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June 22nd, 2024, 11:29 PM
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a mutt that weeps after it kills is still a disobedient dog [ p ]
✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚。⋆ ༘˚✧┆彡 THE MARTYR | DARK FOREST RESIDENT | 33 MOONS ✮✮✮ ✩。°°。✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars
╭₊˚ purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge, kitty softpaws ₊˚੭
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your guilt cannot purify you — you've dug your grave now lie in it
time seems to evade him. the crooked trees loom overhead and the sky is of pure ink. there are no stars, and there is no sun. there is a chill that sits so deep inside his bones that it is as if he has never tasted eternal heat. the scars on his leg says otherwise, though, it is a reminder. (his body is a graveyard of reminders. )
his fur is entwined with twigs and rotten leaves, dirt & mud covering his legs. there is no light in his mismatched irises. he runs and runs and runs through the dead grass, someone is chasing after him. he cannot recall how long he has been running. that is all he does - he tries to run away, to find another place to hide deep inside the ground before he is discovered again.
his thoughts felt splintered, deliberately avoiding rumination until something reminded him. something always did - something always brought him back to the past and then he would forget and then it would repeat. he felt lost within himself, his thoughts consisting of vivid dreams that took him away from this wretched place. never for long enough.
looking into the living world had been a fluke; he had not particularly known that was something he could do. it came in glimpses and flashes, sometimes he knew not what was real and what was simply created within his own head. however, with particular dread the former medicine cat had started to realize something was terribly wrong. at - at least it appeared to be that way. snippets of speech - never explaining fully but from what he had gathered his apprentice had lost her memories. some? all? it was clueless to him.
he should not interfere. if he was her, he would never want to see him again no matter the situation. the blood on his paws would never wash away. his intent would never deter the impact he had on lightningstorm. she had been closer to him than his own family had which is perhaps why thinking of her was as if setting his chest ablaze. his guilt felt all-consuming; it had jaws and it wished to swallow him whole.
but he loved her and the stars were silent as they always were. if flickerlight had been able to visit him all the moons ago then he had to be able to do the same. if that was the situation, he could not sit idle. he wanted to help - he needed to help and perhaps selfishly, he hoped she did not remember him. that she would forget him completely so they could interact as strangers once more — he could assist, and that would be the conclusion.
she did not need to suffer.
the splotched tom stepped slowly into the freezing water, his heart thumping in his chest. his limbs protested against him, a buzzing forming in his paws. he believed he had managed to throw flickerlight off his trail long enough – this was his chance to see her. he had been trying, ever so slowly to learn how to slip away. the water, unfortunately, seemed to be about the only thing that allowed him to focus long enough to do anything. the biting cold numbed all his senses. he stepped further and further until he became submerged in the black water; his vision becoming black.
he let his limbs fall limp, drifting deeper and deeper into the lake. his chest screamed for air but he knew he did not need it. he didn’t know how long he sat at the bottom of that lake until his thoughts took him away. it was if stretching out blindly as he focused on the thought of lightningstorm. everything he could remember about her. her fur, her voice, her scent, her jokes - and he felt something. a warm buzz.
and then with great effort he tugged and tugged until he felt his own reality slip away. he would awake in a different dreamscape. a small, small island with a singular weeping willow. large waves crashed against the bank. and he waited with bated breath to see if she would join him.
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July 2nd, 2024, 08:02 PM
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Re: a mutt that weeps after it kills is still a disobedient dog [ p ]
| Lightningstorm |
20 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
Her dreams had been strange for as long as she could remember. Admittedly, that wasn't much. Her amnesia the biggest oddity in her life... yet one that had been surprisingly unobtrusive. Lightningstorm hadn't found much in the form of friends in her clan, and most certainly not in the way of family, but she could do her job. She was at peace. She was grateful for such things... and yet the sleeping world was... murky. Filled with silent lightning in the best of nights. Smoke, distant screams, darkness, and the reek of singed flesh in the worst. She didn't understand them. These strange dreams of hers. But they were a constant. Always there. Remnants, perhaps, of that which had been lost?
Her shock was clear, then, when she found herself in such a wholly different place. The atmosphere gloomy. Dank. Horrendously crashing with the serenity of what her eyes perceived, the singular willow tree that made its presence known welcoming in its own right as delicate paws approached them. Her curiosity was all consuming, something she knew she'd always carried within. This thirst for knowledge was not a new thing. She could feel it in her very bones. Whiskers pursed as she sniffed the air, only to be distracted by the thunderous crashing of a wave.
