy fear of the Thunderpath, sure, but Twilightpaw can feel that this is something more, something different. None of his siblings are like this, he knows, not like this; they've changed in other ways, perhaps, but they're not left unable to take a step closer like he is. He can't even draw close enough to mark the border anymore, forced to watch his clanmates from afar whenever he's unlucky enough to be forced to go along on a border patrol. Not much bothers him, not his lackluster skills as an apprentice or even the growing distance between himself and the rest of his clans, but this? This bothers him, for reasons he can't explain.
It's been quiet today, no monsters barreling by to ruin his reverie, and Twilightpaw's found himself completely lost in thought for quite some time, wondering about the snow that's been plaguing them as of late. One day, it had just been cold, normal for the season, and the next the flakes were falling from the sky as if it were raining, though chillier than any rain he'd ever experienced. Really, he can't decide which he dislikes more - they both tended to stick to his pelt in one way or another, though at least with rain it wasn't always this cold. The way that the snow sticks to the ground is especially annoying, what with the amount of it he's had to shovel out of the way just to find a place to sit, though in all fairness when it rains it's practically impossible to find any scrap of dry ground, with both types of weather leaving his pelt varying degrees of soggy. Of course, at the end of the day his opinions on the weather don't really matter, considering he's got no control over it, and rain or snow Twilightpaw still finds himself seeking solace out alone, out near the Thunderpath. The soft crunch of approaching paws on snow is first tuned out, but once his brain catches up he's swiveling his head, searching for the source. "Lilac?" he questions, voice sounding far louder in the wake of the relative silence he's been keeping. "H-hey, careful - don't get too close." Even if she's hardly any closer to the Thunderpath than he is, his pelt still crawls at the thought of her straying just a bit too close, of her meeting the same fate as that of their mother.
// @Lilacpaw
Time and time again, Twilightpaw finds himself drawn to this place, drawn not to the border between clans but the border between life and death for some, the hard, grey path stretched out before him. He hadn't seen it happen, hadn't borne witness to the terrible act that stripped his mother of all of her lives like some of his siblings had, but the moment still haunts him, no matter how hard he tries to pretend otherwise. Whenever he feels as though it's almost been enough time, that he should be back to normal, he always finds himself back at the same spot, quiet contemplation interrupted by the rumble of a racing monster, and he finds himself instinctively flinching back despite the distance he keeps from the wretched path. It's endlessly frustrating - you'd have to be stupid not to have at least a healthy fear of the Thunderpath, sure, but Twilightpaw can feel that this is something more, something different. None of his siblings are like this, he knows, not like this; they've changed in other ways, perhaps, but they're not left unable to take a step closer like he is. He can't even draw close enough to mark the border anymore, forced to watch his clanmates from afar whenever he's unlucky enough to be forced to go along on a border patrol. Not much bothers him, not his lackluster skills as an apprentice or even the growing distance between himself and the rest of his clans, but this? This bothers him, for reasons he can't explain.
It's been quiet today, no monsters barreling by to ruin his reverie, and Twilightpaw's found himself completely lost in thought for quite some time, wondering about the snow that's been plaguing them as of late. One day, it had just been cold, normal for the season, and the next the flakes were falling from the sky as if it were raining, though chillier than any rain he'd ever experienced. Really, he can't decide which he dislikes more - they both tended to stick to his pelt in one way or another, though at least with rain it wasn't always this cold. The way that the snow sticks to the ground is especially annoying, what with the amount of it he's had to shovel out of the way just to find a place to sit, though in all fairness when it rains it's practically impossible to find any scrap of dry ground, with both types of weather leaving his pelt varying degrees of soggy. Of course, at the end of the day his opinions on the weather don't really matter, considering he's got no control over it, and rain or snow Twilightpaw still finds himself seeking solace out alone, out near the Thunderpath. The soft crunch of approaching paws on snow is first tuned out, but once his brain catches up he's swiveling his head, searching for the source. "Lilac?" he questions, voice sounding far louder in the wake of the relative silence he's been keeping. "H-hey, careful - don't get too close." Even if she's hardly any closer to the Thunderpath than he is, his pelt still crawls at the thought of her straying just a bit too close, of her meeting the same fate as that of their mother.
// @Lilacpaw
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