& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me
Graves were strange, it was just a hole until a body was placed into it and then it was a memorial; a testament to a life lived. His nose wrinkles from the scent of lavender, the stench of death warded off by the overly floral essence. He nibbles the stem of the flower in his mouth idly, its more a distraction than anything tasty but the bitterness of it helps keep him grounded rather than dazing off into space. Coalstrike was dead and there was a familiar body buried in the marshes among the many bones they had uncovered from long, long ago. Another ghost to haunt the forest. His paws knead the ground as he thinks, one lifts to pluck one of the wilted blooms between his toes to bring to his face to examine - it was nice, it would do. Flowers were getting harder to find as it got cooler, the chill choking them until they faded and crumbled into dust.
"These ones are just wild flowers, I think. They don't have names, just colors. I like the yellow ones cause they look like the moon at night, but the blue ones are pretty too. There's another blue flower I really like but it does not grow right now. I have not seen it for a while."
He wonders what Coalstrike would think of the decoration, realizes he would hate it and snorts in amusement before turning to tuck another flower over the bubbling froth of the big tom's throat to hide the gruesome wound Wolfpack had left behind. It was a mercy, the young tom reminds himself, a mercy to die by the claws of another warrior rather than wither away but he wonders why a deathberry would not have sufficed. Was it seen as weakness to let a medicine cat guide you gently into slumber? Were they to only patch wounds and usher one back into battle. His feelings were a mix of things, the horror of what had befallen a clanmate almost a passive thought to the turmoil of not knowing where he stood when it came to his duties, his designs.
"I don't think he would really like the flowers, but I have heard they mean things to spirits. Remembrance, a scent they can follow to always know where home is. So you can place on one him if you like...I picked several." His violet gaze finds the tom's kits in the gathered crowd of cats, they were a strange bunch with their two fathers and (frankly obnoxious) mother but they were shadow born and now knew the loss of a parent to another clan; if that didn't strengthen their bond with the marshes then nothing would, but it was a shame this was the path they ended up on.
"These ones are just wild flowers, I think. They don't have names, just colors. I like the yellow ones cause they look like the moon at night, but the blue ones are pretty too. There's another blue flower I really like but it does not grow right now. I have not seen it for a while."
He wonders what Coalstrike would think of the decoration, realizes he would hate it and snorts in amusement before turning to tuck another flower over the bubbling froth of the big tom's throat to hide the gruesome wound Wolfpack had left behind. It was a mercy, the young tom reminds himself, a mercy to die by the claws of another warrior rather than wither away but he wonders why a deathberry would not have sufficed. Was it seen as weakness to let a medicine cat guide you gently into slumber? Were they to only patch wounds and usher one back into battle. His feelings were a mix of things, the horror of what had befallen a clanmate almost a passive thought to the turmoil of not knowing where he stood when it came to his duties, his designs.
"I don't think he would really like the flowers, but I have heard they mean things to spirits. Remembrance, a scent they can follow to always know where home is. So you can place on one him if you like...I picked several." His violet gaze finds the tom's kits in the gathered crowd of cats, they were a strange bunch with their two fathers and (frankly obnoxious) mother but they were shadow born and now knew the loss of a parent to another clan; if that didn't strengthen their bond with the marshes then nothing would, but it was a shame this was the path they ended up on.
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I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces
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MAGPIEPAW
— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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