Post by Mama on Jul 19, 2019 1:28:05 GMT
The air here was so, so bitterly cold. Or, it was blistering hot, humid, and almost unbearable. This hellish land seemed to be a place for those who'd done crimes to deserve this prison... and she couldn't say that she wasn't one of them. Her memories had started to come back to her, however her mind was much clearer now. Death seemed to bring a little peace to the feline, no longer dealing with her mind making violent choices or acting uncontrollable. In a way, it was a gift from Starclan themselves.
The heavily scarred feline, who's scars were now more translucent, and the burns black and giving off the illusion of it dripping like blood, was flopped over on her side in an empty clearing. Being dead had it's perks, like not struggling to eat, even if the hunger nagged at the back of her mind. She did get lonely sometimes, and if she got mad, lashing out at the poor trees seemed to make her 'tude go down considerably. However, now, she was listening to the silence. As, well, the forest was pretty empty. That was, until a familiar scent crossed her nose.
{Mist... Mistclan?} Shadespirit thought, before her head rose up. Her golden eye gave a curious blink, glancing around before she could spot the source hiding away in the shadows. {It doesn't smell like the other cats here smell, which is just like.. death. It actually smells like... somewhere. Alive.} The feline didn't want to really scare her away, so instead, she laid her head back down. "I'm not going to bite. Probably, I think." She humored, the nub remains of her tail twitching with amusement.
