JUSTICEFAWN
DIE YOUR DAUGHTER
[ TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of death and descriptions of decay. ]
As Windclan waged war, and caterwauls struck the sky, Justicefawn found the entire pursuit wholly frivolous. Any conflict seemed glib to the molly detached from the whims of the stars. It was certainly not worth the pain and the sorrow that came from it, she knew. Everyone who walked the earth simply waited to die, and any inflicted blemishes and blisters only softened the meat for the great mother-earth, like heat sweetening the welting flesh. In death, all were equal. If it were up to her... she would bring them all to its waiting embrace, herself included. But fighting simply made decay's job easier, opening the wounds for the soil to take hold, as if placing oneself in the bated jaws of a starving beast. In a way, it made sense for her to want for war. The devotee of death could hardly excuse the melancholy that followed, the tendrils of it that followed them like hungered ghosts. And ghosts were the epitome of unrest, wrung from the gossamer fabric of purgatory.
Depsite the inhospitable weather, Justicefawn could still be seen lying besides the sleeping Monster. The shade of the dormant beast kept her marginally warm, its jagged outline reaching far beyond her loosely curled form. More than anything, though, she spent this quietude with her sibling and her parent. For many moments, the black tabby did not allow words to flutter from her maw, as if her drive to speak simply faded into the warm fog that whistled between her teeth. Whiskers waded along the icy vapor that danced between her mouth and the air before her, a dainty lilt as if shrugged gently by some breeze. Eventually, her head rose to meet the bodies of Temperancetrill and Solacewhisper, lying closely besides her. "Hm... Temperancetrill... Solacewhisper... What do you think of the conflict?" Dull olive gaze rolled towards her sister, though it was not a question laced in inflamed malice, with curiosity simply flitting along her tongue like it slaked some passing thirst. Justicefawn, for one, could not drum up the appropriate sympathy for those affected. But, perhaps she should pretend. Everyone hated to be reminded of the creeping sense of mortality, always just a tail-length away. ( Wasn't it crueler to never acknowledge the great shadow in the room, and instead carry on as if it had no weight? )
As Windclan waged war, and caterwauls struck the sky, Justicefawn found the entire pursuit wholly frivolous. Any conflict seemed glib to the molly detached from the whims of the stars. It was certainly not worth the pain and the sorrow that came from it, she knew. Everyone who walked the earth simply waited to die, and any inflicted blemishes and blisters only softened the meat for the great mother-earth, like heat sweetening the welting flesh. In death, all were equal. If it were up to her... she would bring them all to its waiting embrace, herself included. But fighting simply made decay's job easier, opening the wounds for the soil to take hold, as if placing oneself in the bated jaws of a starving beast. In a way, it made sense for her to want for war. The devotee of death could hardly excuse the melancholy that followed, the tendrils of it that followed them like hungered ghosts. And ghosts were the epitome of unrest, wrung from the gossamer fabric of purgatory.
Depsite the inhospitable weather, Justicefawn could still be seen lying besides the sleeping Monster. The shade of the dormant beast kept her marginally warm, its jagged outline reaching far beyond her loosely curled form. More than anything, though, she spent this quietude with her sibling and her parent. For many moments, the black tabby did not allow words to flutter from her maw, as if her drive to speak simply faded into the warm fog that whistled between her teeth. Whiskers waded along the icy vapor that danced between her mouth and the air before her, a dainty lilt as if shrugged gently by some breeze. Eventually, her head rose to meet the bodies of Temperancetrill and Solacewhisper, lying closely besides her. "Hm... Temperancetrill... Solacewhisper... What do you think of the conflict?" Dull olive gaze rolled towards her sister, though it was not a question laced in inflamed malice, with curiosity simply flitting along her tongue like it slaked some passing thirst. Justicefawn, for one, could not drum up the appropriate sympathy for those affected. But, perhaps she should pretend. Everyone hated to be reminded of the creeping sense of mortality, always just a tail-length away. ( Wasn't it crueler to never acknowledge the great shadow in the room, and instead carry on as if it had no weight? )
- OOC: Please wait for @temperancetrill ! Also tagging @Solacewhisper but no need to wait for them :3
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JUSTICEFAWN & SHE/THEY & 17 MOONS