private Worried Moon ꕥ& Sootstar

[LAMBCURL.]

Change is coming... Of course– it waits for no one. The flowers need not ask before they bloom. The sun need not discuss before it shines. A kit need not ask before they're born. A body need not cry before it drops. So much, all at once... It would only be natural to dip under that weight. No matter your position, no matter your power... His own soul seeps sympathies for their very leader. Busied with death after death and kit after kit. Would it be a scary thing, that? Bringing young into a world that seems so against the very concept of life in that moment? Of course, that isn't true... She would know that more than anyone, wouldn't she?

Still, oh, he'd like her to know that her hardships are acknowledged. She's handled it with such aplomb, only now does she buckle. And that's fine... She may keep her lips sealed, keep herself still, whatever is best for her. Yes, whatever she so deems... Watery eyes scan the clearing– a mosaic of pink-blue in the light of day. They search for that familiar smoke blue... Spot it, somewhere... A bundle of feathers is clutched in his jaw, some from the same bird, some not, collected over the past half-moon...

"Sootstar." His call isn't any less gentle than usual, low murmur on the wind. He places the feathers at her feet, smile just a bit wider today. She may do with them what she pleased. It is not his business, not his worry... If she wanted to dole them to her kits, there would be enough. "For good luck. The luck of the hunter..." The promise of a fruitful Greenleaf... They were a treasure, where he's from... He pauses for a moment, considering. Considering... "I hope you are... well." He blinks kindly, sympathy shiny in his eyes.

[ @SOOTSTAR :3 ]​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

For the very first time today Sootstar exits her den, her pelt lacks grooming and her eyes narrow in a tired manner. Even though (unbeknownst to her clan) sleep is what she did most of the day and night, she’s never felt more tired. Suppose internal war with your own gods will do that.

Still she’s decided she could never let her clan know. At first she swore she would halt practicing faith, but with more thought she realized that wasn’t what she truly wanted… plus… it would call for her end. Without StarClan she knows these cats would rip away her title, she would still worship and pray, and she’d still pretend to share-tongues with them.

It was common on her outings someone would take the fleeting moment to approach her, who knew when she’d be out and about again if they let this time slip away? This time it was Lambcurl, his mouth filled with feathers that he sets at her paws. She looks into his unusual gaze, her own eyes too watery from sleep. For good luck. The luck of a hunter.

A gift? Luck was a superstition she could get behind, though she doesn’t know what about these feathers make them lucky. Whatever the case she does find herself grateful. ”Thank you,” she dips her head to him gratefully, ”I’m fine, just taking some extra time to sort out the next meeting… what to announce at the gathering.” A complete lie.

”…And the feathers, are they to put in my nest?” The blue molly lacks creativity to think of another use for them.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 03/13

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 39 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to N/A
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[LAMBCURL.]

Lambcurl returns the dip of her head in reply. Thanks enough, just to be useful. Thanks enough, just to be seen. He himself, is far from an observant thing. The tears blur the faces together and stardust clouds it further, but even he cannot miss the tiredness in her eyes. the strangeness, for the slightest bit, now... It was not his duty to pry, and he would not do so any further; but he would regard her words with a tilt of his head, all the same. Not his place, after all, to discern the truths of any clan cats, much less, of their leader... He nods, sympathizing.

And, such a question he blinks, somehow surprised. He certainly was in no position to tell her what to do with them. He'd hate to imply otherwise. "Oh no, Miss. Whatever you'd like them to be for. They will bring good fortune no matter the pickings..." he tells her kindly. He would look to them as he speaks, eyes falling half-lidded; near-dreamy. "Tuck them in a nest, in your fur, spread the wealth..." Lambcurl pauses, pursing his lips slightly as he thinks. "See how far they may drift in the wind, have the little ones use them for a game..."

His smile stays the same throughout it all, contented curl of his lips. "Maybe the wind will grant you favor. Or you can rest easy knowing you or your nest looks better than anyone elses." He stops fully then, the slightest bit sheepish as he realizes just how much he's prattled on... Decicively he would nod, as if to say I'm done. He keeps his paws tucked to himself, reserved as he could be.​