She can feel the tangled undergrowth shift, the earth barring its heart and secrets, a thousand claws scrambling to break free from the torment of eternal wander and hunger. Her own ribs show through curled white fur marred in mud and blood-stained and tarnished since her first day falling into this pit. Fleecefur had dreams once, when she first realized they did not need to sleep she would do so for the sake of losing herself in the comfort of memories, surrounded in a blissful fog of ignorance and reminiscing of days long past. She stopped when she realized it only made the ache more pronounced, only widened the hole inside her that grew with every ragged breath and dying gasp. The point molly had witnessed cat after cat descend into madness, lost and gibbering, mindless little ants circling with no escape; but there were few who still held even after all this time. The trees bowed with a wind she didn't feel, a chill permeated the air and the brush constricted as if to deny them the grace of movement; she can not even begin to count the number of thorns she has picked bloodied and deep from her paws to spit into a pile. The sliver in the divide she had used to reach out to a heart as heavy as her own was closed for the time, barred in bramble and secluded from prying eyes who might usurp her plans, ruin what she was trying to build. The former ShadowClan cat tilted her head up, eyes shining with predatory grace as she smiled in a way that was too sincere for the blood and ichor that dripped from her pelt,
"Good morning, everyone. Have I got news for you~"
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FLEECEFUR
— Dark Forest Denizen | Former ShadowClan Deputy
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A tall black color point molly with blue eyes.
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