odessa
January 25th, 2025, 11:43 PM
things palekiss sees
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“I’ll return tenfold each ‘n every wrongdoing your Clan has ever forced mine to endure, to the point your own ancestors won’t even recognize you once I send you to 'em.”
A snicker escaped her.
Threats right out the cave entrance, and she hadn't even gotten comfortable yet. She licked her stained claws clean and purred happily to herself. Some gatherings were stale berries, but this was a ripe deathberry ready to be popped. Sitting in, overlooking, on this one was no mistake for her. The theatrics were to die for.
"The Starcave has collapsed. There ain't no way in, no way out as far as I can tell."
It served those hedonists right: so strung-up on their high bears, tossing their manes like they were lions and not mange-pelts. Palekiss gave a phantom yawn and stretched out her toes. Watching gatherings was fun, but only when the leaders got into a spat. She blinked languidly, wishing she had minnows to munch on.
Unsurprisingly, nobody wanted to do anything for that stupid cave. Anyone who held faith in those stars were outright fools. Palekiss side-eyed Twilightstar for her suggestion for that reason. She always thought that leader was softhearted. anyway. She shifted on the deadened tree stump she was perched upon. Why any medicine cat would collaborate with one another, she didn't know. Something flowery like alliances tasted as good as rotten flesh.
Here and now, her only interest was the vitriolic resentment between ThunderClan and RiverClan. The others played civil and stable too well, and slice of life never concerned her. She wanted to see families torn with grief, wanted to see cats burn with guilt and hatred.
Sighing, she leapt down from her stump and stalked off. An ear twitched intermittently. What she wouldn't give to live again, to feel tangible hurt. Waterfalls and blazing fires, air bubbles from drowning cats. She wanted her whiskers to quiver at the cry of fury. All she got was the decaying dirt between her paws.
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“I’ll return tenfold each ‘n every wrongdoing your Clan has ever forced mine to endure, to the point your own ancestors won’t even recognize you once I send you to 'em.”
A snicker escaped her.
Threats right out the cave entrance, and she hadn't even gotten comfortable yet. She licked her stained claws clean and purred happily to herself. Some gatherings were stale berries, but this was a ripe deathberry ready to be popped. Sitting in, overlooking, on this one was no mistake for her. The theatrics were to die for.
"The Starcave has collapsed. There ain't no way in, no way out as far as I can tell."
It served those hedonists right: so strung-up on their high bears, tossing their manes like they were lions and not mange-pelts. Palekiss gave a phantom yawn and stretched out her toes. Watching gatherings was fun, but only when the leaders got into a spat. She blinked languidly, wishing she had minnows to munch on.
Unsurprisingly, nobody wanted to do anything for that stupid cave. Anyone who held faith in those stars were outright fools. Palekiss side-eyed Twilightstar for her suggestion for that reason. She always thought that leader was softhearted. anyway. She shifted on the deadened tree stump she was perched upon. Why any medicine cat would collaborate with one another, she didn't know. Something flowery like alliances tasted as good as rotten flesh.
Here and now, her only interest was the vitriolic resentment between ThunderClan and RiverClan. The others played civil and stable too well, and slice of life never concerned her. She wanted to see families torn with grief, wanted to see cats burn with guilt and hatred.
Sighing, she leapt down from her stump and stalked off. An ear twitched intermittently. What she wouldn't give to live again, to feel tangible hurt. Waterfalls and blazing fires, air bubbles from drowning cats. She wanted her whiskers to quiver at the cry of fury. All she got was the decaying dirt between her paws.