Through the veil of pale white miasma she saw the outline of the chocolate molly, her broader shoulders and head raised high despite the lack of visibility was hard to mistake for anyone else - leaders always did tend to keep themselves held in such a noble way even in death, pathetic really. What use was there for posturing now? In death you should be unapologetically raw, let everything you once held inside out, because what more punishment could be wrought upon you in the end of times.
"Coffeestar, darling, still roaming lost? Where's your little sidekick?" It was not often Thornstar was far from the tabby, as one of the newest founders to StarClan he clung to her like a lost kit; it might be endearing if it hadn't been so annoying but she had no qualms saying hello now that the older molly was on her own - if it came to a fight she could take the single opponent easily. Inky black pools formed beneath her paws as she sauntered closer, the ichor that dripped down her legs from the underbelly wound not visible from her front facing angle left her already dark limbs looking as if she trawled through the muck of her former home. ShadowClan hadn't changed too much since her time, perhaps a little more dry, more trees, somewhat displaced from the territory she once walked. "I took a visit to SkyClan recently, bet you miss them a lot don't you?"
Ooc- @COFFEESTAR
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BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP HAVE YOU ANY SOUL? NO SIR, BY THE WAY, WHAT THE HELL ARE MORTALS
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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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