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Limbo. Purgatory. Twilight. Dusk. Living. Dead. The Cusp. Born under a Reed Moon, it should not come as any surprise that Wisp seems to transcend the permeable border between the two worlds as easily as one might step left instead of right. Her mottled pelt looks like the forest floor bathed in moonlight and moves like a shadow, serpentine and fluid as the river that cuts their territory in half. The she-cat was found in the territory as a kit under the pale gaze of the Reed Moon, alone with no trace of any other cat anywhere nearby. Truthfully, it seemed an omen, though the cats that found her couldn't decide if it was a good one or a bad one. Raised as a MoonClan follower through and through, Wisp kept the ephemeral name as a testament to her origins and wears it with pride despite her other clanmates bearing a full warrior name. The she-cat doesn't sleep often and can be found wandering the moors under the red light of a rising sun. She never says why she doesn't sleep, though some believe it may have to due with her thrashing night terrors that plague her when she is found in her nest at camp. She is a withdrawn, serious cat that doesn't have much patience for silliness or games, and prefers to ensure the clan's good standing with the Goddess Selene over any petty mortal squabbles that might plague the clan. She is not a stranger to drawing blood, but prefers diplomacy as a first attempt since it breeds fewer grudges in the long run. A strange looking cat and an ever stranger soul, Wisp takes some getting used to, as unnerving as her presence often is. Still, those who make the effort find a stalwart friend and protector.
The warmer temperatures of the day gave way to the cooler, more still hours of dusk and night, granting Wisp a reprieve once again from being one of the only cats up during daylight hours. Her insomnia was growing worse as the nights grew shorter, and when she beautiful she-cat dragged herself out of the follower's den, more than a trace of exhaustion plagued her features. Her normally bright eyes were dull and her pelt, while clean, didn't shine. She figured she could go hunt and try to work herself to sleep, but as she started out of camp her paws tangled beneath her and she tripped. Shame burned up and down her pelt as she struggled to stand up. Her body, it seemed, had decided that she was not going to hunt after all.
His green eyes opened suddenly, awoken by the soft thud of someone hitting the ground, the dark brown tom sleeping near by lifted his head to peer over the edge of his nest when he saw Wisp on the ground. "Where's the fire?" he teased, his voice braking off as his jaws stretched wide in a yawn. Phoenixspark was by no means an evening person, preferring to sleep half the night away before going about his duties if he could get away with it. The young tom lived only to start trouble, and he found that it was an easier task during the day.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 4, 2020 21:16:43 GMT -5
Wisp, not normally one for jokes when she was in a good mood, gave a disgruntled groan as she tried to pull herself back up. Her sprawl across the ground was less than graceful, and her cheeks burned that someone had seen her this way. "None of your business where the fire is," she snapped, no heat in the words at all. "If I feel like laying on the ground in the middle of camp I very will. Now, why don't you go back to lazing about and leave me al-"
Her words were cut off when she began to sway to the side and then careened, almost violently, to one side. That same thud that had originally awoken Phoenixspark was heard again, as Wisp's strangely splotched pelt grew covered in dirt. Her vision seemed to grow doubled, and the world around her seemed to pulse with black and white. Maybe Selene decided she had been allowed to live in MoonClan long enough, she thought with less panic than she should have. Maybe her time in the clan was over and they would finally kick her out to die...
All Joking aside Phoenixspark had jumped up suddenly from his nest when the she-cat toppled over for the second time. He didn't remember making the conscious choice to go to her but before he realized it he was standing over her dappled form, his green eyes bright with worry. "Wisp? What's wrong? Can you get up?" he asked, keeping his voice calm, surprising even him. The brown tom looked around the camp quickly but, no other cats were out of their dens yet. It was still too early, maybe he could wake Leviathan? However, that would require him to leave Wisp unattended and he wasn't willing to leave his fallen clan-mate when he wasn't sure if she was alright.
Wisp saw his mouth moving, but couldn't place the words that were supposed to be coming out of them. The world shimmer, like oil on water, iridescent with flashes of bright light. She couldn't move her head very well - it was as though everything was moving at slow motion except for her eyes. Those darted around, straining to see what was happening. If this really was Selene coming for her, she wished the Moon Goddess would have gifted her with a more peaceful death.
Then, she realized what was happening and grew very, very still. Her chest stopped moving for a few beats as she held her breath, praying she was wrong. She released her breath in a gusty exhale when a shadowy figure stood just behind Pheonixspark, a malicious grin stretching across its face. Those amber eyes were too familiar for her to think this was anything other than the spectre that haunted her every night in her dreams, teasing her graphic images of her clanmates' bloody bodies strung up from the pines of their territory like crow food.
Her clanmate's words finally penetrated the fog shrouding her ears, and Wisp did everything she could to shake her head, to beg him with her eyes to save her. The creature standing over Pheonixspark's shoulder gave a disproving shake of its head, looking very much like it would tut at her if it spoke. A shadowy claw reached out to stroke her clanmate's throat, though it passed through him harmlessly. This, this is why she didn't sleep. This paralyzing terror, this torment from those long gone from the world trying to amuse themselves on a living warrior.
