Top of the world, the globe is spinnin' [VA]

[Rose]

Fallenpaw
She/Her | Former ShadowClanner

Bright, attentive emerald hues watched the water, not missing a thing. "Brother." The female murmured with evident relief when she spotted a muscular, dark-furred, handsome tabby moving around ShadowClan's clearing.

Always with some sort of self-wrought purpose behind those long strides. He just never give himself the break he deserved. It seemed to be ingrained in his head that at all times he should be moving around, doing something or the other.

"Brother." She repeated again, as if just saying the word over and over would remind him to visit her. There was a raw, lonely, keening whine behind the word that she'd not intended. She was tired of this, of being weak. Fallenpaw wished that she'd taken the cost of life more seriously, if only to spend time with the family she'd been without for so long.

There it was. Fallenpaw was lonely. Lonely beyond measure. No one in life besides Darkfall remembered her well... and even he was drifting away, slowly. It had started small. A whisper here, a shadow there. A dried leaf, crusted with age. A pinecone, crushed to bits and turned to dust. Eventually, Fallenpaw began to notice that her reality was slipping. She wasn't able to figure day from night. Once upon a time, she'd been able to escape into her own mind, a dreamscape even after death where she could be the one to control the weather, the sky, the time of day. Except, now, she felt weak.

Frail, all over again.

She was being forgotten, and she didn't blame anyone. Oh no, she blamed herself, for not making herself a more memorable cat. She was being forgotten, and her window to the world below was closing.

Sometimes, Darkfall disappeared so off the charts, away from her emerald gaze, that she'd feared... she'd feared he'd left her. Darkfall went often, nowadays. To the outskirts, where she could not follow his steps. Worse than that, Fallenpaw recalled the moment when she'd searched for her brother's soul in ShadowClan's lands and found it missing... she'd hoped. For a deranged, impossible second, she'd hoped he'd died. Maybe he'd come to be with her, finally.

And then she'd hated herself for the thought, but what was done was done. He deserved to live his life, and she would always be grateful he could still live on when she could not.