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Played By: Lunlun
Custom Title: Shy. Tiny tortie assassin.
Joined: 3-September 17
Last Seen: Jun 17 2018, 07:44 PM
Local Time: Jun 24 2018, 02:38 PM
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Jun 14 2018, 08:38 AM
Swiftshadow didn't go far on her walk tonight. Sunfang had, true to his self-sacrifing nature, done too much again. He was a little worse off than he should be, and the knowledge felt heavy on her shoulders. She should not be bitter for it, but here she was.
Determined not to lay her sorrows on an already-struggling mate, Swiftshadow lay sprawled in the grass near camp. From here she could see the sun as it sunk toward the horizon beyond distant trees. The wind whispered in the grass, making promises it couldn't keep.
Her dappled tortoiseshell pelt would soon be all but invisible against the land and sky. Then, perhaps, she could hunt. Something was needed to keep her busy or even exhaust her, to drag off the grief and resentment in her heart.
She missed her mother, or the way that Paleblossom smiled- had she done that today? She missed Ivysyar's praise in her ears or the soothing cadence of Rowanstar's voice when he called a meeting. She missed Dawnpaw's cheerful calls when Sageleaf came to see her. Polkastrike, at the very least, seemed to be holding to strength. But that mask of calm could be deceptive, and she worried for him too. Cats didn't have to have died to grieve for them, she'd learned. And her heart ached for Sunfang, who she knew suffered despite his constant assurances otherwise. Her grief for herself needed to stay quiet and distant, at least until things settled down.
May 27 2018, 09:47 AM
Swiftshadow padded toward Paleblossom's den, her ears twitching as she listened for the cats within. Was Paleblossom here at the moment? Not that she wouldn't mind the medicine cat's company- Pale was always a welcome presence. But there was another cat she was looking for today.
She'd heard of Dawnpaw. Sageleaf had mentioned her before and spoke of her as if Dawnpaw was one of her own litter. It wasn't until the little she-cat had returned to the Clan that Swiftshadow realized Dawnpaw was another like her; a kit taken in when she had no one else to raise them. Swiftshadow might have been older than Dawnpaw when Sageleaf took to mothering her, but she supposed the feelings were much the same.
She wanted to meet her. Especially when she'd seen the way that Heronpaw and Cranepaw avoided the tiny she-cat. Swiftshadow had to admit that she avoided them, too. Maybe she shouldn't have, but after the mess they'd made of their relationship with Sageleaf, she couldn't bring herself to entirely swallow her frustration. Their mother had done nothing to wrong them. At least Heronpaw seemed to recognize that.
"Dawnpaw?" Swiftshadow called timidly into the medicine den. The little tortoiseshell had to get right to the den's opening just to be heard, her soft voice failing to carry well over any significant distance. "Are you in here?" Her scent was certainly here. It brought a spark of envy to her chest that Swiftshadow dismissed. Paleblossom was friends with everyone, and her heart only made it that much easier to do. She'd shared space and friendship with Brindleflower, hadn't she?
May 15 2018, 07:16 PM
Swiftshadow patrolled borders regularly. She was a huntress first and a soldier second, but the instinct to find her mate was stronger than ever. Shock had given way to grief. Desperation clawed its way in at the worst of times. If she wasn't training Tumblepaw, she was moving. If she wasn't checking in on Polkastrike and Berrypaw, she was patrolling. If Paleblossom and Sageleaf weren't soothing her frayed nerves, Swiftshadow could not stay still.
It felt like she'd left a permanent ring around WindClan's moors. Her paws had passed these same borders over and over again. She could not go hunting for Sunfang without a lead. She couldn't beg permission of her leader without something to help her.
It was understandable. It was frustrating. It was unbearable to the point of being physically nauseating.
Swiftshadow stopped, unseen in the shadows of the long grass and heather that disguised her. Her dark, tortoiseshell pelt was a blessing now. Gold eyes locked to the figure of a cat up ahead, but the figure hadn't moved. He stood, waiting on their border like a statue. Telegraphavenue, the medicine cat with the strangest name of the Clans- and some of the others were unusual indeed -looked petrified. He was crying.
"Telegraph?" Swiftshadow called uneasily, uncertain. He wasn't threatening, far from it, but experience had taught her a lot about expectations. This was Paleblossom's friend, same as Midnighttheater was. Medicine cats were the exception to the divides between Clans. Stepping out of the grasses, the little tortoiseshell lifted her muzzle to show her face more clearly to the equally timid ThunderClan tom.
Apr 28 2018, 07:40 PM
Swiftshadow tucked her dark nose into the warmth of her own fur, curled into a tight ball in the nest she shared with Sunfang. Behind her, Polkastrike's nest lay empty. Her brother was still hunting on the moors. Sunfang would be returning soon, she hoped, for the moss felt colder without him near.
The little tortoiseshell still felt dwarfed by the expanse of the warriors den. It wasn't the same, cluttered comfort that she'd found in the medicine den with Paleblossom all those moons ago. The moss didn't smell sweet and bitter with the herbs stored behind them. The air was full of soft breathing and gentle snores at almost any hour- never the contemplative silence she was used to or the soft giggles from the she-cats who'd called it home. How Crowpaw had lingered in the background, ill but still warming to the Clan who'd taken him in.
She sighed softly, pained for the loss of what she knew but hopeful for the future she was building. She had an apprentice. Sunfang, Polkastrike, and Magneticmountain all had apprentices, too. Brindleflower's kits were growing fast and learning faster. Sageleaf was home again.
The tortoiseshell wearily closed her eyes. Just to rest, until the warmth of her wildcat mate could curl around her. The other half of her fragile heart. If her breathing evened a little further than she'd intended, soothed by the faded scent of Sunfang in the moss, it was no great loss to Swiftshadow.
Mar 20 2018, 07:57 PM
Swiftpaw lay with her head on her paws, curling her tail tightly against her flank as she moped. It felt like such a silly thing to do, lying about when there was work to be done. She just needed some time, and the bustling noise of camp felt like too much right now. She hadn't gone far from the center of camp, instead choosing to curl up on a grassy knoll just beyond the nursery and the rise behind it. The faint voices of kits was still audible in her ears, though none of them had wandered near.
She flattened her ears, trying to block the noise. They'd all lost so much in recent moons, and it stung like nettles in her throat to know that the loss this time was her own. She felt selfish to wish that it had never happened. Crowpaw had been suffering for some time, and he was finally at peace. But he was still dead, and the hole he left behind was painful.
Polkastrike had returned more quickly to duty. She was taking some extra time, but she knew that soon she'd have to follow. They wouldn't get much time together, given all the demands on a Clan with so many mouths to feed and few to feed them. It was exhausting and stressful.
She missed her little brother.