The apprentice didn't understand what he was doing out here, alone and without a warrior. This is stupid. I'm stupid. Will I get in trouble? Somehow, the lumbering mountain of unpredictable feelings stumbled on a funny little apprentice. Some other cat out here? Great! He sat down with a small oof, letting out a tiny grumble before turning to his new companion, head tilted on a strange angle, mouth parted in a weird smile. "Hi! I'm Mountainpaw. What's your name? I think I've seen you around camp before. What are you doing? W-won't you get in trouble being alone? I-i mean, we both will but-" he started speaking cheerfully, his strong, amber eyes looking at the she-cat, but he quickly cut himself off. As soon as he saw that the molly was standing, he did too, his head not floppy anymore. "Are you okay? You don't seem very happy? Or maybe that's your happy face!" Okay he should really shut up. Like now. Yet he didn't want to. The poor feline seemed so not excited? Was that was it is? Well, he didn't know, and in this situation, it didn;t seem like it mattered. He stood quietly now, the pine needles seeming to dig in to his sensitive beans. He loved pines, but not the stupid green stuff that came from them. The silver tabby quickly bent down to stretch, closing his eyes for the smallest of moments before standing upright again, looking back at the she-cat with a smile. "O-oh! I remember-r you! You're Roo-okpaw. It's gre-eat to meet you. How have you bee-nn? Not a great day is it-t?" Realization hit him, and the tom had felt the need to talk. His smile faltered once more. Oh. He had disturbed them, hadn't he? What was this thing called? Brooding. Right. It's fine. He was here now, so why just leave? Maybe he should. The apprentice had started stuttering. He was too excited and happy to be talking to someone. Oh stars he really should shut up.
The apprentice didn't understand what he was doing out here, alone and without a warrior. This is stupid. I'm stupid. Will I get in trouble? Somehow, the lumbering mountain of unpredictable feelings stumbled on a funny little apprentice. Some other cat out here? Great! He sat down with a small oof, letting out a tiny grumble before turning to his new companion, head tilted on a strange angle, mouth parted in a weird smile. "Hi! I'm Mountainpaw. What's your name? I think I've seen you around camp before. What are you doing? W-won't you get in trouble being alone? I-i mean, we both will but-" he started speaking cheerfully, his strong, amber eyes looking at the she-cat, but he quickly cut himself off. As soon as he saw that the molly was standing, he did too, his head not floppy anymore. "Are you okay? You don't seem very happy? Or maybe that's your happy face!" Okay he should really shut up. Like now. Yet he didn't want to. The poor feline seemed so not excited? Was that was it is? Well, he didn't know, and in this situation, it didn;t seem like it mattered. He stood quietly now, the pine needles seeming to dig in to his sensitive beans. He loved pines, but not the stupid green stuff that came from them. The silver tabby quickly bent down to stretch, closing his eyes for the smallest of moments before standing upright again, looking back at the she-cat with a smile. "O-oh! I remember-r you! You're Roo-okpaw. It's gre-eat to meet you. How have you bee-nn? Not a great day is it-t?" Realization hit him, and the tom had felt the need to talk. His smile faltered once more. Oh. He had disturbed them, hadn't he? What was this thing called? Brooding. Right. It's fine. He was here now, so why just leave? Maybe he should. The apprentice had started stuttering. He was too excited and happy to be talking to someone. Oh stars he really should shut up.
Rookpaw was about to dash away when the new arrival stopped her. She listened to what they said half-heartedly .They sure stuttered a lot. The tall, skinny black cat examined them with distrust. "Yes, it's me - Rookpaw. You're....? Anyway, I'm fine, even if its not a great day." she replied conservatively.
"I just miss you, snakepaw." lioncloud said. "can we stay in touch?" she asked. "I can leave you alone once we established that. I miss you and your feriocity"
"Why?" He growled. "I dont even know you." Viper snapped. "And my names not Snakepaw, I'm Viper." He growled and slashed his paw out at her nose
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closed!! headups the 'voices' are not actual voices !! they are negative thoughts that wolfwhisper literally cannot process as his. it's his way to cope and detach himself from bad things. also, he isn't having hallucinations ! he does not see them there actually. he does not realize this. //
Wolfwhisper ran as fast as his paws could take him. He ran until his lungs cried out to him and rang over the voices that demanded him to repent. Then he ran some more. It wasn't until he reached a familiar clearing that he came to a stop.