Muscles tensed beneath the molly's short coat, fur fluffing up lightly as large ears flattened. It wasn't until she realized what had scared her to begin with that she allowed herself to relax, a snort of amusement escaping her. What was it about dreams that made her so jumpy? You would believe she was constantly assaulted by ruthless nightmares judging solely by her less than serendipitous encounter with this place. And all because some waves had crashed on the shore? Stars, maybe she'd lost a little more than just memories.
"Bit over the top with the noise on here, innit?" Lightningstorm mewed to no one in particular, her tendency to speak to herself having simply become more pronounced in time as loneliness became the natural state of her every day life.
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July 31st, 2024, 06:49 PM
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Re: a mutt that weeps after it kills is still a disobedient dog [ p ]
✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚。⋆ ༘˚✧┆彡 THE MARTYR | DARK FOREST RESIDENT | 28 MOONS (AT DEATH) ✮✮✮ ✩。°°。✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars
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After a while, the martyr thought perhaps she would not be coming and he would sit here alone. He felt firmly placed, present - which was peculiar. He knew not how to leave. What was his body doing outside of here? Floating aimlessly? Cowtuft's thoughts continued to drift, his body shielded by the bushes. A disconnect between his body and mind before a familiar voice caused every movement, every thought to adjourn.
With a startled squeak, the giant splotched tom spun around on his paws. Of course, he always forgets he can't quite feel when his frontpaws step on each other. He attempts to move onward but instead of perhaps a graceful approach to Lightningstorm — Cowtuft stumbles forward out of the bushes and lands flat on his face in front of her path. He lets out a defeated mrrow before gradually pushing himself back into sitting position.
The former medicine cat blinks rapidly, his nose twitching. His fur still was dripping with the water. At least the mud was mostly off. Leaves and twigs were less but er, they were always a hassle.
" Uhm, q - quite so..! Incredibly er, salty,, too.... I absolutely m - must .. advise not swimming... Very much a,,, eye irritant, indeed,,,,, " He blurted out nervously, unable to fully meet his apprentice's gaze as burning shame begun to fill his veins; a wildfire. He waited - waited to see if she remembered. His heart thumped loudly against his chest, blood roaring in floppy ears.
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Re: a mutt that weeps after it kills is still a disobedient dog [ p ]
| Lightningstorm |
20 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
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Almond shaped eyes grew round as the massive form of a feline stumbled and tumbled its way in front of her, catching her entirely off guard. Lightningstorm hadn't expected the company. The one constant her dreams had always carried with them had been how solitary they were. Much like her life, it had seemed. It tugged at her heart. Left an odd void that she couldn't quite understand. A hollowness that seemed to scream at the sight of this giant with the mismatched eyes and his slow, timid way of speaking. That made the blood roar in her ears at the gaze that refused to meet her own.
"Is that so?" she asked, keeping the conversation going by instinct, unwilling to outwardly show just how displaced this stranger had made her. How out of sorts she felt at the sight of him, emotions she couldn't understand wanting to make themselves known... yet blocked by something stronger than themselves.
"Well, if the water's no good, I can recommend a good celandine ointment. Squeeze the herbs carefully into your eyes and you'll be proper good. Can't let those pretty little eyes of yours get any more injured than that if we can avoid it, now can we?"
Lightningstorm's tongue swiped out of her mouth, licking her whiskers clean shortly after speaking. The longer she stared at this cat, the more her heart hurt. She supposed it made sense. The cat looked like misery incarnate. Like if unhappiness was the day to day in a bleak, meandering existence.
And yet that couldn't be right. This wasn't like her time in the real world. In the waking world. Where every cat's life was separate to her own. This was a dream. She knew as much. Was aware enough to understand the difference between the moors and wherever here was. Which meant this cat must be... a part of her dreams? Perhaps some distant memory? It would explain her reaction. Her need to reassure this cat that she wouldn't hurt it. That everything would be alright. The much more vicious undertone of how that was a lie. How nothing would ever be alright again.
"Name's Lightningstorm," the tortoiseshell and white finally stated, lowering her head in an attempt to meet the stranger's eyes. "But you... already know that, right?"
Stars above, it sounded so positively self centered. The assurance that this cat she'd never seen before - that she possibly couldn't remember - knew her somehow. And yet it was all that made sense. Because... he was here with her in her dream. If he was a memory, then she could only assume this was some strange manifestation of her own knowledge come to haunt her subconscious somehow. Which meant... she might just get answers to her lost memories. A clue on how to reobtain them. An empty dream, perhaps. But nothing ventured nothing gained... and with everything shunned and lost to the dark, there was nothing to do but gain from this slight chance to tread on forgotten ground.
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