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Soft echoes of past breezes floated in on a chilly gust of air, a sudden silence reigning over the deserted clearing. Time seemed to stand still as another black and white she-cat appeared, her fur lined with the kisses of many stars, her eyes identical to Duskrose's own. "Dear Duskrose..." Her voice was filled with grief for her living soul, her eyes betrayed her emotions, even more so than her soft emittance of sound. "How are you?" She pressed into the soft, warm fur of her grandkit, her incarnate.
Duskrose looked at the she-cat pressing into her fur, and gave a soft murmur of acceptance. "Greetings Duskstar," Her own voice seemed little compared to that of her grandmother's. "I'm not all that well, but as always I will manage." A flicker of doubt appeared in the depths of her shimmering silver eyes, a twinge of unease knotting in her belly.
Duskstar touched her nose to the younger cat's head, drinking in the unfamiliar scent of Thunderclan. "Dear, you must continue on..." Her voice seemed to stress the importance of this, the starry cat's eyes yearning for her kin to be well again. "New love is on the horizon, closer than a mortal cat like you can believe Duskrose..." A small pop was heard from above, and both she-cats swiveled their heads to take in the sight.
A slightly smaller tan tabby leaped down from a tree, from branch to branch. Her voice mingled with the sounds of the chilly breeze, her emerald eyes glowing endlessly. "Greetings Duskrose," Dawnshimmer brought light to every aspect of life, her radiance protruding from her immortal soul. She gave her kit a swift lick on the head. "Believe Duskstar when she speaks..." A soft murmur floated on the breeze and the two disappeared, leaving Duskrose in stunned silence.
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I've been really into writing lately, and that's an excerpt from a role-play post that I recently used.
