~ [ NOTICE ] this is a self roleplay told by the perspective of monarchpaw. Everything spoken or thought is through the mind of marchee, so not all of faer opinions correlate with my own. ~ [ TW ] This does contain blood, violence, and caps, so if any one those things trigger you, I suggest you walk away. anyways, lets begin... Monarchpaw sat in Thunderclan territory, under a large variety of foliage and undergrowth. Faer paws rubbed against the damp soil, the thin strands of grass containing dew because of the recent miracle of rain that was given to them by the stars above. The sky was darkening, the pale moon barely visible from above the tall pine trees. Marchee scrambled up such evergreen, hoisting faerself up from the sturdy limbs of such tree. The atmosphere was painted with stains of crimson and gold, touched by the silvery specks of the stars. Maybe it was just her own delusional mindset, but fae swore she sighted a flicker above the hovering moon, the sliver that threatened to collapse from how frail its posture was. The maiden clenched faer eyelids tight, before opening them once again, the phosphenes sending tiny sparkles from the peripheral of her vision. Maybe it was Mama, sending a star signal (aka smoke signal) for help, a beaming flare of desperation that would only get worse. If only fae was taller, like her sister! Then she could scoop all the feidaes who needed help and guidance away from the isolated stars. At least they looked pretty,, The thought burrowed deeper within faer cranium. Thats all starclan did! Looked pretty. They had a /great/ reputation, despite being so so so hard to get any real help. Providing riddles and floundering jokes in actual pleas of help. At least the dark forest gave a concrete answer, even if it was in the form of violence. Maybe fae could change that, since the dark forest felines were always pressed by your side. She glanced to her shadow, a soft grinning glow plastered upon faer expression. Yeah, she could change how the clans thought. But fae stopped in her tracks. But would Mama be displeased? If she was up there then there must be a sliver of hope that the starry cats had some good attributes. ||' " If only you were here Mama, then you wouldn't be saying you would give me the moon and more, I would be doing it for you. " '|| Tears swiveled down faer cheeks, and she ran back home, blinded by a sea of utter confusion and regret. How much she missed her mama, how unfair it was to take her mama from faer! ||' " CURSE YOU- " '|| Fae bellowed under the moon.
