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bluukive · 2 days ago

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The Moon Above

summary - Both you and Suguru promised each other not to look outside. But something changed his mind. Should you listen to him?

warnings - mention of sụicide, mental health, the moon is evil, really vague descriptions of what's going on, manipulation, even I'm confused

wc - 1366

an - another Local 58 x jjk inspired post because my mind is whizzing. idk how much of this makes sense (plz be nice it's my first attempt writing all cryptid sob)

It felt different tonight. The city was collectively in hiding, eyes and ears glued to the radio, TV, phones— whatever device was available. The streets were silent, and all curtains were drawn tightly shut as the sound of the Emergency Alert System blared loud and disrupted the silence.

"THIS IS A PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT FROM YOUR LOCAL BROADCASTING STATION.

DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR DEVICE

DO NOT LOOK OUTSIDE.

ALL WINDOWS AND CURTAINS MUST REMAIN CLOSED. IF YOU ARE FOUND TO HAVE OPEN YOUR WINDOWS, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED.

DO NOT ATTEMPT TO GO OUTSIDE. INDIVIDUALS ATTEMPTING TO ENGAGE WITH ANY EXTRATERRESTRIAL PHENOMENA WILL BE ELIMINATED.

IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE BEEN AFFECTED: ISOLATE IMMEDIATELY."

You sat there, bloodshot eyes straining as you took in the message before you. The only thing illuminating your pitch-black room was the TV, and your body was rigid as you held your breath. Tentatively, as if skies above would hear you, you exhaled and let the tightness leave your muscles.

It’s been pure hell for the last few months. Socialisation and communication was at an all time low. Paranoia had struck the nation when outbreaks of psychosis had spread like wildfire. Reports of ritualistic behaviours, mass suicide and missing individuals was growing increasingly common. And there was no one to blame but yourselves.

It was hostile. Everyone knew that. But people were so easily swayed by the illusion of salvation it seemed to give. It appeared to whisper and shone bright in the ever-lasting night sky. Bow to me, the voices said. Give in to your saviour.

But there were no voices. The human mind was terribly weak, making up things that weren’t actually there. Theories began to emerge, causing waves of misinformation to reach even the most isolated corners of the world. No-one knew what was going on— not even the most experienced psychologist or astrophysicist. All everyone knew was that it couldn’t be trusted. People swore that it’d appear to breathe and pulse, but madness would soon follow those who dared to look up.

Whether it was a vessel to harbour some sort of hostile entity, or whether it was the entity itself, no-one had a clue. All you knew was if you kept the curtains shut, you’d be fine. Mostly.

A faint buzz brought you out of your thoughts. Cellular devices weren’t prohibited, per se. But you were rather cautious about using one.

Blinking back the wave of exhaustion, you picked up your phone and saw that it was no other than Suguru, one of the very few you could rely on for support. He was a grounding force in your life, keeping you sane and served as a reminder that no matter how tempting it was outside, it wasn’t worth it.

“Hello? Sugu?” You whispered, longing to hear the voice of your best friend. Your one and only, you’d often kid. You couldn’t hear anything from the other end of the phone except for some light breathing. With your brows knitted in confusion, you called out to him again.

“Ah, yes. Sorry, y/n. Did you see the recent alert?” Suguru sounded breathless. That was the first thing you noted. As if he’d gone for a run. But not in these conditions, right?

You shook your head stupidly, as if he could see you. “Yes, we can’t open our curtains. Nothing new. Why?”

The small huff of laughter you were so used to met your ears. It made you feel good for once, in a time where nothing felt right. But what your dear friend said next had your breath catching.

“My TV was telling me something different. Didn’t you see it? It’s safe again.”

Silence.

That wasn’t right. There had been no other EAS. You sat up straighter on the floor, mouth feeling dry. “No, actually. There haven't been any other messages. I would have texted you if there was,” you responded, forcing your voice to stay casual. But you were far from calm. Your mouth felt as if someone had stuffed cotton into it, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get a good breath of air into your lungs.

“...it’s beautiful tonight, y’know?” Suguru murmurs so softly. You falter, feeling as if you were underwater. His words came out muffled as all the blood in your body rushed to your head. You should have hung up on him.

Save yourself.

But like a fool, your trembling hands kept your phone by your ear. “S-suguru? Did you look…outside?”

