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Post by bones on Jan 26, 2024 12:45:51 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/5ywg6NmH/flickerheart-POSTINGIMG~png flickerheart, | | she-cat/molly (she/her)
mistclan
(formerly ridgeclan)
warrior |
It's a starry night - the clouds are scarce and the air is frigid, but the crispness of it all makes the sky seem almost blue-tinted instead of bleakly black and the stars acute in their glimmering pallor. The moon is missing, but if it's hooded gaze was glowering down, Flickerheart would've guessed it was well on its way down towards the horizon. Mother was likely asleep, past the trees and the border, past the rocky slopes, the silver tabby could picture Spottedfang: curled up in a nest in the elder's den, with Gingerfang and some of the other respectively retired cats. She hopes her mother isn't too lonely, tonight... She hopes that a lot of nights, even when Mother promises again and again at the Gatherings that she isn't, because Flickerheart's mother is too good at saving face. Did she visit Cairn Peak earlier tonight, the dilute tortoiseshell wonders, laid down in the frosted grasses; she turns over her paws and stares at the pads: the two-toned flesh, hardened and calloused from moons climbing the rough terrain of Ridgeclan. She wonders if its lonely, for her mother to sit with the graves of her brother and father without any company. She knows it's lonely for her, to watch clanmates go to the - what was... right, to go to the Groves of Ancestors to see their fallen kin and yet not be able to do so for herself. In all likelihood, she will never see her mother or the Cairn Peak again, never get to sit with her mother and bring trinkets to the final resting place of Flareflight and Foghawk-- A bit of dead grass crackles under someone's paw, somewhere behind her; her ears flick around, but she keeps staring at her paw-pads. After a heartbeat, she turns them back over and tucks her paws under herself. "Hello." The word is a calm poof of air, visible as mist in the chilly air. |
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Post by cosmic on Feb 20, 2024 14:56:58 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/RhAX3Xd~png It didn't feel right going to Troutstream's grave, though she had done it countless times. By herself, with Shellnose, with Stonesong and Violetstrike... it all felt the same. But this time, she didn't feel... worthy? With all the recent events that were taking place, the accusations, the trial, she had abandoned her moral duty to visit his grave. To let him know exactly what was happening in her life. That's what they always had done when he was alive, and she didn't plan on letting death stop their routine.
"Hi, Troutstream," she started, before settling herself across from his grave, which was decorated beautifully thanks to Creeklily's and Violetstrike's weaving and painting skills. Her marbled fur didn't help the breeze that was coming into the valley for the night, as she looked straight ahead. "We are still looking for Blizzardkit, Ashkit, and Troutkit. But, nothing has come from them. Cats are starting to lose faith that we will find them." Her stomach began to twist. Those same cats were starting to point blame to other cats. First, it was Dawnclaw. Now with Oriolemask on her tail, it was her turn. Emotions gripped her throat like an adder, before all she could do was get up and leave. Hopefully, Troutstream would understand and forgive her for leaving early.
Her paws crinkled against the barren ground, free of any snow. They had met a reprieve of snowstorms in the valley for now. Hopefully, this just meant that Newleaf was right around the corner. Creeklily decided to head toward the river for a drink before going back to camp to sleep, as Briarpelt had warned her that she would be on the earliest patrol.
However, she barely noticed that a cat in the near distance had turned and spoken to her. If it was a rogue, it would have likely already killed her. But, thankfully, it was only Flickerheart, a she-cat she had gotten to know barely since her arrival to the clan. From the rumors, she came from RidgeClan. It got her curious of the reason for her departure, since MistClan seemed to be the popular choice for cats from the mountains.
"Hello, Flickerheart. It's just me, Creeklily," she muttered, before allowing her paws to walk past the fog to give a more clear image to the other torbie molly. "What's got our you here tonight? Is MistClan still treating you well? No one treating you like an outsider still, are they?" |
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Post by bones on Apr 17, 2024 16:51:18 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/5ywg6NmH/flickerheart-POSTINGIMG~png flickerheart, | | she-cat/molly (she/her)
mistclan
warrior |
When Flickerheart had come to Mistclan, sodden and shivering from her confrontation with her ex-mate just as much as the cold, she had been realistic: this would not be an easy affair. Not only was she Ridgeclan, but she had not rushed off as soon as the battle ended to pledge her newfound loyalty, like Dawnclaw. But just because helping – settling in would take a lot longer, if it ever truly happened – wasn’t easy, didn’t mean it wasn’t right… But Creeklily, among others like the frail Lichenflight, had been unexpected. Friendly, even if they two only just passed each other briefly every other day or so, and genuine in the kindliness Flickerheart saw her give her clanmates – even in spite of the murder trial the Ridgeclan refugee heard her fellow silver tortoiseshell had undergone; even now when some of Creeklily’s clanmates still questioned her innocence (likely without realizing Flickerheart was within earshot). She shifted, rolling more onto one side to better face as the other molly approached; despite her heavy thoughts, Flickerheart offered a small, calm smile and tilt of her head in greeting. “I suppose I should say good morning.” She chuckled, considering the time was so late it was now, officially, too early, “Hello, Creeklily. I’m well, just… My thoughts won’t let me sleep–” a shrug, “–it is what is.”Shifting her leg and paws, she got more comfortable and with flicked her tail in an inviting manner – an invitation to join her. “And yourself?” |
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Post by cosmic on May 21, 2024 14:50:33 GMT -6
#s://i~imgur~com/RhAX3Xd~png #s://i~imgur~com/RhAX3Xd~png As the she-cat in front of her, Creeklily took in the form of the RidgeClan refugee. It was clear that's where she was from, as she could say the same for the others that had come from the mountainous territory... Dawnclaw, Goosefire, all of them. Built for the long stride and rough terrain, with the perseverance of the unforgiving skies full of predators keep them on their toes. Facsinating, as a MistClan-born cat, and beautiful, though she would never admit it with the tension between the factions.
Gentle and sweet as a flower, Flickerheart greeted her again, as it made the other molly realize how late it truly was. Dawn patrol would be hard to get through in the morning, but she couldn't just leave her clanmate, her ally out by themselves. While she hardly thought a cat or rogue would travel so far inside the border, her past experience didn't let her forget that it could happen.
Creeklily listened as she invited her to join her, which the warrior would not decline. She favored the company of others on nights like these, which seems to be the same that Flickerheart was expereincing.
"I can't say that my night has been much different," the marbled warrior started, with a head shake to emphasis her distaste for her sleepless nights. "I just couldn't fall asleep, so I took a walk. Found myself at my brother's grave. Not sure why, but once I got there, it felt like I was being led there. By him?... I'm not sure." As much as Troutstream and Creeklily were probably the closest that two siblings could be, why tonight would he make her go to his grave, if it was even him?
"I, um... sorry," she started. "I'm sure that there are fallen cats that you miss in RidgeClan. I didn't think about how you can't visit them..." Creeklily felt stupid for bringing up her problems, only for Flickerheart's to be more significant and troubled than hers. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to not be able to have her family with her, though most had moved onto the starry blanket in the sky. "But, I like to think that they travel with us, even if they are resting in another place, you think?"
Creeklily gave a genuine smile, as she looked toward Flickerheart. "Is that why you are out alone tonight? Or, something else, perhaps?" |
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