Give you a fist full of violets ||p; Lightningspirit|| Then watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

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    — OUR BONES ARE TOO WEAK

    Beau wasn't sure what he expected from ShadowClan. The tom was currently seated beside the threshold to ShadowClan camp, a patch of daylight serenely illuminating the flattened earth on which he sat. Mere weeks ago, the prospect of joining any alliance was a marvel to him. His anticipations of a thriving community with exuberant spirits were definitely over-saturated in comparison to reality. Every individual he had met was no more opaque in disposition than himself, each with their own set of inner turmoils. Never in his 29 moons of living did he foresee meeting any group of individuals that were more internally conflicted than him, which was a substantial thing to be said. Nevertheless, he hadn't found himself regretting his decision yet, and was somewhat pleased with how his cognition had improved. When he had first arrived in ShadowClan's domain, he was exceedingly malnourished, a meager shell of his former self. His thoughts were murky and discombobulated due to the combination of starvation and lack of sleep, but in sharp contrast, he presently had fully recovered since then. His manners had also elevated as a result of being exposed to felines of varying personalities, which could even be seen through the way he carried himself. Other than his recent weight gain, nothing about his outward appearance seemed to have changed, apart from one feature that was difficult to ignore. He was completely oblivious to the arachnid that was perched on his cranium, gradually maneuvering itself closer to the brim of his eyelid. Hopefully, someone would be merciful enough to warn him of his undesired companion.


    //sorry this is super late!


    Lightningspirit !

    bio | "speech"

    "Speaking" ~ Thinking ~ Fighting :: TAGS


    How someone with no fur managed to not feel a spider was beyond Lightningspirit.


    She wasn't sure if she could relate or not to Beau's inner monologue on his feelings about joining and being a part of Shadowclan. Honestly, she hadn't given a damn about Shadowclan when she herself joined. Aside from Riddle, she honestly hated this place. It was where the tom who caused her eye to be blinded had once led. It was where the currently leader still held a pact with the blood-thirsty members of Bloodclan. It was full of brooding, moody, annoying twerps made themselves a home by snapping and beating each other up verbally. This was a horrible place. Completely awful. But this hell hole was better than the crap back at her old residence. Though Shadowclan was full of so much angst and drama, at least the only dark memory she had here was a small one.

    She had joined to protect a friend, but also to simply start anew. Though she didn't like this place and thus most certainly hadn't been exited to join, she was actually happy at the idea of making something new of herself. Better memories. True friends. Good things. Any normal cat would've given up on those goals long ago once they'd met the creatures that resided in these unforgiving marshlands. But whoever claimed Lightningspirit was normal had clouds for brains.

    Point was ; she couldn't relate to Beau, but she also kinda could.

    So that meant he would not be able to avoid her friendship.


    Unfortunetly though, friends don't let friends-to-be suffer with a spider on their head if they could help it. Yes, even if it'd be utterly amusing to see what the hairless male's reaction would've been to finding out the hard way.

    Sauntering over, Lightningspirit promptly, and without any explanation, brought her face uncomfortably close to his and whispered, "You're welcome," as she plucked he spider from his head. Part of her had wanted to slap him where the arachnid was so she could get some joy out of her terrible abusive humor, but that's not what friends-to-be do so she refrained. Squishing the animal beneath her paw, she took a step back and smiled at him, "Beau, right?" she purred, as if absolutely nothing creepy had happened at all, "mind if I sit with you? Im rather bored and all the patrols have been sent without me," she complained with a dramatic pout. Without waiting for his responce, she promptly sat down and stretched out her front legs. "You're new to the clan, right? I can never tell since im still rather new myself." she said with a smile, "How are you liking the place?"




    (c)trexgirl