Cedar Sweep the war has been incited and guess what you're all invited

aw but maybe @Niamh and/or @Towhee? since she still smells like bfw c;
vaguey vague about what happened on the mountain.

this was all just so fucked up. her eyes sought the sky with an aching desperation, latching onto the stars with foolish hopes that they'd hold some sort of answer. like always, they simply twinkled back at her; cold and taunting despite their beauty. ears fell back against her skull as a soft growl of frustration broke free from grit jaws; fuck them, fuck this, fuuuck everything. dropping shadowed eyes, the ghost focused stubbornly on the earth as it split under blunt claws with the pressure she exerted on it. it seemed that her only way of defying the scattered sky above her was to refuse to give it the satisfaction of her hopeful gaze. that exact same sky had seemed so inviting to her when she'd gazed at it from her home, she just had to close her eyes and she could see every little detail. the clearing; her little patch of perfection in the woods. an ethereal presence each night when bathed in a silverly glow with the stark contrast of the protective darkness encircling it. so often she'd marvelled at the mystifying lights that looked over them every night yet now when she gazed upon them she seen something entirely different.

for now she just seen them as a high and mighty 'superior' presence that in turn seen them as nothing but mere pawns to their great ol' game. they could see everything yet never did anything about it, simply let the lives beneath them be but a source of amusement. those glittering orbs had witnessed her being handed over to a gang of pure death, watched her become a killer and watched her fall in love, likely had sneered and cackled as she witnessed the murder of her love and her future and watched with boredom as she'd found her first true home. of course they probably had found a renewed interest in her now; how they probably taunted her from above as she wandered with an aimless panic. lost and unable to get home because her own brain had wiped the memories, what kind of sick joke was that? for all she knew, the woods could be so close and she could just be wandering further and further; they knew though. of course they did. yet never would they help, all they ever did was watch.

her wispy tail lashes at her haunches as she pushes deeper into the forest; it had provided a meek relief to find the vast expanse of trees but any joy at finding such a place was tainted with bitterness. slowing slightly, the woman lets loose a shuddering sigh. tensed muscles and grit jaws all fall lax as the anger drains from her body as quickly as it liked to come on. all that was left was a deepening hopelessness, was she going crazy? like, had she seriously just spent the past few minutes mentally arguing with the fucking stars? she'd never believed in any kind of shit like gods and signs so why did she act so offended by their silence now? as she'd told moonshadow before, they were merely balls of light..right? maybe she'd done more than wipe some memories when she'd hit her head; maybe she truly was losing it. the soldier slows once more until allowing herself to fall back onto haunches with a troubled frown. she was sick of walking but a restlessness continued to buzz through her limbs as she lifted inky eyes to what light broke through the branches above, dappling the earth at her paws in shifting, silverly patterns.