Territory i could take you places . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ maremane

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The moor was quiet—breathless—clouds drifting across the sky like ships over a silver sea. Light spilled between in scattered veils, softening the shimmer of her white pelt as she tread softly among the gorse and windswept dips, each step is a ripple across a brittle sea.

The open land left her feeling untethered, as though one strong gust might carry her off entirely. ThunderClan's territory was not as cloaked as ShadowClan's, but it still offered shelter in its thickets and trees. Here, the fields were far too bare, too exposed—and she dreaded to imagine how much brighter it would be under an unbroken sun.

The wind combed the hollows, dry and sun-warmed. It didn't carry the rich earthiness she was used to, and the soil felt too parched for the spongy things she loved to thrive. She sighed inwardly but soothed her disappointment with a new mission to find any manner of herbs that didn't grown in the shade-dappled woods. Some herbs flourished in sun and wind, and this place had both in abundance.

Then a scent drifted—soft, unfamiliar—brushing against her senses like a lullaby. She turned with the breeze, eyes narrowing on a flash of purple nestled low in the golden grass. Slender stalks, tiny clustered blooms, bright and vibrant against the beige.

Stilldream drifted closer, collecting brittle seedheads that clung to her flowing pelt. The ghost paused above the flower, head tilted, curiosity glinting behind her frosted lashes. She leaned closer, inhaling the scent before leaning back with a gentle smile. "Mmm… my, how lovely~" Then with care, she nips a few stems free, weaving them delicately into the plumage of her tail.

Coin Flip for Success: Heads → Illness → Lavender

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OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — @MAREMANE​

• 𖥸 LH albino w/ bluish red eyes and abnormal ears.
  𖥸 A calm and ethereal sounding voice.
  𖥸 Likes long walks in the woods, kissing in graveyards, and collecting fungi at sundown.
  𖥸 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𖥸 Smells strongly of herbs and detritus.

 

[MAREMANE]

fart

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Here, the sun took it all. Here, nothing was left in the shadows.

Maremane had known this for most of her life. This was not the first summer she had taken cover in the shade, but it was the first summer she had no man-made roof over her head to filter out the heat. Each day grew hotter, the grasses angling thirstily towards the reprieve projected by clouds. It dried out her patience and her wit.

The nights were milder, mellow with coziness that was not found in the uncomfortable, sweaty light. Fireflies took up the stage of the prairie, lightshows beating like hearts across the wildflowers. She could breathe without humidity forced down her throat.

Closing her eyes, she let a breeze bordering on cold hit her head-on. Venomous eyes opened, shining in the dark. As if by supernature, a silhouette glinted pearly against the low light.

"Who are you?" Maremane interrogated, pupils thinning to slits despite the darkness. The broken stems bled crisp, heavy lavender scent into the air, almost (but not quite) masking the familiar hint of tension and leaf litter. Her voice clawed its way out of the confusion, coalescing from fog into an accusation. Despite it, her fur prickled, the vision of the four-eared ghost in front of her sending apprehension skittering across the back of her neck.