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The tiny looking feline raised her eyeline to the sky. Her paws found their way to the water, the cold splashes cooling the tension in her claws.
The small molly, fittingly named Ravenna, watched curiously as the sky turned grey and the clouds hung high above her head. She wondered what it would be like to caress those clouds, or let them carry your body to the next life.
She shook her head. Despite her youth, she understood how strange these morbid thoughts were. And yet, since the death of her mother, the girl could not think of anything other than the grotesque reality of death. How one day, her soul would be ripped from her body, and either disappear into a darkened state, or move onto a paradise. The thought of these words was neither thrilling nor boring to her, simply interesting.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 26, 2019 0:30:31 GMT -5
"Something on your mind child?" Mazikeen wrinkled her nose as she padded past Ravenna. The lycan she-cat stopped and raised a half missing brow in question. The prison guard was not the usual chatty type. She would more or less simply walk by then converse with the high and mighty members of the league. However Ravenna seemed to have something on her mind.
Ravenna turned her head to look up into Mazikeen's eyes. She narrowed her pupils at the league member's question. "And why is that important to you?" Perhaps one of Reva's faults was her quick tongue.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 2, 2019 15:03:46 GMT -5
"No not to me. But indeed to you considering your sudden aggression." The lycan flicked a naked tail. Considering swatting the angst from the she-cat before her.
"Sudden aggression?" She kept her voice still, even if the rude undertones tried to take charge. Her eyes looked over at the rolling waves, annoyed at the prison guard trying to converse with her. And yet, Reva felt like continuing, despite being busy with her training. "Do you think about death a lot?"
Right. She's a prison guard. Reva thought solemnly. It felt slightly stupid to ask that question now, but she was only just a kit, no matter how mature she came off as.
"I've been thinking about it for a while." She nodded slowly. "It just so interesting." Perhaps the conversation was a bit inappropriate given how young the Mage was, but it didn't matter much to her.
Reva's fur ruffled as she picked up her small paw to give it a lick. "Maybe interesting is not the right word," She pondered quietly. "It's one of those things that's difficult to comprehend."
