[finley]

c o b w e b f e r n ┆ ☆

she / they . 23 moons . riverclan mca

a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur.
purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl

trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3

└> . . . @squidz ; @Marigoldwhisper it's TIIIMEEEE (cobweb is mariah carey confirmed)

it was hard to be excited when grief wrapped around you like a weighted blanket. choked you, swallowed you up in its embrace.

cobwebfern's pawsteps were heavy, mind in a different place as they walked. was she excited? yes. was she grieving, and sad? yes. but.. was she absolutely, terribly, paralyzed with fear for this starcave visit? a million times yes. cracking a small grin at her own joke, cobweb was snapped out of her thoughts by her stomach grumbling- embarassingly loudly. ' sorry. ' she forced out, mouth feeling like it was filled with cotton.

she hadn't eaten very well the last couple of days. every time she had forced something down her throat, she'd either thrown it back up or just wasn't able to eat at all, her Grief Blanket tm wrapping itself around her throat and stopping her from eating whatsoever. ' anyone else.. hungry? ' an awful attempt at conversation. stars, cobwebfern, couldn't you just be normal for one second?

' aye, chap, ya doin' al'ight? hm, really bad question. 'guess nocat can really be 'doin' al'right' right now. ' cobwebfern let a small smile escape and she bumped her head affectionately against the soon-to-be-leader's forehead. ' yeah.. i'm not doing okay.. i'm scared- terrified, really, and i miss storms.. so much. but i think.. i know you're going to do well. i can tell. '

cobwebfern's eyes darted around, instinct to be paranoid and scared taking over for a second. her gaze caught on berryshine, and she moved to wind her tail around her mentor. ' berries.. it's going to be okay.. right? ' her voice was uncertain, lacking the power and confidence she had taken on days earlier while directing storm's.. well. you know.

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" it’s awful out here, socrates . "