Another chuckle, and you felt your heart rate picked up drastically. Surely, he didn’t?

“You sound scared,” he teased, eyes focused on one thing only from his own apartment not too far away from yours. His bedroom felt uncomfortably hostile and cramped. What other choice did he have but to open his curtain? “There’s no need to be scared, Not when it’s so peaceful.”

Your hand was shaking almost violently now, the combination of fatigue and tears prickling at your eyes making it unbearably warm in your room. “Don’t look at it, Suguru. Please don’t look at it.”

A soft exhale. Like he’s getting frustrated at you. But you need to remind yourself that this isn’t the Suguru you grew up with. It can’t be. Not anymore.

He speaks again, but there’s a slight edge to the silk of his voice. “Don’t you trust me, y/n? Don’t you want to see the God hanging down from the sky? It calls to us all.”

Suguru sounds breathless now, as if he’s locked in reverent worship. You’re frozen now, refusing to listen to whatever was at the other end of the phone.

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Look out of the window, y/n. Can’t you see me burning under it?” The crackling of the phone grows louder, yet his voice comes through audibly. You swore you could hear your own voice echoing back at you the more you spoke.

Nothing felt real. Your head was swimming.

“Don’t call me by my name. Who are you, and what have you done to Suguru?”

“I crawled into his skin. Now, I burn,” a brief pause, the voice growing more distorted by the second. “But I have an eternity to get to know his flesh, and his body will learn to accept me eventually. Look outside.”

You were so conflicted. Usually, you were so insistent on following the orders of the EAS. But underneath all of the distortion, Suguru sounded so at peace. Didn’t you deserve that too?

“Y/n. Just one look,” he said. It sounded like him again. Not the other Suguru that made the whispers in your room grow more prominent.

Would looking make you stop feeling like you were being watched from the inside of your skull? Would it end the constant urge to look into the mirror to check if the eyes of your reflection were still shut when you looked at it?

And so the last of your resolve cracked after weighing out the pros and cons. Suguru would be proud, right? You finally listened to him for once. You winced as your knees cracked after hours of inactivity. The roar of white noise was dimming the closer you came to the curtain. The whispers seemed to pause. That was the last push you needed. It felt good to be so close to salvation.

You cast your eyes back, glancing at the TV. If you hadn’t blinked, you would have seen the way your reflection was slower than you. One deep breath.

Swoosh.

You blinked hard once the curtain was drawn to the side, shielding your eyes with a pale arm and grimacing at the sensation of light. Suguru was silent now, the phone long forgotten in his hand. You didn’t even notice, not until you gathered your bearings and finally dragged your eyes to the window.

Your stomach lurched.

“I-I don’t like this. Please stop moving like that.”

But you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Your entire face glowed from the light outside and your feet were planted firmly on the scratchy carpet beneath you. You should turn back now, before you’re caught by the authorities—

“You’ve already looked.”

divider by @/cafekitsune

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forestclan-clangen · 24 days ago

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MOON 13 (Final)

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Riversnow goes into labour at dawn.

(Shiverpaw, medicine cat apprentice, female, 13 moons. Loving.) (Windfur, medicine cat, male, 27 moons. Lonesome.) (Cloudthunder, warrior, female, 46 moons. Adventurous.)

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It was at the brink of dawn when ForestClan were quickly roused awake and told in hushed tones to quickly gather around the center of camp. Riversnow reported contractions, and it was time to get to defensible positions, immediately.

ForestClan thought that the worst possible thing that could ever happen to them, was that the Living Tendrils would come, and would take every last newborn from Riversnow's side.

They were wrong.

The unstirring silence from beyond the walls was much, much worse.

In the heat of the newleaf dawn, ForestClan had prepared torches and stakes. Olive, Branchpaw and Cloudthunder guarded the medicine den, shielding the injured apprentices and wary kits within. Barleywave and Iciclepool guarded the nursery entrance. Redstar stood on top of the wall, staring out into the woods with unflinching poise. Cats waited with unsheathed claws, ready to pounce.

Silence.

Windfur and Shiverpaw worked quickly, but uncomfortably. They whispered instructions to Riversnow, who was silent in her pain. Her cyan blue eyes stared past the guards at the entrance. She barely breathed, as though something was listening for her to give away her location.

The morning sun rose into the sky, and the glare of the rays dappled the camp. Soft shadows painted the mulched pines below.

