#m-shift

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

goodnight little creatures in my little bright box.

sleep well and may you have the most enjoyable shifts ♡♡♡

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

i wanna share something that I wrote while I was m-shifting. I honestly think that its super cool, and is such a good way to become more aware on how you can feel m-shifted, and understand it for yourself.

(Hey there's blood, guts, dead animals, killing animals, and it talks of animal sickness in here. Wouldnt recommend reading if these trigger you in any way.)

The cougar watched the rain drip through the stone of her small hideaway. She had curled up for the morning in this small crevice, and water dripping from the trees above had awoken her from a dreamless darkness. The leaf litter was cool on her paws, surprisingly dry under her. Rain overcame her sense of sound, but she could still hear past and deeper into the trees, where the bushes rustled and tiny paws skittered across the stone and moss. Squirrels, foxes, birds. The tiny heartbeat of a mouse, tucked deep into the stones around her pounded and pounded on. The air was wet and was full of the smell of herself, and the rain. A draft of a passing transient and deer tickled her nostrils.

Stretching with a curved back, paws out and clawing at the bark on her territory, small scent glands between her toes caught on the tree, and the smell of herself covered the base of the tree. Rain slid down her coarse fur and back. It smelt of continuing storms, and the foggy air around her kept her locked safely away from others seeing her. Wind blew her scent behind her, a cloak of a warning to anything that was near.

But she wasnt hungry for small rodents, or fox, or carrion. Her kill had spoiled, and a bear had chased her off. But she had hid it so well, and was very careful to move it each time, perhaps the rain had rotted its meat and the stench. Her smell and the forest floor wasnt enough to hide it. She would just have to find more.

The cougar started at a slow pace, paws barely dragging in the leaf litter and bare dirt as she wound her way through the warm trunks around her. The fog helped both her to hide, but also her prey to hide. She had to rely on smell alone. The wind had shifted slowly, and the smell became stronger, much, much stronger. One was close. She could start to hear its breathing, and her mouth started to water already. An image of it lain dead before her, just like any other kill before, flashed across her mind. The rain beat harder into the earth, and she quickly ducked under a single bush. Running water filled her senses, and she found herself on the edge of a small stream. She was struck by an odd feeling, a feeling of wrongness watching the deer drink in the stream. Closer than before, she could smell it. Sunken eyes and flesh, she could see how sharply the doe's chest caved inwards between the hind bones and the long teeth. (hips and ribs)

Her soul yearned to make the kill, but her instincts told her the truth. The doe was sick. Its head dragged, its eyes milky, missing fur and stumbling. Dangerous. She would die to eat the deer. She had to return it to the earth. She stalked slowly forward, picking up her feet perfectly so no branch nor twig was disturbed. Her whiskers pushed forward, tail lifted, ears pricked and her senses attuned to everything around her. She could hear its breathing, and could sense the heat permiating the air around it. It turned away, hind legs splashing into the stream and stumbling, so she took her chance and lept for its hind. It was only an instant, but it was the most exhilerating and anxious time of the kill. Her instincts took her right to the neck, and her teeth inserted between the skull and disk right below it. Claws dug deep into its shoulder, they were falling together. The cougar's canines cut through the connection between it, and at that same time hit the ground, trapping her tail beneath it. Pain shot up her tail, and she hissed, looking around with her ears back until her eyes rested on her tail, trapped beneath the doe. She grabbed it by its scruff, and started to pull it out of the stream so the earth could accept the doe once again. Her fur was soaked now, and once pulled out of the stream she set to cleaning her fur. She was always driven to cover herself with the scent of her kill after she took it down, but this time it wasnt to eat, and she was too wet to continue on.

The rain had started to quiet, but the fog persisted as time went on. She had ripped open the kill, careful to avoid disease. She cleaned herself a second time, feeling the sickness waft onto her fur. She stood, and bounded off into the woods, following a long worn path of the animals. She needed to eat. A feeling rested upon her body, but was soon gone once she came across a herd of deer. It was quick, and soon she had a young buck beneath her, ears clipping on the antlers as she took it down. It was running for a ledge, faster and faster. She grabbed the back of its skull in her jaws, and with a sharp yank she heard a crack in its disks and its body collapsed. She was lucky to catch this kill - the inside of her chest was eating itself, and she dug in without any hesitation. Warmth brushed across her face once she ripped it open, and she quickly removed the grass snakes within the deer. They were organs, looked like organs, but they did not give nutrition to her, so they were removed quickly and dragged away from the deer. A fox, or something else would find it later and feast. Next was the grass pouch, same as the grass snakes - and finally she found the thick slab of organ that was darker, and was the only organ she ever looked for first. Humans called it "liver", but all she could focus on was her chest eating itself, and how she had to stop it.

