[Rose]

 

Originally Posted by Mica

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 51 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
Header art by @/Marigoldwhisper
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[Black - @Wingnettle ]
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Mistlewhisker raised her tail for the outsider to stay put while she poked her head into Dawnstar's den. "I have a tom here who would like to join. He can make a case for himself." Mistlewhisker finally summoned Black in, standing by the entrance threateningly. She didn't really mean to but that's how it looked anyway.

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Another day, another loner. "Dawnstar." Mistlewhisker mewed, keeping the outsider outside. Ha ha. "It seems we are popular. I have another cat for your judgement." Her tail flicked to herd Nutmeg into the den.
[ Nutmeg - @Rose ]

Originally Posted by Wingnettle

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Blackpaw

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#thevoidwithin
Shadow Fiend, Chill of Death

Black was padding nervously behind the big, menacing she-cat, though he did really put in some effort not to show it. He forced himself not to fidget in any way, but his whiskers twitched very lightly, in an almost imperceptible way.

He could not help but recall an old memory, an empty feeling that was not empty but felt almost surreal. The warm hug, the tight, warm, gentle embrace of a sweet-scented queen whose soft belly hosted the tiny, Black and Grey furball during day and night. But, wait - his mother had never held him like that! What in the world was his mind playing now?!

A reddish, black and white tortoiseshell she-cat was there at the entrance of the giant den. It was incredible, seeing a great home like that built by the paws of several cats living their daily life together. Did they have special duties? He could not help but admire the paw-work of the shelters, but the air was filled with strong, pine-scented cats' smells and this irritated him quite enough.

He shot her a menacing gaze. She seemed... way too open, compared to the other pine-scented cats. Was she a rival? Was she competing with him for a place in this huge, incredible place? Black could hunt and survive on his own, but he didn't want that life.
He wanted to thrive.

@Rose @Mica @Undertaker

She/Her | Purrk(s): Dreamwalker & Bewitched

Awe. Nutmeg was kind of in awe. Well, more than kind of. Bursting at the seams with it, in fact. Except for the teeeny tiiny very ignore-able unsettled feeling thrumming in her chest. Though, had Mistlewhisker not issued those unintentionally direct words at her earlier, she'd feel nothing of the sort. It wasn't actually her in the end, and it was just... there. So, essentially manageable.

Yknow what, as much as Nutmeg loved tossing herself headfirst into danger, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about danger plus small spaces. It was quite lovely out here, in fact-- Aaaand there was no way to back out of this now - a tail to her flank had her shuffling forward, pupils dilating rapidly in an attempt to adjust to the darkness. "Helloooo..!...?" Oh wait. Mistlewhisker here hadn't found her chatter amusing (Come to think of it, a lot of cats didn't. What was up with that?), so she should probably not talk here either. Yep. Yep, she could soooo do that. She could so that so well it was crazy. Pure talent, obviously.

[ @Undertaker - Dawnstar | I was under the assumption that the Black/Nutmeg introductions were separate instances(?) so I tried to keep it vague enough. ]