toadburr

a cat of the prophecy. feared by the other cats as almost a cryptid-like creature, yet she is far from it. she is the end to the prophecy, promising the death of a clan and an age of violence.

opposite to petalcry.

“toadburr’s coat is an omen, one that has stood well before her birth.

with her coat comes a premonition of a great eclipse;

in time of horrors untold, red will wash

the clan reborn

toadburr,
as she has come to be known,
is a mystery among the clan.
with no known sight of her family,
she remarkably managed to scrape by as a young cat - sometimes barely by the skin of her teeth.

toadburr is seen
walking the old trails like a ghost of a dream,
always out of reach.

the sight became almost legend - an omen.
coat of charcoal, of brown and sand
matted with the cruelty of all weathers.
eyes of only the clearest of waters,
edged with moss.
she walks with a weight on her shoulders,
paws gentle as if not to crack the earth
under the weight of her burdens

but why should a cat live by a solitary oath?
the comfort of clan lays near, yet so far
for her wandering days are not yet over
she lays in wait
seeing, watching,
the world barrel on
without her
alone, quiet. ”