The sky stretches overhead, white like a canvas waiting to be painted on. Light grey clouds looking like the strokes of a giant brush cover it, making it soft and comforting. Dark spots the colour of a deep blue speckle that very canvas. Crows. A grey kitten stands there, looking up at them just like he always does. The clouds notice the little kitten, remember it, float down to him and settle inside his eyes, inside feir brain, making his thoughts blurry and foggy. But the kitten is used to it. Fey enjoys it. Above him, two dark messengers of the sky begin to call his name. Over and over and over and over again. But the kit doesn't look away. He doesn't put feir paws over his ears to block out the cries. Fey just watches them for a few heartbeats, then greets them with a nod. But what is that? The crows stare at fem with such a hatred in their cold eyes that the kitten almost begins to feel scared. And in the next moment, they jolt into feir direction, wings tight around their feathered bodies, calling and calling his name, faster and faster they approach the little kit. But Cawkit stands there, looking at the sky, like he always does and will always do. Fey still stand there as the feathered beasts bury their beaks in his fur. He still stands as the crows turn his sacred name into a morbid song. Fey doesn't even blink once as they swirl around him, cloaking him in their black, ice cold feathers. Fey listens to their chanting. Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw The song twists in a mere second. Death Agony Pain Grief Death Death Death Death De- "Stop!", the tom finally cries out. "It's not my fault! It'll never be!" But the feathered beasts smile a crooked smile at him and continue. Fey tries to block out their chanting, but it doesn't work. He has no paws left he could use for that. His body is covered in cool feathers. His eyes widen with sudden fear. "Help!" "Anyone, help me!" Nothing. Nobody comes to end his suffering. Nobody chases the crows away. Nobody is there to hear what his agonized voice slowly turns into. Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw And then fey wakes up. -- What you just read is the beginning of Cawbespeak's brand new arc! He'll explore feir own mortality and who he really is destined to be. Feel free to join fem on his voyage between faith and grief! This arc will consist of a total of three self role plays new friends and enemies and the best of all: two mates to accompany him on feir way! Thank you guys so much for the support :3 Throughout Cawbespeak's early life, my mental health had been getting worse and worse. So I'm now glad to tell all of you that I'm feeling better now! Caw-Caw's life wi become much more interesting now, I promise. Luka
