private TRY TO BE TOUGH &. swansong

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

chilledstar sits as the sun sets, their eyes unreadable as they look off into the distance of the camp. they're sat right at the entrance of the den, not yet ready to go in and face the cold loneliness that seems to stick to the air, nowadays. they didn't really notice it until a couple of moons ago when they were forced to be in there all the time. it was a lot easier to pretend that their mate was just on a different patrol at different times than them when they were busy but... they cannot pretend anymore. so, they watch and wait. they simply wait, and they're not even sure what they're waiting for anymore. just waiting, and it seems to be every single night since they've been able to just sit here without worrying about their healing wounds.

their head slowly moves and they catch familiar cream colored pelt with blue eyes, deeper than their own. swansong. new warrior. they wonder what they're doing awake. they did just have their vigil so they figured they'd still be tired from having to stay awake the entire night. guess not. she is known for napping so maybe she had already done so. they needed to get out of camp before they simply rotted away here. so, they took it upon themself to stand and make their way over to swansong.

"join me? going hunting and can't hunt alone."

they're not sure they want to talk, really. but if swansong wanted to, they would.

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE***———————---​

I LEFT 'EM ALL ON THE FLOOR✧ MAN WHO'S TO BLAME IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 45 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　Perhaps one of these days Swansong should fix her schedule. Napping the day away and wandering in the nights... It is not a conventional way to live, but she can't quite bring herself to care. It shows her things other clanmates do not; the way Chilledstar sits on their lonesome more nights than not, staring out at the setting sun and the stars it leaves behind. They wake as they are needed, and Chilledstar needs... company, it seems. Distraction. There is a keen focus in their eyes, sleepiness of the morning already dissapated. They smile.

"Of course," she hums softly, dipping her head in respect. Draws closer, quiet and calm. "Just us, or... should we gather a patrol...?" They feel as though they know the answer as soon as the question leaves their maw. There is something restless in the blue pools of Chilledstar's eyes. The brewing of troubled thoughts seems so clear she could almost hear it, if only the marshes were quiet. She can give the shadowy sort of company the leader needs, she thinks.

‎‎┌── WE FOUND TWO DEAD SWANS ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND FILLED THEIR BODIES WITH FLOWERS ──┐‎

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  SWANSONG　☁︎　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, thirteen moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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