Mourning Ruins

[Marigoldwhisper]

Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\17 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."


Lybirds Lullaby [ACTIVE] Mind Reader [ACTIVE]
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Based on name alone, Mudslide could've sworn this place was a graveyard.

Yet, the area blossomed with life and a good amount of squirrels scurried uncomfortably close to her multicoloured paws. The only thing particularly baren about the area was the odd structure in it, like a frame made of charred bark and wood. The she-cat flicked an ear at the oddly anonymous thing before turning her head to look at her apprentice. While anxious, he seemed to be quite observant but easily overwhelmed by new surroundings something Mudslide couldn't understand but wouldn't undermine. Mosquitopaw deserved to have his own feelings respected but maybe she could show him the joys of breaking away and just wandering.

Her whiskers twitched in amusement, almost akin to a smile, but she wouldn't allow herself one. Heck, her face wouldn't allow it unless Mosquitopaw wanted to see an odd maw full of teeth in her attempt to cheese a grin.

"Mourning Ruins." She rasped before shaking her head as if to say, No, it's not a gravesite, you won't find skeletons here.

Tags:
@nyme // Mosquitopaw

[Aroogi]

HE/HIM • ENFORCER • 31M • SHADOWCLAN
"A large marbled tabby tom with large, tusk-like teeth."
PURRKS: N/A

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The large tom made it to the ruins, the resting place for so many of their clanmates. Gently sliding Yellowtwist off his back, he bagan to dig a hole. Once dug, he slid the former Enforcer into it and curled him up to look as if he was sleeping. Once done, he prayed to the stars to keep him safe and speed his journey to them.

Covering the tom with earth, he would turn his back and head back to camp.

[ @Mica // just to show hes been buried! ]

[nyme]

TIMID TWITCH IN YOUR WIDE EYES

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MOSQUITOPAW . 7 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN

-Shadowclan
-Mourning Ruins

His list grows, and he is satisfied by that. As daunting as it is to set out and see all these places, Mosquitopaw cannot help but be downright tickled by all the new things he'll know about. Morning like sunrise or mourning like grief...? Neither really seem to fit. Is. Is there perhaps a third thing that sound could mean? Hmm...a question for another day, perhaps. Mosquitopaw finds himself still reluctant to give in to the urge to voice his thousands of questions; there's the stereotype of a wide-eyed, yappy apprentice that he'a reluctant to play into—not that he begrudges any cat for being that way, just that he wants to be easy. But they're in a new place, now, and some tome has passed, so Mosquitopaw allows himself another question:

"D—sorry, d'you know what that is?" He nods his head toward the big, blackened whatever-it-is. "It...it's uh. S'kinda weird lookin'." Part of him wants to take a closer look. Part of him is worried what unknown danger that thing might house.

@Marigoldwhisper ; MUDSLIDE