death can't separate us [p]

[phantom]

↳ *riverwhisper* ༉‧₊˚✧
the lost lover
worldweaver t2 ✦ he/him ✦ died at 25 moons ✦ 1 moon in death

✧.* Riverwhisper sighed. He was upset. He hadn't seen his mate since the battle and he knew he'd never get to be a father. Why had he tried to attack Dawnstar of all cats? He should have known he'd die. He should have known. Taking a deep breath, he pulled swanberry into a dream, waiting to see when she would respond.

@Marigoldwhisper

[Marigoldwhisper]

[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\29 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"

Baby Boomer - [INACTIVE]
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(officially de-aging swan by a moon :3)

Sleep. It seemed to be all she could do as of late. The moon had begun rising in the inky sky, calling her eyelids to flutter and her paws to slow with the promise of sleep. Once she ducked inside the warriors den, she felt her claws catching on loose moss. A low growl escaped her parched throat before she settled down and twisted and turned in the comfort of her mossbed.

She turned to face the entrance of her enclosure, blinking slowly at the conversing cats. Even as the buzzing of their mews died down, she could still hear their paws pads thud against the ground. What a day... What wasted space. At least a good amount of cats were better off than she was, and reasonably so. Starclan hated her, so she'd hate them right back. She wasn't sure when or why her ancestors had grown so antagonistic, but they had. And they were coming for her at all sides.

One thing. Why couldn't they let her keep one good thing? She had somecat, a really amazing somecat, and well, just look at what happened to that. The queen wrinkled her nose before turning away, allowing her eyes to slip into enteral black.


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Dreaming. She was dreaming? Usually no dreams came to her, just darkness before she awoke to the light streaming into the warriors den. But this time was different. Swanberry was still laying on the ground, yet the temporary camp for Riverclan was no more. No rock beneath her paws, just a long and large meadow with long stems of grass. It felt... Weird, to have grass underneath her paws again. Not only that, but the grass was starry and a light purple-ish blue. The sky was light and full of clouds. Huh...

Swanberry rose to her paws, shaking herself carefully to rid her fur of grass but not her accessory's. She blinked away the breeze and looked around. Was she... Was she dead? In Starclan? Jeez. What a surprise. With how much they hated her she thought going to the Darkforest was the destination for her. Who could've possibly...? Riverwhisper. She knew for a fact that he would've fought tooth and claw for her to join the ranks of Starclan with him.

The queen looked at her own paws. They weren't starry by any means, completely normal actually... So she was alive? Okay, okay, so she was dreaming, but why? She took a few steps farther into the meadow, padding with a level of discomfort as grass slid between her legs and through her fur. Then a figure, a starry one at that. Swanberry cocked her head at it, observing and tracing their silhouette.

Green eyes widened and her pace came to a sudden halt. Swanberry couldn't believe it... She wouldn't, she couldn't she- was he really there? She opened her maw to speak but nothing came. Her thoughts were empty, her throat was dry. But her eyes? Overflowing. Wet tears streamed down her face, her lip trembling in silent cry. She ran up to him, outstretched her arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying her face into his chest.

"Oh stars, I missed you. I missed you so much..."

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