❛❛ The familiar scent of leaves and MossClan fills the black warrior's nose as she steps out of the underbush near the border. There he stands, right next to the invisible line. Ravenmacabre likes coming here from time to time. In her eyes, border patrols are more of an enjoyable walk than a chore that has to be done. ꒰ black wings brush against clouds overhead ꒱ ❛❛ He slowly realises what ground she has placed his white paws upon- here, at this exact place but a while ago, two UrchinClan apprentices had met for the first time. Apprentices that are warriors by now. He lets out a small sigh at the name flashing up in her mind, followed by a grey face. Lemongrasshaven. ꒰ it lands gracefully on a nearby tree ꒱ ❛❛ A shadow falls over the pink petals that stretch themselves towards the sun's gentle rays. A bit corny, isn't it? She shrugs and lowers his body to the ground, careful not to squish any of the beauty below. Kraa plucks the flowers like a bird plucks its feathers. Hopefully Lem will like them. ꒰ it sings the song nobody listens to ꒱ ❛❛ She dulls the sweet by adding the salty scent of his home clan to the greenery. What has to be done must be done, even if it ruins the whole atmosphere. Ravenmacabre's ears twitch. Is that his namegiver she hears? His green gaze wanders around until it locks onto the black feathers hiding in the canopy. Indeed. The warrior gives the bird a smile, appreciating its song. But it is time to return. He doesn't want the gift to wilt. ꒰ it tilts its head at the nobody ꒱ ❛❛ Will Lemongrasshaven like the flowers?, she asks himself once again. Hopefully. A image unblurs in front of his inner eye: the grey tom greeting him with a smile, smiling at her and the flowers, intertwining tails as a quiet 'thank you'; surprise in his blue eyes as their noses touch, a quiet 'i love you' from one warrior to another... He almost stumbles over a stick, the daydreams fogging her gaze. ꒰ a tiny sound the nobody doesn't notice interrupts it ꒱ ❛❛ Shadows shift as the sun lowers beyond the horizon, painting the fading green black. Some reach out for the dreamer, maybe they're mistaking her as one of them. Black and black make a good pair. Vibrant red and black doesn't. ꒰ it knows that this nobody is a predator ꒱ TW : animal d3ath / mvrder ───〃 ❛❛ Vee smiles at a picture of her newfound little dream family. Two parents, two kits. Maybe more. Maybe less. The daydream turns into a nightmare in a matter of heartbeats. He doesn't feel the sharp digging into his flesh, making the warrior stumble and fall. Her green gaze is fixed on the sudden flash of pink that dissolves into a rain of petals. There, together with his happy future, goes the gift. ꒰ and it flies as it is prey ꒱ ❛❛ Everything is cloaked in a foggy haze. There is no pain. Just the peaceful landscape around her, greenery now speckled with red. Ravenmacabre still doesn't know what's happening. The prey doesn't know his predator. Doesn't know her face, only her claws. All he knows is that the trees are swaying lightly in the breeze that is ruffling her soaked dark fur. ꒰ but not all prey can escape its fate ꒱ ❛❛ He parts his maws, desperate to call out his name, Lemongrasshaven, but all that leaves her throat is crimson. She parts her maws, desperate to call for help, but all that leaves his fully slit throat is crimson. Her head turns to the pink mess, and he remembers the flower's name out of a sudden. A cyclamen. Ravenmacabre smiles for one last time, bl00d dripping out of the corner of his lips. The irony. ⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆ In flower language cyclamen mean lasting feelings and sincere affection. And just like this, Ravenmacabre meeds the sudden end of her short journey: mvrdered by a stranger. I, as his roleplayer, would like to thank some people that accompanied Rad on said journey! ⠀⠀⠀ꕀ Solar, thanks for letting me be Rad's roleplayer! I really like your designs, so it was a honour to own a character made by you :3 ⠀⠀⠀ꕀ The sibling dynamic of Ravenmacabre and Quollskip might be plain at first sight, but it got some new spice through Kraa's p4ssing :) I'm looking forward to more ghost roleplay threads with you! ⠀⠀⠀ꕀ It's sad that you went inactive shortly after getting Cacoon, she was very fun to interact with. Quite the mischievous little kit ⠀⠀⠀ꕀ The threads with Crafty and Raven were super entertaining and fun :D ⠀⠀⠀ꕀ Ballad... I'm so glad you let Lemaven happen. Out of all ships my characters ever had, this one's got to be my favourite. Ravenmacabre will sadly never get to live a life by Lemongrasshaven's side what adds a nice touch to their dynamic. I wonder how they'll interact when Lem follows his 'best friend' into the afterlife (hopefully not too soon)! Plotting and interacting with you was really fun, and I hope we get to roleplay together again sometime. Thank you guys so much for playing big roles in her life <3 /plat /gen
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