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winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Mar 14, 2022 22:20:44 GMT -5
Tendrils of ivy snaked around his paws and crawled up the ruins of the town square. Charon listened for the whispers of the haunting ones, hoping to find them once more. This was his spare time activity, observing the dead. How he longed to see the world through their ghostly eyes. They fascinated him to his core. Spring was just around the corner and he could feel it on the slow-moving air that weaved it's way among the rubble. It lightly brushed his fur and carried the scent of new life. It was a strange sensation given the haunted nature of the town square. New life and old all mingled together. It was pleasurable to the senses.
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 16, 2022 15:26:02 GMT -5
Kurma carried a few voles in her mouth as she padded up to the town square. Once every few moons she would come up here to share tongues with the dead here, though they never responded, it made her feel closer to her mother. She didn’t like the idea of any soul being alone, so she would make her trips, eat her vole and leave one behind as a gift, a gift to whatever spirits resided her.
As she made her way through the burned down buildings she noticed Charon standing there, perhaps she would have a living companion to talk to this time she thought to herself. Gently placing the voles down she mewed out gently. “Hello, are you here to show you’re bravery, or to show your respect?” She questioned, it wasn’t a harsh or judging tone, just genuinely curious.
