Post by Fae Magic on Sept 16, 2022 16:01:33 GMT -5
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PRIMROSEPETAL
She should have known not to come here. She knew this was a bad place. People stayed away for a damn good reason. It was a graveyard; a hollow place that no living paws should tread as if one could tread on holy ground. But she'd been hunting. She'd been chasing; out of shape from her usual antics that she hadn't honed her hunting skills in awhile and she'd missed her kill. The mouse that she'd been trying to hunt fled with minor injuries but it was fast and she'd lost it up ahead as it darted through the grasses. The ground itself seemed to vibrate with a certain energy; hinting to Primrosepetal the fact that she'd stepped over a thresh hold she should have never crossed. So focused on tracking the scent of blood she didn't realize until too late where her paws had tread.
She'd lost the darn thing among the beautiful white flowers that graced the clearing and she nosed around trying to catch it's scent again; trying to keep low to the ground as not to startle it again from running. Her nose hit it's soft and warm body and she nearly cried out in relief and happiness until she realized that she shouldn't have had the chance to do so. It should have run from her far far sooner. She blinked pushing away the stems of the flowers to see it clearly; it bled from the wounds she'd inflicted on it and for a moment she felt a pang of guilt for making it suffer. That was until she realized it was already on the brink of death, it's legs twitching as it did so. But it wasn't the dying rodent that kept her attention but the off white object beside it half poking through the ground and through the stems of grass and wildflowers.
Bones. Those were bones. Her stomach churned and she finally raised her gaze above the sea of wild flowers to realize that in her haste to chase the next meal she had run head first into the Bone Meadow. She'd stayed away from this place for many reasons since they first mapped it out moons ago and yet as she stood in the damned middle of it she couldn't blame the shudder of discomfort the graveyard around her left her in. She knew this was not the first pile or scraps of bones left from the disaster and the pale ginger molly felt her limbs quake a bit as she took a step back. It didn't help that the sun was going down at a rapid pace leaving the meadow a growing darkness that threatened to give the poor feline a panic attack of all the crescendos of horror to flash through her head.
There were scary stories that ghosts lived here after dark and that those from the Dark Forest would rise again to tread these grounds; gnawing and playing with the bones that lay so perfectly hidden as the warmer weather brought more plant life to grow here.
"Alright...S-so I'll just be going now. Don't like....hunt me down or anything ghosts. Okay? I know I tread through your grounds without knowing it but I'm very sorry...it-it'll never happen again so just...stay dead and let me leave." she finished on a yelp and spun on her tail to run from the field only for her body to slam straight into another making them tumble in a tangle of limbs into the ground
The yowl that filled the air made Primrosepetal think it was a ghost or a cat from the Dark Forest was coming after her; insulted by her words and by her presence only for her to realize the unholy sound had come from her own throat out of pure terror as she scrambled with the limbs. But the body tangled and thrashing with hers was warm and most definitely not a ghost or dead cat coming after her. She stopped flailing just as that thought crossed her mind and she peered down to see even in the dimly shadowed light of dusk the silver face and yellow orbs of one of her clanmates.
"Oh shoot! I-I'm so sorry, are you okay? I-I thought you were like a ghost or something trying to eat me! What in Starclan's name are you doing here?" she scrambled apart from the warrior and took a few breaths to calm down as she peered over at the other.
Wingfeather had not been from one of the two merged clans that Primrosepetal had seen before. Wingfeather had been a former Lighteningclanner who instead of going with the independent clan chose to follow into the merge of Gorgeclan. Primrosepetal hadn't actually interacted much with the warrior until now though.
"This is Primrose speaking." And this is Primrose thinking.
Gorgeclan Warrior
Abyss
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