If only for a moment, his panic ceased. It wasn't long before that Wolfwhisper and Moonshadow had been here. The moon was no longer high in the sky and maybe it was better off because he didn't think he could handle it watching him. It -- it was so ironic. Wolfwhisper planned to confess here. He wasn't sure if his feelings were actual feelings for her. Maybe he was so desperate for anyone to just recognize his existence he had clung to the fact she never shyed away from him. He was going to let it wait. Test the waters.
Wolfwhisper never would be able to. He was alone. Again. He was always so alone. It was that thought that made him realize. The scene began to replay in his mind as the tom crumbled to the floor. Tears began to flow and he didn't have anything strength to held them back.
He was so... pathetic.
"I just.. wanted,, someone-- I just,, why can't... I don't want to die.. I don't -- want to.. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry Moonshadow. I can't do anything, why can't I do ANYTHING? I really -- I just, " Wolfwhisper sobbed, his cheeks becoming wet from tears. He missed her. She had been barely been gone and his heart was aching for her already. Was this love?
He cast a glance to the right. The scene was still fresh in his mind.
Her body was laying on the ground. Fur matted with blood, her chest wasn't moving. Her eyes open wide as she stared at death in it's face. She had died doing what she believed in and he couldn't find any sense of doubt.
He cast a glance to the left. The scene was still fresh in his mind.
A large brown molly sat. Her gaze off in the distant. Her paws were bloodied, scars littered her face. She opened her maw, fragile words spilled from her lips that would not register in Wolfwhisper's ears. A small lifeless body rested by her paws.
His chest was heaving, a crushing sensation rested where his heart sat. His ribs were aching as he screamed. (Why was he screaming? When did he begin to scream? This was pathetic. Why was he so pathetic?) Wolfwhisper buried his face in the grass, trying to desperately focus on the cold sensations. His paws covered his head, claws digging into his fur -- blood was prickling but he couldn't feel it. Maybe he was dead. (You're dead.)
(It's best for you to be dead, Wolfwhisper. )
(Starclan is punishing you for what you did against them. How could you betray your clan like that? Moonshadow was a traitor. Dawnstar is your leader. She demands loyalty. She demands loyalty. You couldn't even give her that.)
(Wolfwhisper, why are you crying? You're not the victim. The stars can't save you.)
(If a cat is not perceived by society. Does not pass through someone's mind. When their life ends, did they ever exist?)
"Please... just,, shut.. up..." Wolfwhisper croaked weakly, his voice sore from the screaming he had did prior. He could hear approaching snarls and he knew they weren't there but as he lift up his head --
Jaws snapped at him, drool dribbling down as the dog glared him down.(He was going to die.) His vision blackened as he scrambled back, nausea settling down in his stomach and --
Wolfwhisper guessed he fainted. He woke up hours later, his throat sore and his body aching from the.. that was a panic attack. Wasn't it? He let out a pitiful laugh and them immediately went to go and empty his stomach in the bushes.
He returned to the.. the clearing. The moon was high in the sky. Flowers were beginning to bloom. They were just as beautiful as Moonshadow. Just as before as she was.
Wolfwhisper laid down on the grass, gazing up at the sky. He would not be sleeping for days. That's fine. He was used to sleep-deprivation.
"I'm sorry." For everything. Whatever that may be. Maybe Starclan could finish their divine punishment now.
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open to anyone if you dare. headups the 'voices' are not actual voices !! they are negative thoughts that wolfwhisper literally cannot process as his. it's his way to cope and detach himself from bad things. also, he isn't having hallucinations ! he does not see them there actually. he does not realize this. //
Wolfwhisper ran as fast as his paws could take him. He ran until his lungs cried out to him and rang over the voices that demanded him to repent. Then he ran some more. It wasn't until he reached a familiar clearing that he came to a stop.
