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    /eee i just don't have muse for this girl anymore:( basically i'm just making my other character silvertongue kill her

    daisyfrost often found herself walking alone, thinking, reflecting. she noticed that she was reverting back to her old reclusive ways. she couldn't honestly say she knew anything about what was happening in the clan, or that she knew half the members. it was all so exhausting, this constant game of catch up. and she wasn't even a player in the game, just a spectator on the sidelines of whatever drama happened to unfold. with no connections to keep her close, the cream she-cat slowly drifted further and further away.

    she was walking close to the border when she saw a stranger, a massive silver tom with gleaming yellow eyes. she felt her heartbeat in her throat as she contemplated running, but she found herself glued in place. "can i help you?"

    "you look pitiful," the tom meowed, silvered voice sending chills down her spine. daisyfrost opened her mouth to respond, but he was quicker. "lonely? feeling...i don't know, purposeless? i recognize those eyes."

    her frosty gaze met his for a moment. oh, she didn't like this, the way he read her like a book, the way he could melt her ice without thawing any of his own. "perhaps...what's it to you?" she snapped, voice wavering.

    "you have the eyes of a cat who's given up on living, and that makes me sad. i could help you."

    was he serious? all daisyfrost's instincts told her nothing good could come from hanging out with this guy. but his offer, his soothing voice... standing in front of him was like standing at the edge of a cliff; she was scared of falling but all she wanted to do was jump. one step forward, and the tom had her pinned down, claws at her throat. daisyfrost screamed. "stop it! get off me!"

    the tom did no such thing, only smirked as she struggled underneath him. "there, you're alive again. funny, cats like you always think they want to die until they're actually faced with death. and the fullness of life in your eyes when it's just about to be stripped from you--" a quick movement of his claws slashed her throat open "--is simply sublime."

    silvertongue watched the light fade from the she-cat's eyes and his expression returned to that of apathy. his tail twitched; the highs from this were getting shorter. he was ever so bored, and even contemplated to stay here for a while to see this cat's companion's reactions. but if she was as abject as she looked, perhaps no one would even care. shrugging to himself, the maine coon started to walk away, not bothering to hide the evidence of the crime.

    daisyfrost felt something akin to a crisp breeze in the presence of this tom which sent prickles down her spine. blizzardcry was an accurate name. silver-spotted gray fur, the color of winter, so chillingly beautiful. the cream tabby couldn't believe her luck at stumbling across such a handsome tom; she wasn't just gonna let him go. she grasped for the right words to say. "a pond? mind if i join? i was in riverclan as an apprentice, i love swimming."

    nothing in the world could bother daisyfrost at this point in her life, not even the questioning voice of a stranger whose territory she most certainly was trespassing on. the young warrior waved her tail casually and, instead of respectfully walking away, headed straight towards the source of the voice. "i'm daisyfrost. from skyclan," she answered unapologetically. it seemed a bit rude to leave things at that, so she decided to tack on an explanation. "just lookin' around, wasn't gonna steal prey or anything." blue eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for the cat who spoke.

    daisyfrost arrived, a by disgruntled after hearing the line about undying loyalty. she knew it was a rule, but she just thought it was so stupid! god, if she’d been that loyal to darkclan they’d probably have used her as bait for some kind of attack. hnnrghgn but should she say anything? glacewing was notorious for having a stick up her ass at all times...fuck it. “but what if your clan is making the wrong decisions or singling you out for the most dangerous tasks?” she asked. the form of a question was gentle, she could play it off as being curious if she got bad reactions. “i’m not sure if..the concept of a clan is worth a cat’s life. wouldn’t it be better for all of us if we were loyal to cats that we knew were trustworthy and caring, regardless of their clan? i dunno, just..something to think about, i guess.”

    daisyfrost hadn't been very present lately--both in mind and body. she often went out exploring alone, crossing the very borders they were about to discuss. and her head was filled with romantic ideals about freedom for all, freedom from the lines that divided them.

    for once though, she was here. curiosity or anxiety buzzed in her brain, wondering what everyone would have to say. daisyfrost knew exactly where she stood.

    //sorry for lame starting post skjgfkj BLIZZARDCRY }

    with blue eyes half-closed and a skip in her step, the cream she-cat traipsed right across the border. careless, nonchalant, nothing mattered, especially not these scent lines. they weren't real, not in the way the breeze that blew across her face and ruffled her fur was, not in the way the grass that prickled her paws was. these lines were products of their own creation, meant to cage and confine them. and for what? a false sense of security? hiding in fear of your own kind was no way to live.

    daisyfrost relished her new surroundings; the forest's dense greenness, the moist sponginess of fallen leaves underfoot, the fresh pinewood scent. it was a forest not unlike skyclan's territory, but there was something about being on thunderclan's side of the border for the first time that made her heart flip with excitement.

    i live in california which is pretty darn liberal but i just happen to live in the one part where everyone is conservative farmers rip

    my college friends are pretty much all gay or bi which is hella nice but my family and high school friends?? hoo boy

    i’m glad i can fit in with the str8s tho lmao