Blood dripped down her whiskers and was covering her fur, and finally her chest stopped its consuming. She pulled the buck for a long time away from the ledge, until her teeth hurt and she could no longer see the ledge. Her paws then scooped up the forest litter, and she went to covering the kill from other animals. She yawned, and walked a little bit away, watching its resting place as she cleaned herself of both her scent and the blood on her fur. Darkness had overtaken the sky, and the clouds parted, the air dry but still smelling of rain, distant rain. She wanted to rest. She clawed her way into a tree, and settled on a large branch. She could feel her body relaxing and the flesh within her chest filling her body and making her warm. This was her home, and she would never leave this place. Darkness overtook her senses, and they faded away from her as her eyes drooped closed. She was drifting aimlessly in the darkness, and knew nothing more.

I donno, I just wanted to share that lol

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

been sort of afraid to explore the coyote part of me that I feel really drawn to.

Ive been a cougar for so long, but now I'm questioning if I'm actually something more. Maybe being a cougar was a copinglink? I don't know :/

This dumb question has been lingering for awhile now, I've always wondered why it didn't feel like an effortless release when I mental shifted into a cougar. It felt.... forced.

Not a wolf, that's a past life of mine actually. I spent a lot of time looking into it.

Ill have to ask Frostbane to help me understand more. Perhaps Frostbane has been a spirit guide that manifested within me for some time to help me awaken to my nonhumanity.

But I'm just not sure :/

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

saw my arms in the corner of my vision... for some reason my brain couldn't identify them and I felt the urge to just remove them. Idk it just felt so so odd to have my paws typing on a keyboard, my hairless paws and arms nonetheless.

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had to shake myself, to remove both the feeling and the ideas 💀

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

belief is incredibly powerful.

(originally posted on my Amino, uploaded here for people who need it!)

Let's talk a bit about belief, and how it can affect your journey!

Believe it (or not that's fine lol) belief can have an interesting effect on how you perceive your progress, and how you react to it.

Sometimes we even hold beliefs that we didn't even know we had! Like, for the longest time I believed that I wasn't good enough to shift and actually BE an animal physically, because everyone else could do it. Little things like that, that you don't even know exist within your mind can sometimes be a butthead and stop you from shifting >:|

For example! If you believe that you aren't getting any results from shifting and persist in this idea without doubting it, you may find your results feeling less effective and start to believe you aren't shifting at all (I've been there lol)

Now I'm not telling you that believing one thing or the other will completely destroy your shifting journey, and you MUST believe with all of your heart that you are shifting! It's okay to have doubts or a change in mindset, don't get hellbent on trying to change and fix your mindset the second it slips from what you want it to be. You are focusing on the WRONG thing if you are too busy trying to fix your mindset to be positive and uplifting and think nothing bad.

(it's okay to think negatively! It's not the end of the world if you have doubts or believe one thing or another at times.)

Instead, reflect. Ask yourself WHY you believe one thing or another, and even how you came to this conclusion. Sometimes you won't know the answer and that's alright. Perhaps you need a break, or lately you've been in a slump.

Just know that beliefs aren't permanent, and mindset isn't permanent either! It can and will change as time goes on, so do not fret that you feel like "you don't believe that you are shifting enough" Its just how you PERCEIVE your shifts, not that they aren't happening. (You can still shift if you aren't obsessed with it, you can still shift when you aren't focusing on it, etc.)

So yes, your belief can affect how you perceive your shifts, and can obviously affect your progress, but know that it isn't permanent. Sometimes you won't notice these beliefs emerge, and that's okay don't worry about it. You have your whole life to shift, it isn't going to up and run away from you just because you think one thing or the next.

Take this information as you will, and thank you for reading! This is just my personal experience with shifting and believing, I know I've been doing a lot of these posts lately.

A bit about me, currently I'm going to hop back into rereading my research on shifting as a whole, and hopefully get into working on mental flares and being able to mental shift on command. I'll be sure to share my results, and my methods as I come across them. (I've been really busy with school and other things such as scrolling on pinterest that I forget I'm actually wanting to shift-)

Anyways, bye, and thanks for reading once again!

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

Since cougars are related to other smaller cats such as cheetahs, do you ever feel a sense of familiarity, relatedness or kinship with other members of the cat family? Or is it only cougars?

oh yeah definitely.

I feel more closely connected with housecats and wildcats in particular, but the rest of the felis and panthera tree feels like distant cousins that I once shared a fondness with.

thank you for asking anon! I never considered this sort of thing before so it's nice to think about it ^^

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

lets play with a moss ball together!!

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*EXTREME ZOOMIES*

[mountain-lion-gremlin]

do you ever just-

*uses foot as the tip of your tail and fight the urge not to move it in the middle of class while you are thinking* AHASHAHSHDJGSIOGFJBNJ