If only for a moment, his panic ceased. It wasn't long before that Wolfwhisper and Moonshadow had been here. The moon was no longer high in the sky and maybe it was better off because he didn't think he could handle it watching him. It -- it was so ironic. Wolfwhisper planned to confess here. He wasn't sure if his feelings were actual feelings for her. Maybe he was so desperate for anyone to just recognize his existence he had clung to the fact she never shyed away from him. He was going to let it wait. Test the waters.
Wolfwhisper never would be able to. He was alone. Again. He was always so alone. It was that thought that made him realize. The scene began to replay in his mind as the tom crumbled to the floor. Tears began to flow and he didn't have anything strength to held them back.
He was so... pathetic.
"I just.. wanted,, someone-- I just,, why can't... I don't want to die.. I don't -- want to.. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry Moonshadow. I can't do anything, why can't I do ANYTHING? I really -- I just, " Wolfwhisper sobbed, his cheeks becoming wet from tears. He missed her. She had been barely been gone and his heart was aching for her already. Was this love?
He cast a glance to the right. The scene was still fresh in his mind.
Her body was laying on the ground. Fur matted with blood, her chest wasn't moving. Her eyes open wide as she stared at death in it's face. She had died doing what she believed in and he couldn't find any sense of doubt.
He cast a glance to the left. The scene was still fresh in his mind.
A large brown molly sat. Her gaze off in the distant. Her paws were bloodied, scars littered her face. She opened her maw, fragile words spilled from her lips that would not register in Wolfwhisper's ears. A small lifeless body rested by her paws.
His chest was heaving, a crushing sensation rested where his heart sat. His ribs were aching as he screamed. (Why was he screaming? When did he begin to scream? This was pathetic. Why was he so pathetic?) Wolfwhisper buried his face in the grass, trying to desperately focus on the cold sensations. His paws covered his head, claws digging into his fur -- blood was prickling but he couldn't feel it. Maybe he was dead. (You're dead.)
(It's best for you to be dead, Wolfwhisper. )
(Starclan is punishing you for what you did against them. How could you betray your clan like that? Moonshadow was a traitor. Dawnstar is your leader. She demands loyalty. She demands loyalty. You couldn't even give her that.)
(Wolfwhisper, why are you crying? You're not the victim. The stars can't save you.)
(If a cat is not perceived by society. Does not pass through someone's mind. When their life ends, did they ever exist?)
"Please... just,, shut.. up..." Wolfwhisper croaked weakly, his voice sore from the screaming he had did prior. He could hear approaching snarls and he knew they weren't there but as he lift up his head --
Jaws snapped at him, drool dribbling down as the dog glared him down.(He was going to die.) His vision blackened as he scrambled back, nausea settling down in his stomach and --
Wolfwhisper guessed he fainted. He woke up hours later, his throat sore and his body aching from the.. that was a panic attack. Wasn't it? He let out a pitiful laugh and them immediately went to go and empty his stomach in the bushes.
He returned to the.. the clearing. The moon was high in the sky. Flowers were beginning to bloom. They were just as beautiful as Moonshadow. Just as before as she was.
Wolfwhisper laid down on the grass, gazing up at the sky. He would not be sleeping for days. That's fine. He was used to sleep-deprivation.
"I'm sorry." For everything. Whatever that may be. Maybe Starclan could finish their divine punishment now.
Moonbirch saw Wolfwhisper in the moonlit clearing and sighed. She padded over to him and tried her best not to growl. What seems to be the matter, Wolfy? "Wolfy." That was a joke. She was honestly just trying to cheer him up so she could go back to sleep.
Despite seeing nothing deeply personal, simply happening upon her clanmate by pure chance on her hasty walk, there was something that felt so deeply, deeply wrong about what she was seeing. The she-cat had been so much more preoccupied with running over her questions and anxieties about Duskfern, nearly having missed the sight of another cat entirely with her eyes focused squarely on the pine-laden ground in front of her. Nearly, though; that word was key. The dark shape of the young warrior just managed to catch her amber eye despite the tom blending in with his eerie, dark surroundings. Perhaps it was the faint scent of bile that pulled the queen from her own mind, to pause and stare at the half-hunched shape of Wolfwhisper as he settled down and craned his neck to the stars.
