WEIGHTLESS αΆ» 𝗓 𐰁 rta ; mushroom collecting

αΆ» 𝗓 𐰁 CW// thoughts of impending doom in the first half

The silence of the stars was deafening. The peaceful hum of sparkling light appearing nightly had become a menacing, incomprehensible drone. The cycle seemed nearly completeβ€”or perhaps it was overdue. The sticky, heat-ridden greenleaf of the mire would give way soon enough, and she was soon upon the part of the loop in which Death had first greeted them. Should they have told anyone?

No.

Despite the silence, they knew very well what was meant for one ear only. It was no less upsetting, but they took it in stride.

Daylight reaches eagerly through the branches of a marsh-tree, warming the side of a particularly lively clump of tree-hugging mushrooms, and Poppyglow on the creaking-swaying branch beside it. It only takes a claw to unfasten one of the stools from its brethren, and down it falls to meet the groun-ope! To meet the pelt of a clanmate, and then the ground.

"There are plenty of mushrooms to go around if you would like to join me," Poppyglow peered down toward her ground-dwelling clanmates, and then remembered a crucial fact about the rest of those who resided in Shadowclan. Not many of them were adept climbers ... They recalled Stumpyspots being something of an anomaly for her tree-scaling skill. It seemed a shame, Shadowclan was best explored in all of its many dimensions.

"Ah, to climb, dig in your foreclaws and leap like you are pouncing across a mudpit... Though... Upward... It is quite simple..." She trailed off, becoming bored of her own lesson already and finding more interest in the spiderweb swaying above their head, "Oh what a beautiful nest you've woven yourself..."

They remembered that someone must have been waiting for her to bestow upon them more mycotic gifts, and with another flourish of claw comes tumbling down another mushroom.

  • OOC:
  • β€” poppykit - poppypaw
    β€” agender they/she. 14mo warrior of shadowclan
    β€” padding after swansong. friend to all.
    β€” a tiny, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes
    β€” smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
    β€” deaf in left ear, may display asthma-like symptoms of "long-yellowcough"
    β€” β€œspeech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
    β€” penned by eezy
  • disclaimer: poppyglow 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.
 

It is not often you get rained down upon by fungi of all things, instead of the more familiar feeling of droplets sliding off repellent fur. Mirepurr is not certain how Poppyglow managed to evade their attention long enough for her yield to attack them down here; that white fur stands out eerily against the branches darkened by renewing sunlight. Her presence is obvious now, those pale blues staring down at them before getting right back to work β€” which, apparently, means muttering something Mirepurr cannot even begin to comprehend. They can't see it from this angle, but they can only guess Poppyglow is talking about cobwebs.

"Harvest looks plentiful," they opt to say as such. Mushroom collecting might not be their choice for passing the time, but they know it is an enjoyable hobby for a few of their Clanmates β€” Poppyglow included. They continue their search with movements that seem confidently uncaring. At least Mirepurr can break their fall if it comes to that.

That sensitive nose of theirs investigates the violent mushroom with hesitancy. For all the wildly different caps out there, Mirepurr can't even hope to remember their unique effects. The easy way out is this: all of them are harmful, and Poppyglow is hopefully not planning on finding it all out in the hard way. "You're not planning to eat all of these, are you?"
 
WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
TOUCH AND FEEL SOMETHING
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maggotfur β™› 21 moons β™› female β™› she/her β™› shadowclan warrior
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" Are they edible? " maggotfur is quick to ask, watching with a rapt sort of fascination as they go tumbling down from the branches. Climbing is not a skill she has bothered to learn - sure, she would probably be great at is as she is with everything else, but what purpose does it surve in the marsh? Still, it does seem to open up possibilities of new foods and she can feel mouth water eagerly as her tail swishes. Still, she refrains from snapping one up just yet - there are some things she knows that are dangerous, and certain mushrooms and berris are some of them. She's uncertain if this is one of them.

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She swats a mushroom with a paw. With its bouncy nature, the little fungi had rolled too-close to her, earning its assault in return. It seems to do no more in retaliation, only to land unceremoniously hardly a mouselength away. Lizardthroat peers up towards Maggotfur and then Mirepurr - and finally to Poppyglow, who dangles above them with some sort of ethereal glory. The night-black she-cat perks her cheshire grin with ease.

"Awww, Poppyglow," she winds herself around the base of the tree. The other warrior is so far up, touting a skill that Lizardthroat can't even claim to have. Dark eyes turn up towards the red-and-white warrior, "Teach me how to climb, please? My claws don't hook into the bark so easily..." In truth, she doesn't care for the mushrooms nor the tree-climbing. She'd just would like to be included.​