It was a very nice day.

Even when Riversnow had finished giving birth to two little kits, no one could breathe. Windfur kept pressing a paw at Riversnow's side, trying to find any more kits left to help, but no. That was it.

"Two she-kits. That's all," Windfur mustered.

But still, nothing stirred.

As the morning turned into sunhigh, and there were no signs of the tendrils, Cloudthunder's kits became irritable. Branchpaw was distracting them, but she was also exhausted from waiting for something to happen. Redstar paced back and forth along the camp walls, restless.

Tree and Hopechase were among the first to break the silence of camp. While still wary - Hopechase approached Redstar and interrupted her pacing, speaking to her calmly. Tree placed their tail on Branchpaw's shoulder, spoke directly with both Olive and Branchpaw, then pointed towards the cooking pot and fire.

The amount of cats on high alert slowly dwindled. There was a quiet hope that remained unspoken. Perhaps the woods were fed? Maybe they didn't come in daylight? Whatever the case - they hadn't appeared. So...maybe things were alright?

Redstar was reluctant. So was Iciclepool, who glared at Redstar with a doubt and skepticism that could reverse a river's current. Redstar agreed with her deputy. But, to force the Clan to live in fear for an event that may never occur…?

After Hopechase spoke calmly to her mate, butting her head into her shoulder reassuringly, Iciclepool's fear cracked. She sat down, her ears folded back. She looked at Redstar with a tired, resigned stare.

Redstar felt a pang in her heart, understanding her deputy's terror. Personally - she didn't want to stop the vigil. But…she couldn't hold her clanmates hostage. With a thrash of her tail, she closed her eyes, and looked down at Hopechase, nodding at her.

Redstar watched as Hopechase went to the medicine den, helping Perchpaw stand to her feet. She beckoned Tree and Branchpaw, and guided them to a thin, tall tree near the back of the camp. It had a rope pulley with a piece of white lattice at the highest branch. There was a yellow lattice on one side, and a red one on the other. Hopechase pointed and instructed the two apprentices about these lattices, and how they were used as distant warnings for any cats out on patrol.

She watched as the dark warrior taught them to pull the rope to change the flag. They raised the yellow one.

And so, ForestClan lived.

Only Barleywave, Riversnow and Redstar still remained alert, unwilling - or perhaps unable - to relax.

Eventually - the sun started to set.

Cats grew wary again. Chatter died down. They glanced at Redstar, hoping she would guide them.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, Shiverpaw stood in front of the nursery. She stared at the vanished sun. Her paws locked into the ground.

She felt something pulling at the back of her head. Slowly lifting the hairs on her scruff.

She felt the burrowing. Shiverpaw desperately tried to cling onto consciousness. This was not from the beings. This was something else. Something else.

She trembled as she clung to her own mind. It pushed back. In a desperate mental scramble, she clung to Olive's lessons when she was a younger apprentice. Ground. Feel the ground. She could barely feel her paws. She felt like ants were crawling up her legs to engulf her head.

She breathed. She forced herself to breathe. The feeling rose into her neck. She grasped the only things she could still feel.

My eyes are my own. My teeth are my own.

She felt the world rumbling around her, pushing and pulling against herself. She gulped air into her lungs.

She felt hollow.

She blinked. She blinked.

Her paws refused to move. It felt like gravel scraped over her skin.

Her teeth were her own.

Her teeth were her own, her teeth were her own,

HER TEETH -

The camp jolted into action as Shiverpaw yowled, her jaws clamped shut on a tendril that had burst from the ground next to her.

Cats broke into violent caterwauls. Shiverpaw couldn't move. Refused to move. The tendril pulled until Shiverpaw's face was smashed to the floor. She refused to let go. Her ears were ringing. Her eyes were blurry. Pain. Pain. Pain.

Shiverpaw wished that she could say she remembered what happened. But she couldn't. When she next came to, she was laying on the ground. She couldn't feel her mouth anymore. And…

"Shiverpaw, speak to me."

Shiverpaw blinked. A light brown and golden shape kneeled beside her. Slowly, Shiverpaw saw Tree's emerald eyes looking at her with great concern. Their mouth was stained black, and debris from the forest floor stuck to their fur.

Shiverpaw could feel their whiskers brushing near her face.

"You're breathing, thank goodness," Tree said, pulling away and placing a strong paw on her shoulder. "Hey, can you get up?"

