Open Territory ThunderClan took a walk to the summit at night . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ a ghost(?)

[S t i l l d r e a m]

The moon hung low and bloated above the trees, its pale light trickling through the canopy in faint silvery trails. The slender creature moved like a breeze, paws gliding over damp earth, breath soft against the night chill. The quiet was a balm to the day's searing brightness. She endured the sun to attend her assigned patrols and volunteered for the dusk or dawn shifts whenever she could to spare herself the discomfort. Annoyingly, the clan was filled with its share of morning birds, and she dared not ask for accommodation. After all, she was still new to them. Learning their ways and testing the boundaries of their acceptance.

She slipped between thickets and underbrush like mist, her pale coat catching what little light broke through the trees. Even in the shadows, she gleamed like gossamer in the gloom. Her lavender eyes, well adjusted to the dark, flicked along the path ahead. She very much liked her nighttime walks. Just her, the plants, the gentle symphony of crickets, frogs, and things unseen—all stitching the darkness together with sound.

After a while, she paused at the muddy bank of a stream, cooling her paws against the gentle current. The wind whisked through her pelt as she stopped for a rest. There were always things worth finding in the dark. Plenty of interesting flora that could not be seen in their truest forms during the day. Not all of them were useful. Some were simply... beautiful. ​

OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — oooooooo​

• 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.

 

[Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

He couldn't sleep. How he tried to, but now in the apprentice's den, he couldn't help the knot in his chest that stopped him from dozing off. Boarpaw didn't know why there was so much anxiety about the idea that he was an apprentice now. Perhaps the sudden weight of expectations? Whatever it might be, it buzzed in his mind like the pesky flies in the mill.

Which was how wandering paws found their way outside of camp. The first time since he joined the clan. He was much too scared to before then. Well.... He still was. No one would know that, though, he steeled his racing heart as paws gently thudded against grass as he walked a little ways from camp. He just wanted to tire himself out, get some fresh air. That was all!

But of course, Boarpaw wasn't alone.

There was a rustle, one that sent a cold shiver down his spine. Instinctively, he pressed his body to the ground at the base of an old, decrepit-looking tree, one where the roots seemed to twist and curl and made a perfect place for him to curl up and hide. The apprentice gulped, steeling himself, trying to hear where it was coming from. It wasn't overhead, he could tell as much, no terrible bird looking to make him a tasty meal. But it was past some overgrowth, where he could hear a faint trickling of water.

So, being as brave as a newly made apprentice can be, he crawled away from the tree, trying to peer over tangled roots for whatever was there. He sniffed the air, but everything smelled so strongly of pine and home he couldn't decipher what was nearby.

Until his eyes met with something...

Haunting.

At the riverside, there seemed to be a cat that almost glowed in the moonlight. Shockingly pale against the dark of the night. Boarpaw had to hold his tongue, shocked. He had heard about ghosts and spirits, Starclan... But they didn't live with the living, they wouldn't show up to lounge about the stream. They spoke to Serpentberry and Rowanpaw and Juniperstar...

His fur stood on end as the wind bristled. In such a fearful mindset, Boarpaw had to stop himself from yelping aloud, feeling as if something had brushed past him. The young cat pressed against the ground again, hoping the ghost hadn't seen or heard him. In that moment, he had no idea what to do, even if he had started his training, he didn't think there would be any lessons on how to deal with a haunting....

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
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