Post by swiftfoot on Apr 25, 2021 23:38:24 GMT
sometimes, she dreamed.
it had become more frequent as of late. swiftfoot was not accustomed to a sleep muddled by foggy images and hot, scorching adrenaline. most nights were wrapped in a blanket of darkness. ever since emberstar's death, however - ever since the life of Juniperpaw had been claimed by the chaos of his anarchy - swiftfoot found not even sleep was an escape from her memory.
juniperpaw. lyrebite. pigeonwing. reedsplash, weaseltooth, cloudjump, grassblaze. so many bodies. the greencough epidemic of thirty moons ago. the shadowclan border skirmish of fifty-eight moons ago. stars forbid, even though she was a mere seventy-five moons old, sometimes it felt like longer; like she'd lived far beyond her time and place.
the deputy startled awake from yet another gruesome nightmare. there had been no jumpscares, no wailing like the yowls that had punctuated her sleep the night before. just the thick stench of blood and decaying bodies trapped far beneath the earth. the scent rankled her nose even as she shook herself awake and brushed the yellow sleep clinging to her eyes with a slow, sheathed paw.
She took no care in trotting past her sleeping clanmates. a few grumbled in protest, but swiftfoot barely spared them a flick of her tail; once she'd emerged into the cool night air, freed from the cloying bodies of the warriors den, she allowed herself a long stretch, relished in the unfurling of her tightly wound spine.
if i can't sleep, then i better get to work. swiftfoot was never one to idle. she passed by the fresh-kill pile, its dwindling supplies providing a frustrating itch to her talons. windclan needed food more than ever. so much had happened in the past moon - her former apprentice was now her leader, she was now a deputy, and the responsibility of rebuilding windclan anew rested like a heavy weight upon her shoulders.
sometimes it felt as though she could never quite escape the company of her peers. but she needed peace - and a lone hunting party had never been more alluring. focus set, troublesome thoughts pushed aside, the she-cat pushed her muscles into action, and began to follow the well-tread path leading out into the wind-swept moors beyond.
TAGGED: @cawnen with wrenwhisper<3
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it had become more frequent as of late. swiftfoot was not accustomed to a sleep muddled by foggy images and hot, scorching adrenaline. most nights were wrapped in a blanket of darkness. ever since emberstar's death, however - ever since the life of Juniperpaw had been claimed by the chaos of his anarchy - swiftfoot found not even sleep was an escape from her memory.
juniperpaw. lyrebite. pigeonwing. reedsplash, weaseltooth, cloudjump, grassblaze. so many bodies. the greencough epidemic of thirty moons ago. the shadowclan border skirmish of fifty-eight moons ago. stars forbid, even though she was a mere seventy-five moons old, sometimes it felt like longer; like she'd lived far beyond her time and place.
the deputy startled awake from yet another gruesome nightmare. there had been no jumpscares, no wailing like the yowls that had punctuated her sleep the night before. just the thick stench of blood and decaying bodies trapped far beneath the earth. the scent rankled her nose even as she shook herself awake and brushed the yellow sleep clinging to her eyes with a slow, sheathed paw.
She took no care in trotting past her sleeping clanmates. a few grumbled in protest, but swiftfoot barely spared them a flick of her tail; once she'd emerged into the cool night air, freed from the cloying bodies of the warriors den, she allowed herself a long stretch, relished in the unfurling of her tightly wound spine.
if i can't sleep, then i better get to work. swiftfoot was never one to idle. she passed by the fresh-kill pile, its dwindling supplies providing a frustrating itch to her talons. windclan needed food more than ever. so much had happened in the past moon - her former apprentice was now her leader, she was now a deputy, and the responsibility of rebuilding windclan anew rested like a heavy weight upon her shoulders.
sometimes it felt as though she could never quite escape the company of her peers. but she needed peace - and a lone hunting party had never been more alluring. focus set, troublesome thoughts pushed aside, the she-cat pushed her muscles into action, and began to follow the well-tread path leading out into the wind-swept moors beyond.
TAGGED: @cawnen with wrenwhisper<3
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