Shiverpaw swallowed, her thoughts swarming and her fur prickling. Her skin felt hot. Quickly, she eeked out, "I'm okay." Shiverpaw slowly brought herself to her feet, staggering as she stood. Tree caught her as she fumbled.

"Hey, woah there, careful - you really exhausted yourself clinging onto that tendril," Tree said.

Shiverpaw was confused. Her head swarmed. She felt weak.

"Riversnow," she croaked, terror for her kits surging through her.

"She's fine. Her kits too," Tree said with a forced purr. "They didn't even get near the nursery."

"What happened? Where…" Shiverpaw said, forcing herself to look around her.

She didn't expect for the camp to seem…relieved. Less afraid. Her eyes scanned around her in disbelief. For a brief moment, she caught Barleywave awkwardly standing over Riversnow, his hazel eyes wild with a confusing mixture of relief, embarrassment and conviction. He clumsily removed himself from the nursery. Riversnow was bristling enough to become a porcupine. Redstar's fur stuck out at all angles, and she quickly weaved in between her clanmates, checking on their condition before moving to the next group. Morningspot was standing in the middle of camp, her eyes wide with adrenaline. Shiverpaw thought she was holding a branch in her mouth, until she saw the branch leaking out of one end. Shiverpaw bristled.

"Yeah, when you caught the first one, a second came out. I ripped into it. Turns out they have a similar tendon to Woodcrawlers." Tree explained. "But, uh, Morningspot was the one to find that out. I'll check on her in a second. Can you walk? Do you need Windfur?"

Shiverpaw felt her gums throb with pain. She was scared to touch her teeth. She said numbly, "I'm okay. I'm okay," before pulling away from Tree. She looked away, feeling embarrassed. "T-Thank you."

"No problem," Tree said with a nod, before padding away towards Morningspot.

On her way to the nursery, she was accosted by a frightened and relieved Iciclepool, and a very rushed Redstar. It was here when she asked Redstar what happened to the tendrils - only to receive confirmation that they had retreated when Morningspot tore one of them off. She reassured them both to the best of her abilities before finally approaching the nursery. Windfur had moved in and started checking Riversnow's pulse. He noticed Shiverpaw's approach and gave her an unreadable expression.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

"I…" Shiverpaw trailed off, and felt something roll down her chin. She wiped it away with her paw and looked at her pads in confusion.

Her paw was smeared black.

She was stunned when Windfur approached her and placed his paw on her cheek. "Let me see your teeth."

Shiverpaw obeyed. Windfur glanced around. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn't actually show fear if something was wrong. Windfur sighed.

"Your gums are swollen. No visible punctures, just from biting too hard. We can find you an anti-inflammatory poultice." Windfur looked away. For a brief moment, his dark blue eyes flickered. "...I'm…glad you're fine."

Shiverpaw just nodded, not quite sure what to say. She still felt unsteady and exhausted. Meanwhile, Riversnow's cyan eyes were wide with terror. The former outsider always had an outward air of confidence and individualism. But now, she was meek, curled into a ball around her two kits. Despite her kits' protests, she refused to move.

"Is it over? Are they gone?" The molly's voice shook.

It was Windfur that replied first, draping his tail over her shoulder. "Yes, Riversnow. It's alright. Your kits are safe."

"...Are you sure?" Her voice shook.

Shiverpaw felt her heart break at the near-childish plea. Windfur remained calm, and nodded.

Riversnow's bristled pelt lowered. She choked back on a sob as she uncurled, nuzzling her kits with disbelief.

"It's okay," she whispered. "We're...finally okay."

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Riversnow is quietly elated. She can't believe it. She's okay. Her babies are okay. She decides on names for them. Barleywave glances back inside, and awkwardly congratulates her before retreating back to give her space. Riversnow...doesn't know how to feel about that. But...she'll...talk to him later. Right now, she just wants to be with her kits.

(Barleywave, warrior, male, 42 moons. Playful.) (Riversnow, warrior, female, 62 moons. Adventurous.) (Owlkit, kitten, female, 0 moons. Bullying.) (Daffodilkit, kitten, female, 0 moons. Quiet.)

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4 gifs were made using clips from Remy Abode's "Gemini Home Entertainment", episode titled "STORM SAFETY TIPS". SOURCE: (X)

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