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𓆝 . ° ✦ Mosspool dreamed of the day of her return. It was not an uncommon sort of dream for her. Her dreams were often of memories, and she often thought that was proof that even in her sleep she was orderly and productive, at least she thought so when she was conscious. She was not much of a lucid dreamer.
Still, she was aware enough to let dread creep into her heart as Smokestar began to list the lost. She remembered who would be in that list. Her leader, Cicadastar. He would always be her leader, even if Smokestar was leader now. In her mind he felt to grand to be replaced, though she knew that was unfair to his successor. She clenched her jaw, bracing herself to hear that name again, and yet it was that name before his that hit her harder.
In her sleep, Mosspool whimpered.
For Smokestar did not say Steepsnout as he had in reality. Instead, he said Hazewish. A single word and her world turned upside down.
Mosspool did not react with the mute shock that had fallen over her at Cicadastar's passing. His death she had been able to meet with dignity, though it had shaken her to her core. It was like a star winking out or a river drying up; too grand and terrible to be imagined, but also too much so to be felt too deeply. There had been a great distance between herself and the former leader. They had scarcely had a real conversation, she had simply followed his every word without question.
There was no distance at all between her and Hazewish. There had been more conversations between the two of them then there were drops of water in the river. Mosspool had questioned every word out of her sister's mouth, and they had bickered endlessly. She felt the shock of her loss just as she would if an ear or a lung or her heart itself had been ripped from her body. Which is to say; she cried and she screamed until her throat was sore.
The scene of her return around her faded as she wept, fading without her notice as she gave thought to nothing but that her sister was gone and she would never break another rule.
Glancing up, she found in her dream there were stars above her and she pushed her voice through her anguish to say to them "How dare you?" and "I did everything for you. I was perfect for you." and again "How dare you?" There were more words too, terrible unspeakable words; blasphemies. Mosspool cursed the stars for not protecting her sister and for calling her away only to return to this. All the belief that she had forged along the journey was cast away in an instant. The things she had said about the fallen - that they were with the stars now, but that they were dearly missed - felt cold comfort in the face of her grief.
It was too terrible to bear.
All her noises did not make it to her waking body, fortunately, as they surely would have woken the entire den. Instead, all she let out was a single strangled cry as she scrambled to her paws. Her eyes were wide and her breathing heavy as she surveyed the den. Then, slowly, she sat back down in her nest.
Mosspool curled her tail around herself, and feared that she was a hypocrite.
Still, she was aware enough to let dread creep into her heart as Smokestar began to list the lost. She remembered who would be in that list. Her leader, Cicadastar. He would always be her leader, even if Smokestar was leader now. In her mind he felt to grand to be replaced, though she knew that was unfair to his successor. She clenched her jaw, bracing herself to hear that name again, and yet it was that name before his that hit her harder.
In her sleep, Mosspool whimpered.
For Smokestar did not say Steepsnout as he had in reality. Instead, he said Hazewish. A single word and her world turned upside down.
Mosspool did not react with the mute shock that had fallen over her at Cicadastar's passing. His death she had been able to meet with dignity, though it had shaken her to her core. It was like a star winking out or a river drying up; too grand and terrible to be imagined, but also too much so to be felt too deeply. There had been a great distance between herself and the former leader. They had scarcely had a real conversation, she had simply followed his every word without question.
There was no distance at all between her and Hazewish. There had been more conversations between the two of them then there were drops of water in the river. Mosspool had questioned every word out of her sister's mouth, and they had bickered endlessly. She felt the shock of her loss just as she would if an ear or a lung or her heart itself had been ripped from her body. Which is to say; she cried and she screamed until her throat was sore.
The scene of her return around her faded as she wept, fading without her notice as she gave thought to nothing but that her sister was gone and she would never break another rule.
Glancing up, she found in her dream there were stars above her and she pushed her voice through her anguish to say to them "How dare you?" and "I did everything for you. I was perfect for you." and again "How dare you?" There were more words too, terrible unspeakable words; blasphemies. Mosspool cursed the stars for not protecting her sister and for calling her away only to return to this. All the belief that she had forged along the journey was cast away in an instant. The things she had said about the fallen - that they were with the stars now, but that they were dearly missed - felt cold comfort in the face of her grief.
It was too terrible to bear.
All her noises did not make it to her waking body, fortunately, as they surely would have woken the entire den. Instead, all she let out was a single strangled cry as she scrambled to her paws. Her eyes were wide and her breathing heavy as she surveyed the den. Then, slowly, she sat back down in her nest.
Mosspool curled her tail around herself, and feared that she was a hypocrite.
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Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.
