SkyClan Journey Backwritten 𝐘𝐎𝐔❜𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑, 𝐊𝐈𝐃 | 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦

[LOSTMOON]

he is a wild child with a wanderer soul that dances with the stars. he has a free spirit, a reckless mind, and a rebel heart that isn't meant to be tamed. love his wild and you will never lose him.

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He knew he was getting closer to kittening, and the reassurance from his clanmates didn't make it any less terrifying. Lostmoon felt like a plucked bird with the grooming he'd been doing during breaks, cursing his long fur. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the public grooming sessions, snuggled up to his victim and happily purring after another grueling day of walking on swollen, throbbing paws.

The petite caregiver mumbled something unintelligible, flopping wherever his paws took him with a loud oomph. Stars. He was huge. If he had the energy, Lostmoon would have shifted into something comfortable, but there was no way he was embarrassing himself by acting like a roly-poly. Nope. He could get up just fine, thank you. Okay. He couldn't. He barely wanted to move which was unlike the energetic tom who hated confined spaces and was practically crying crocodile tears at the thought of being cooped up in the nursery.

During his bug monologue, Lostmoon hadn't realized the visible shift of his stomach until a particularly jarring kick. His lips parted in a surprise 'o' at the sensation, blinking owlishly, unable to tear his gaze away from his stomach. Huh. Maybe he should call Swallowpaw. That was normal, right?

"Swallowpaw?" He called tentatively, timbre borderline confused mixed with surprise. What was he supposed to say? Sure. He felt them sometimes, but not like this. Rambunctious little worms. He feared all of them would have his personality and stars he prayed for SkyClan's sanity.

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sacrifice, that's what we do ✦✦ for the people we love

• ooc
  —— @SWALLOWPAW a week before tigger's house
• 
  still, there is this terrible

  desire

  to be

  loved

  
  
  still, there is this

  horror

  at being

  left behind

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• lostmoon he/him
  ♡ a petite black smoke albino mackerel tabby chimera with pretty owlish pink eyes and vitiligo
  ♡ caregiver of skyclan
  ♡ forty-five moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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[SWALLOWPAW]

swallowpaw bounced around the temporary camp, double-checking their herb stock and fixing up anyone's cobweb wrappings. they couldn't afford stopping, but ponypaw needed the time to recover and their kittens needed a break. she stretches out one of her paws, inspecting the calloused and cracked edges of her pads.

lostmoon's calls for her, and the girl turns her attention to the caretaker. stars, he's… about to pop. he lays on the ground almost pitifully, his face contorting uncomfortable. "um, coming!" she says, padding over in hurried strides.

"is something wrong? do you, uh, need someone to fetch you water? or food?" her eyes dart around the clearing, prematurely picking out someone to (timidly, anxious) ask to help. swallowpaw frets over lostmoon whenever she has the time, and she knows the dual-toned tom loves the attention. the day of lostmoon's kittens creeps closer and closer, a reminder that their destination is still up in the air. when they arrive, they'll be sitting still for days while he recovers from birth.

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