Post by Gemini on Nov 8, 2020 19:46:17 GMT -5
i have lost too much, try me
[attr="class","frstscr"]Umber visionaries rapidly diverted between one place to the next, feline to another. She scrutinized a few clan mates individually, identifying their names and a few characteristics she’d knew about them. She had been pretty well-known, getting around day by day, speaking to elders and listening to their indigenous stories. She would often listen to their stories about past injuries, observing them carefully when speaking about scars they’ve earned. She would often counter proud smiles with melancholic frowns of disgust, irked by the movement of violence. She found it rather unnecessary, wandering why everyone couldn’t just get along and share the land.
Lynxrush could never vision herself as a clan leader, knowing she’d ache for peace between the clans and be a peacekeeper. Lynxrush was petrified and appalled by the idea of violence and gore, despising it for what happened to her lots and former mate. It had been such a disappointment to lose her kits and mate so early on, overwhelmed with their deaths to this day. The behemoth molly centered her attention between her clan mates, shoving her own health in the back of her mind. She was constantly putting her mental health at stake, forcing herself to power forward by helping others. She tends to state, making others makes me happy. Though, oftentimes becomes too much and puts her into a vast abyss that’s a void boundless of misery. A lump formed in her trachea as she sauntered in advancement, shoulders slugged as she ambulated toward the exit of camp. She needed a breath; an escape.
Lynxrush wished for everything amidst her to dissipate completely, though only momentarily to collect and focus amongst herself. The mademoiselle struggled to focus on her own health, simpering alone came rarely unless conversing with another. The energy of the damsel appeared drained and deceiving, for when she was alone; she felt disconsolate. It was unfair to her, but there wasn't much she could do about it, since helping others did genuinely make her happy. Lynxrush began to trail off into the madness of her thoughts, aching for what she missed and lost. Love. It was something about it that made her feel complete and connected to everyone, including herself. Occasionally despondent to herself, these are those days when she needed to get away.
Lynxrush found herself roaming absentmindedly throughout the territory, stumbling across the borders of the territory. She found herself ascending toward StoneClan’s boundaries at the borderline. The Sun Stones, a place constantly considered by both Lightening and Stone clan in which they skirmish over. Lynxrush never understood the argument between borders, as she wondered why they couldn’t just be shared between all. Allies are better than enemies, or atleast, that was Lynxrush’s mindset. She felt troubled, so why not slip herself into some as well? Lynxrush had not normally done these things, as this was quite out of the ordinary for the voluminous she-cat. Remembering the idea of new love, she smiled softly, a joyful look of glee encountering her countenance.
It's important with a new love that she have made the effort to fully heal first, to do the inner work that is required to become a whole feline once more. Otherwise we put upon the new love the "crimes" of the ones who came before. We are all unique. All born into our era, our family, our body. We can only be ourselves and accountable for ourselves. And this is all the more apparent when we fall in love, when we need to see the new person as they truly are, no filter, no expectations, only acceptance, loving them always and in all weathers. She was unsure about falling in love again, out of fear for losing another again. The only blood family she had left had been her daughter, Larkpetal, who she was overprotective of. She was terrified she’d push her daughter away for always coddling the young warrior.
Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionary. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" and it gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch. She missed it. Again, it was unfair. It was cruel. The world was bitter and nipped at her heart, shattering it by taking her mate and kits to StarClan a bit too early. Lynxrush attempted to believe they were happier, but she missed them. She wanted to see them, especially those she birthed. Poor Bluepaw and Mistypaw.
She stepped upon the Sunny Rocks, the evening sun casting down, kissing the grey-beige coloration of the rocks. The sun added a glistening gold color atop the rocks, brightening her alabaster to a more ivory. Lynxrush’s auditoriums swiveled upon the reverberations of the last singing birds, swallowing heavily as she prepared for Leafbare. The damsel’s pelage became thicker and more woolly in Leafbare, more velutinous than she normally is. Honey-golden hues diverted from one thing to the next, observing the movement of a rabbit galloping across the terrain below where she stood.
Lynxrush’s feathered tail oscillated as she plopped back amongst her haunches, tail cooling before her frontal foundations. The coon’s abnormally long talons caressed the stone below, scraping slightly as she extended them forward to lie down. The molly’s tail descended from the rocks, tip peering down to the terra firma. The mademoiselle was astonished by nature, finding it beautiful in every way possible, which it’s diversity in biomes and such. Dubiously, she inhaled, the aroma of a StoneClanner closing in. Lynxrush’s physique tensed as she kept her gaze focused on the sounds amidst her, waiting for a feline to strike. Was she being watched? She wasn’t sure. Lynxrush became alert, careful of her next move. Though, she remained lying where she was, confident enough to converse before its resorted to violence.
