- Jul 29, 2023
- 34
- 7
- 8
αΆ» π π° 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 completeβor 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.
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 completeβor 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 βspeechβ, 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.
