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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice


The chill of frequent cold and stone loomed in the medicine cats den seeping into Mossfreckle’s pelt and settling numbingly into their limbs, white tipped paws padded whisperingly crossing the space between the serene soothing haze of his shared den and the hustle and bustle of a revenge fuelled clan preparing to wreck havoc on another - a necessary evil that tugged unpleasingly at the corners of his angular maw, how many cats would he see wailing in agony, gnashing in an entanglement of thorn sharp claws and fangs, shredded or shredding, dead… Thorn sharp claws shot from white tipped paws into moist frosted earth that thawed beneath the heat of confusion and the full weight Mossfreckle pressed into it as he tried to ground himself against the reeling of his starry mind - once again he found himself on the edge of the cliff between reality and oblivion and all that kept him from taking that whisker length step was the grounding pang of frost biting at his sensitive paw pads as he pressed them further and harder into the sharp nipping ice and cold… focus, learn, serve… in the end, even with the cacophony of thoughts combining into a dissonant and out of tune melody in the annals of their starry mind they sought the sliver of hope that bloomed and rooted now in their mangled mess of their heart… they were no longer a warrior but a feline could right the wrongs of war, erase the pain and write the stories in scars rather than death.

Feathery tail twitching with the unconscious movements of deep thought, Mossfreckle shook his angular head and allowed the taunting whispers to cram into his core… later, focus, present… the words echoed in the empty spaces of his starry mind - a cobweb over a death wound that kept the darker worries pressed behind flimsy lichen curtains, freckled oriental shaped form stretched in a deep mountain shape as white tipped paws pushed against the ground in resistance, tension seeping from feline to earth in the simple luxurious stretch, the cold bite was nice in the end as it reminded him that this was reality and not the burning tête-à-tête of light and dark that so often consumed his mind in the starriest of nights as he pleaded and conversed with Starclan, allowing them to possessive his eyes and soothe his problems - the stars and sky has always been a comforting engulfing and humbling embrace for him - always around him… never able to leave him.

Mossy hues flitted through the camp taking in the training and preparation… anything, anything, anything… their mind sought purchase on anything that screamed normalcy and did not reek of war and violence, his thoughtful gaze fell on Birdkit who sat huddled in an off set corner of the camp looking mopey and burned, a dove with clipped wings who kept trying to fly but alway fell crashing to the ground. He wanted to kill it, the thought panged out of tune and awkward to him as his face contorted and twisted into a brief expression of confusion at the way that thought had so starkly risen and plastered itself into the confines of his starry mind, but alas it was that simple and that fact prickled his pelt with anxiety and fear… he wanted to kill whatever was hurting and causing strife in Birdkit’s just beginning life. Claws once again shot into the clearing ground as he allowed himself the momentary selfish wish that his claws or maw could simply shred the tension that hung heavy around the little kit, to rip it to shreds and make sure that she was alway happy… she deserved to be happy… his kithood was nothing but somber and melancholy moments that seemed to be hundreds of moons away from his current life and he hated to think that Birdkit could be feeling as lost as he had felt - as alone as he had felt.

A mask of cheeriness went up as his oriental shaped feline rose from the seated position he had at some point taken and padded over to the kit hoping that he had done a well enough job at shoving his worry and pity for her down… did he really pity her though or did he reflect himself outwards so that he could pity himself without feeling the raking claws of insecurity, the thought was fleeting but it was still enough time for that spoken of insecurity to latch deeply into his hear again. Reaching the kit in what felt like a moon a second slowed speed, he meowed in thoughtful calm tones which stood in juxtaposition to the mess of his mind, “What has you so down Little Birdey Princess,” he purred, “I am here for you to talk… I will alway have time for you,” Mossfreckle added as he laid his freckled oriental shaped form down gingerly on a mostly thawed patch of earth and reached his angular head forward to give her a calming lick between her little ears. Emotions would only be allowed out if she wanted and that was fine but he would stay here with her even if she wanted to fight this battle alone… and he would listen if the confusing and painful emotions that had contorted her face to a mix of detachment and thought that was too deep for her small mind to comprehend came tumbling out in her broken tones of collected voices… stars he hoped that he could fix this… she was the future of the clan but by this time it would be mouse brained for Mossfreckle to not acknowledge that things were deeper than that with Birdkit, in their own odd way these two lost chaotic minded messes had found each other and Mossfreckle in his own way saw the kit as almost one of his own… his lost sister or simply a reflection of such but he would take whatever joy he could get… what ever little lights Starclan allowed in reparation for the strife that his starry mind gave him.

{ @Micanomancy ~ Birdkit }