Lynxrush could never vision herself as a clan leader, knowing she’d ache for peace between the clans and be a peacekeeper. Lynxrush was petrified and appalled by the idea of violence and gore, despising it for what happened to her lots and former mate. It had been such a disappointment to lose her kits and mate so early on, overwhelmed with their deaths to this day. The behemoth molly centered her attention between her clan mates, shoving her own health in the back of her mind. She was constantly putting her mental health at stake, forcing herself to power forward by helping others. She tends to state, making others makes me happy. Though, oftentimes becomes too much and puts her into a vast abyss that’s a void boundless of misery. A lump formed in her trachea as she sauntered in advancement, shoulders slugged as she ambulated toward the exit of camp. She needed a breath; an escape.
Lynxrush wished for everything amidst her to dissipate completely, though only momentarily to collect and focus amongst herself. The mademoiselle struggled to focus on her own health, simpering alone came rarely unless conversing with another. The energy of the damsel appeared drained and deceiving, for when she was alone; she felt disconsolate. It was unfair to her, but there wasn't much she could do about it, since helping others did genuinely make her happy. Lynxrush began to trail off into the madness of her thoughts, aching for what she missed and lost. Love. It was something about it that made her feel complete and connected to everyone, including herself. Occasionally despondent to herself, these are those days when she needed to get away.
Lynxrush found herself roaming absentmindedly throughout the territory, stumbling across the borders of the territory. She found herself ascending toward StoneClan’s boundaries at the borderline. The Sun Stones, a place constantly considered by both Lightening and Stone clan in which they skirmish over. Lynxrush never understood the argument between borders, as she wondered why they couldn’t just be shared between all. Allies are better than enemies, or atleast, that was Lynxrush’s mindset. She felt troubled, so why not slip herself into some as well? Lynxrush had not normally done these things, as this was quite out of the ordinary for the voluminous she-cat. Remembering the idea of new love, she smiled softly, a joyful look of glee encountering her countenance.
It's important with a new love that she have made the effort to fully heal first, to do the inner work that is required to become a whole feline once more. Otherwise we put upon the new love the "crimes" of the ones who came before. We are all unique. All born into our era, our family, our body. We can only be ourselves and accountable for ourselves. And this is all the more apparent when we fall in love, when we need to see the new person as they truly are, no filter, no expectations, only acceptance, loving them always and in all weathers. She was unsure about falling in love again, out of fear for losing another again. The only blood family she had left had been her daughter, Larkpetal, who she was overprotective of. She was terrified she’d push her daughter away for always coddling the young warrior.
Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionary. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" and it gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch. She missed it. Again, it was unfair. It was cruel. The world was bitter and nipped at her heart, shattering it by taking her mate and kits to StarClan a bit too early. Lynxrush attempted to believe they were happier, but she missed them. She wanted to see them, especially those she birthed. Poor Bluepaw and Mistypaw.
She stepped upon the Sunny Rocks, the evening sun casting down, kissing the grey-beige coloration of the rocks. The sun added a glistening gold color atop the rocks, brightening her alabaster to a more ivory. Lynxrush’s auditoriums swiveled upon the reverberations of the last singing birds, swallowing heavily as she prepared for Leafbare. The damsel’s pelage became thicker and more woolly in Leafbare, more velutinous than she normally is. Honey-golden hues diverted from one thing to the next, observing the movement of a rabbit galloping across the terrain below where she stood.
Lynxrush’s feathered tail oscillated as she plopped back amongst her haunches, tail cooling before her frontal foundations. The coon’s abnormally long talons caressed the stone below, scraping slightly as she extended them forward to lie down. The molly’s tail descended from the rocks, tip peering down to the terra firma. The mademoiselle was astonished by nature, finding it beautiful in every way possible, which it’s diversity in biomes and such. Dubiously, she inhaled, the aroma of a StoneClanner closing in. Lynxrush’s physique tensed as she kept her gaze focused on the sounds amidst her, waiting for a feline to strike. Was she being watched? She wasn’t sure. Lynxrush became alert, careful of her next move. Though, she remained lying where she was, confident enough to converse before its resorted to violence.
