VEIL OF WHITE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ POPPYGLOW

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　In the quiet of the warrior's den, Swansong traces a delicate paw across Poppyglow's scars. "The mark of death..." they murmur softly. It had nearly claimed them, the tearing claws of a rogue calling them down to the earth below. Swansong's nest had felt cold without the prophet by her side, the feathery brush of sanguine fur against her own. She smiles wistfully. That warmth has been returned to her now, and her heart sings with it. "It looks gorgeous upon you," she purrs. Trails of pink breaking through the frosted white and bloody red of her pelt. The scars look as though they were always meant to be there.

Her smile twists, a little sadly, and her paw pulls back. She tucks it carefully beneath her, stares through Poppyglow with distant eyes. "Though... I had feared for a moment... That I might lose you to the stars above..." It is a quiet admission. They feel almost selfish for the thought. Death claims who it will; they are only glad that it had not been her, not fully.

‎‎┌── BUT NO ONE❜S REALLY THERE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ DOES THAT MEAN IT❜S DONE IN VAIN? ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG　☾　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, eighteen moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ 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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[POPPYGLOW]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 She is all purrs when she returns to their shared nest, basking in the creature comfort of Swansong's showered affections. In the end, the injury had been something of a positive, at least in the utilitarian sense. Poppyglow would not be barred from warrior duties for much longer, and neither would they face any difficulties returning to their regular habits. Also, the assailant was identifed, and though she was allowed to escape with her life, Poppyglow figured she would not be returning so quickly to face Shadowclan now that she was known as a wheeling force of violence.

Most importantly, Poppyglow had realized that their spilling of blood had freed them of their tether.

They blink slowly, pressing sanguine paws to caress their silken shoulders in turn, "Thank you... I find I must be forthright, though, lovely," Peering frost into softened skies they admit lightly, "It was a mistake. I was meant to perish there..."

They cock their head, and muse, "It may have been Lilacfur, who got us off track... The heroism was something to be admired, though... Or perhaps it was my doing..."

"My selfishness will cost me in time, but," They leaned in to press their face to Swan's neck, "I, too, was unwilling to part with you, here."

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

• OOC:
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  — poppykit - poppypaw poppyglow
  — agender they/she. 16mo warrior of shadowclan
  — padding after swansong. friend to all.
  — a small, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes
  — smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
  — deaf in left ear, may display asthma-like symptoms of "long-yellowcough"
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
  — penned by eezy

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