･༓☾ Mångata ; Pinecone SRP *:｡.

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Mångata ; Moon Street The moon lights a beautiful path through the water, the one that angels walk. It’s a long road across the water, cutting through and parting the sea with the moon’s light. A clear path with no end until the horizon stops. A moon road. Mångata. It is the very path she wishes to follow, where she wishes she could learn to walk on water and cross the ocean. There is not a mångata on land, but instead crude, winding trails that sever the undergrowth around them. This . . . This is what she must follow. One where thorns would scrape at her paw pads and she’d have to sweep away sticks and stones, where she’d have to hurdle logs, sidestep potholes, and keep that path in her mind. But it was better than being lost in the woods, even if this trail wasn’t made by the light of the moon and everything was lit around her by the stars in the sky. Because in the woods were monsters. They took the form of angry beasts with snapping teeth and harsh words on their tongue. And on this path they would struggle to find her, for the monsters didn’t quite understand the concept of roads, with or without a clear idea in mind. They just walked wherever their paws would take them. That’s half of what made them so strange. For she knew who she was, and what she was doing. She was Pineconepaw, and she was scouting out a route to follow. She was ripping out weeds and stamping down grass, pulling out bushes and twisting around trees. But . . . It wasn’t going to be like this for long. Eventually, everything fell apart. The beloved passageway would be overgrown and eventually it would feel like it had never been there in the first place, not even a tribute to the hard work of its makers or the ones who followed it without a doubt in their mind. The lands it led to would be forgotten, the fortune it brought, along with the horrors. And the moon would fall away with the sun, which tried to reach its own light to cross the water. But no, even with all its symbolism, with every other cat swearing that it would lead them, that each sunrise was a new day where you could make new decisions, filled with new chances it was bright and hurt the eyes, shining cruelly in one's face across the water. The moon didn’t force her to look away. Instead it hid, shy from the attention. She could understand the feeling. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Vi borde ha varit krigare. Men gör ett sätt. En framtid. . . . . . . . . . . . . . She was going to be a loner, for the second time. Once again shoved out into the cruel world with the monsters. But she wouldn’t be alone. For all she talked about the moon, for all that she adored it, she was going to be joined by the sun, the one she was going to follow down the trail. Not a mångata, but surely it was close, to have the very sun following her? But Solen had a different wish. Let the moon shine down upon them forever, with its kindly light, and send the world plunging into full Eclipse. It was a depressing thing, that the very sun wished to hide away, to be covered by the moon. But they both must travel across the sky, forever wanderers with no end in sight until the next day. But she wasn’t going to be alone. Never again would she be the kit that hid, far from view, promised that the monsters were evil to their core, stranger danger so deeply integrated into her mind that even as all was falling away she wasn’t willing to leave. They were beasts that would be the very end of the world as she knew it. And perhaps they were, for her life had never been the same. She had been knocked off her course, one that had taken her family and ancestors generations to build. There had been a clear cut track, one Pineconepaw had single handedly dismantled and ruined for any that came after her. Then she’d stopped another path, one she had once longed for so dearly, by being born at the wrong time. Someone had already taken her place. That was alright. Because there were plenty of other ways she could go. But for some reason, this wasn’t a clear one. No, this wasn’t her mångata, this was some random passage that swept into vines and ruin among the even roads around it. But she was taking parts from other trails to make her new one. She was stealing from others and taking knowledge from other paths. It made her path stronger, more sure, without potholes and stones to trip her. More secure. [ Continued in notes!! ]