NORMALIZE LITERALLY NEVER MAKING ART OF YOUR CHARACTER UNTIL THE DAY OF THEIR DEATH!!! #NORMALIZE IT click/space through project for memes & extras ^^ soo yeah Bearabode's dead lolol-- Real talk though thank you to everyone that's roleplayed with him at any point!!! I feel like I owe you something for having to make your character deal with him. I'm so sorry. He's been so fun to roleplay, genuinely so fun. Every time I would try to start a "casual" roleplay I would find myself getting way into it, writing too much... and I don't know what that says about me but I do think at least some of it is a reflection of the enjoyment I've had during it all. I have a google doc of every roleplay that I've done for Bear and it is... drumroll... 29510 words long. AINT NO WAYYYY I find it funny that what I wrote for his death roleplay didn't even hit 300 words, haha.. Though once I finished it, it just felt right, no more to add. Btw, he won't be passing on to StarClan or the Dark Forest for the moment at least--he distrusts them both, so this is it for now. ThunderClan has been such a wonderful place to find community in. Everyone is truly so very nice and SO VERY DEDICATED to their characters. Some of y'all rival the time I wrote a 1.5k self rp and never posted it. Lost media... anyway thank you everyone!!! I'll really miss this! shoutout to Rae @RainbowBite89 for being so helpful and nice w/ art and everything you’ve done related to bearabode!! Can't thank you enough!!! shoutout bear's littermates' rpers if you see this y'all were fun to rp with and I'm always grateful when a litter I'm in is active & everyone else !!!!! <3 Don't know if I'll either: make a new character in a year, in a week, or never again. Who knows!
Death; To put it in simple terms, Bearabode knew his time was up. Each life grants the urge to succeed, and he had lost that already. It was not always about age–life and death found their ways. Bearabode understood that. He had seen the cycles, too many times to count. As if it was spoken out of one’s own bones, at some point one knows it is their turn. Holding on to the past dragged him down; grasping towards the future knocked sense out of him. The reality was that he could never give value to the present. The present found him drifting away from his homeclan, making slow, painful progress to the faraway shores. For a cat with ‘abode’ in his name, he had never truly found a home. It was beyond time to find one. Unusually cold, he found it, as his paws traversed through the sand, the low light of nightfall making him squint. In his dreams, he would find a reflection like the one he looked down at in the water. Everything was true for a second, then a wave would come and wash it all away. And when he blinked himself awake, there shone a great moon. It did not shine for him, merely reflected what was known back. Its light danced on the waves, sparkling amid the clouding of his vision. He had always suppressed the urge to cry, yet saltwater dampened his fur nonetheless, a fate all could call death. References: - The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath "Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones." (8) - Isaiah 9:2 The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone. - beach funeral, Car Seat Headrest "I had a dream we were here It came true but things got [messed] up"
