[Myling]

 

Originally Posted by Dolomedes

Moonmeadow
| She/they | ShC warrior | Moons: 22 | Purrks: Shadow Fiend |Beefed Up Tier 1 |

Uhhhhh... who was here right now? Was Willowpaw talking about the corpses or was she talking about ghosts or something or someone else? Moonmeadow wasn't actually that sure but for the first two, yes, there are probably spirits visiting and also there were corpses here but neither are something to be scared of. It wasn't like they weren't friends. Oftentimes cats that were enemies did not have the luxury of being buried in Moonlit Grove. At least, none to Moonmeadow's knowledge. And also to Moonmeadow's knowledge cats don't change after death. They are just dead. That's all. So fearing spirits is as silly as fearing the very same clanmates you share a camp with, at least in this feline's opinion. Her hazy green eyes moved across the dark space and then back to Willowpaw as the warriors worked to put her words into order and didn't end up rambling too much. "Well, uh, if you mean corpses, yeah. They are laid to rest here. If you meant ghosts, also yes, but they are your ancestors, your clanmates. Death doesn't change that, the cats buried here are friends just as they were in life."

With that Moonmeadow allowed Willowpaw more time to ask anymore follow up questions before she nodded to signal that the pair needed to start moving again. They were almost done, just the mourning ruins and then the last border and tada! Done and done and Willowpaw can scratch the ol' touring off the list. Moonmeadow wondered how the kid's other training was going for her. Hopefully well, training the youth was important to Moonmeadow. Well, that meant onto the next thing. The warrior hummed again, it was her go-to when it came to filling empty noise, the warrior didn't like silence very much and soon they came across the burnt remains of the Twoleg nest. It has certainly seen better days but the old thing has only brought along good hunting for Moonmeadow so she supposed there was beauty in everything if tried to see the positive.

"This here is the Mourning Ruins. An old Twoleg nest that burned moons ago, it killed a couple o' cats as it went down, hence its name. Though recently the thing has started bringing prey so it isn't all bad." The warrior explained as she allowed Willowpaw time to ask anything or explore a bit. It was a little routine for each spot and she hoped that Willowpaw didn't mind the lack of games that Moonmeadow had for every spot. Her green eyes moved around, as if taking in the sight again for the first time. It was a strange place, of sad origins, but that didn't mean it couldn't find new light. It just takes some time is all.

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Shadow's Break
Croaking Swamp
Sunkissed Creek
Mourning Ruins
Icy Heartlands
Moonlit Grotto

Herondive Hollow
Saltmeadow Marsh
Whispering Wetlands

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 8 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail]

She'd nod, though on the inside, Willowpaw still thought that some wheezing elder would do some voodoo-magic and start crawling out from its grave. Or something like that. She herself knew that was irrational, but to her mind it was the truth, if maybe a little wonky. 'But... you don't look the same after death. Something caused you're death. Won't you be grumpy about it? Angry? Sad?' She'd think, 'Wouldn't you act different in some way?'. She'd not mention that, but it still lurked in the shadows of her mind as they began traveling to they're next destination.She'd wrap her tail around herself as the wrecked ruins of the Twoleg nest came into full-view. Nothing about this was appealing, and there was nothing to lure her into thinking this might be a nice little place to stay at. Willowpaw eyed the cogs that grew off the main building, and she'd momentarily ponder what it was used for. Mourning Ruins. She'd think that was a pretty fitting name, and almost had to hold back a shiver. "An old Twoleg nest that burned moons ago. It killed a couple of cats as it came down". That sentence should've been enough to make Willowpaw pass out. Now that she thought about it, there was probably a lot of things that'd make her pass out, or want too at least. She'd try to imagine this place lit on fire, all while cats were still inside the nest. Willowpaw almost couldn't with how beat down it looked, how'd the fire get its self spreading there? Did it climb over there? That no longer spinny cog thing would've probably been tasty for fire? But mostly, the thought of cats dying trapped inside the nest lit aflame with no way to get out... But er, at least prey was starting to rejuvenate near here? She'd still not have a cell about her understand how Moonmeadow was not completely spooked out from the, you know? Big spooky once-burning-everyone-to-death broken down water-cog-holding Twoleg nest?? She was pretty sure Moonmeadow had nerves of steel or something. She'd realize she was probably waiting for her to ask a question or two. That didn't count as like, really weird? She hadn't been staring, had she?? She didn't normally stare! Did she even stare in the first place? Did Moonmeadow think staring was really weird and not normal? What did Moonmeadow think of her? Her mind would keep on spinning in a little circle of 'Did i do that? Thats really bad but did i do this?' and after maybe having three threads of thought at the same time, she mewed, "I-It won't burn a-again. R-Right?"