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Shadow enshrouds Thistlewish's lithe form. Her lilac fur is the only real flash of light as she moves nimbly through the trees whose tops seem to have no end, their canopies stretching overhead and blocking out any possible light from some moon or stars. She grits her teeth, paws sliding over the uncomfortably slimy ground. Even as she had been a WindClanner in life, the sucking ground of the dark forest is a hindrance to her speed. She does not envy her companions who find apprentices and homes in ShadowClan. Thistlewish curses ShadowClan, then WindClan, and finally StarClan above all else. It is all of their faults that she makes her residence in this cold, unforgiving place.
She pushes on through some fog, though that too slows her as she realizes that she is blinded by its thickness. She takes slow, staggered steps until she thinks that she sees something. Thistlewish blinks as she notices the slinking, sleeping form of an unfamiliar living cat, and she comes to realize that she is stepping into his dream. She is sure that she smells the familiar scents of grasslands and heather, and smiles a little at the thought of it before remembering that her home had rejected her. Just as StarClan had. There is no fondness to be had in the familiarity of the moors.
Thistlewish sits, curling her long tail over her front paws neatly as she narrows sharp green eyes at the young cat's sleeping form. "You would not come here unless you wanted it," she murmurs quietly, unsure if her voice might bring them together in his dream "Or perhaps... You have a greater purpose." 'A purpose for me,' she adds wordlessly, and reaches forward to smooth the ground beside the apprentice. Thistlewish knows better than to scare him.
@Slugpaw
She pushes on through some fog, though that too slows her as she realizes that she is blinded by its thickness. She takes slow, staggered steps until she thinks that she sees something. Thistlewish blinks as she notices the slinking, sleeping form of an unfamiliar living cat, and she comes to realize that she is stepping into his dream. She is sure that she smells the familiar scents of grasslands and heather, and smiles a little at the thought of it before remembering that her home had rejected her. Just as StarClan had. There is no fondness to be had in the familiarity of the moors.
Thistlewish sits, curling her long tail over her front paws neatly as she narrows sharp green eyes at the young cat's sleeping form. "You would not come here unless you wanted it," she murmurs quietly, unsure if her voice might bring them together in his dream "Or perhaps... You have a greater purpose." 'A purpose for me,' she adds wordlessly, and reaches forward to smooth the ground beside the apprentice. Thistlewish knows better than to scare him.
@Slugpaw
OOC //
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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
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WARRIOR of THE DARK FOREST, formerly WindClan
she / her, DFAB
died at 24 moons. poisoned by a shadowclanner who's mate she killed out of jealousy & "loyalty" to her clan.
goldenthistle x brightburn, littermate to none
dark forest companion to slugpaw
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTIONpenned by carat!