It wasn’t curiosity Honeyfrost felt, it was hesitance, and the solid rock of worry that hung in her chest at all times getting just the slightest bit heavier. Yet, despite the feeling that none of this was her business, the cat stayed, watching for what felt like days before tentatively taking a step into the clearing.
“I’m sorry.”
The she-cat paused again, once more filled with the overwhelming sense that she should not be here; that her presence infringing on something so personal would only create worse issues. The sense didn’t seem to stop her, though, opening her mouth instinctively. “What for?”
Her words were soft, though they lacked a sweetness that Honeyfrost always wished she could harness, instead of the sharpness that seemed to bleed into everything she said whether she wanted it to or not. Asking such a question before even making her presence known was easily a poor choice, but the queen had to roll with it now; it wasn’t like she could scrounge up anything better to say so first instinct was the best she really had.
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"Glad I remember you! Fine? Oh. Okay! Well, want to go hunt some mice, Rooky? Frogs? Oooo possibly stinky thundercat's shrews or the rabbits from the moors?" The large tom was nearly jumping with excitement. Hunting! Hunting hunting hunting hunting hunting! He hadn't learnt hunting, but maybe his new best buddy here had. "You can teach me to hunt, Rookiy! Let's go go go go. I think I smell mouse. Can you teach me? Please? If you do I'll shut up. Lot's of cats tell me to shut up but- please!!" the tom only shut up when he needed a breather. He had basically been pleading the poor apprentice to death, hopeful and ecstatic. At least he had stopped stumbling on words. The pines under foot hurt like hell, and the tom winced as he shifted his weight, deciding to flop onto his flank to save his feet. Oh lovely. Burrs and needles in his fur. What a great day. The ginger marbled tabby would sit and wait for a reply, swatting his paws in the air as if a kit attacking a butterfly. His tail swished in a happy manner, letting out a half yawn half purr. "Glad I met you Rook. Oh you're a bird! Is that why you're .. you and I'm mountain because of my pelt and size? I want my warrior name to be Mountainshout or Mountaindew. They're cool names and to be honest, it just clicks. What about you? Oh. My apologies. Is it okay if I call you Rooky? I've always preferred nicknames. It's easier" he kept talking his stupid mouth, relining he kept calling poor Rookpaw a name they hadn't given permission for. Oh well, better ask now than never. Hopefully this cat wouldn't hate him. He liked the she-cat already.
"Glad I remember you! Fine? Oh. Okay! Well, want to go hunt some mice, Rooky? Frogs? Oooo possibly stinky thundercat's shrews or the rabbits from the moors?" The large tom was nearly jumping with excitement. Hunting! Hunting hunting hunting hunting hunting! He hadn't learnt hunting, but maybe his new best buddy here had. "You can teach me to hunt, Rookiy! Let's go go go go. I think I smell mouse. Can you teach me? Please? If you do I'll shut up. Lot's of cats tell me to shut up but- please!!" the tom only shut up when he needed a breather. He had basically been pleading the poor apprentice to death, hopeful and ecstatic. At least he had stopped stumbling on words. The pines under foot hurt like hell, and the tom winced as he shifted his weight, deciding to flop onto his flank to save his feet. Oh lovely. Burrs and needles in his fur. What a great day. The ginger marbled tabby would sit and wait for a reply, swatting his paws in the air as if a kit attacking a butterfly. His tail swished in a happy manner, letting out a half yawn half purr. "Glad I met you Rook. Oh you're a bird! Is that why you're .. you and I'm mountain because of my pelt and size? I want my warrior name to be Mountainshout or Mountaindew. They're cool names and to be honest, it just clicks. What about you? Oh. My apologies. Is it okay if I call you Rooky? I've always preferred nicknames. It's easier" he kept talking his stupid mouth, relining he kept calling poor Rookpaw a name they hadn't given permission for. Oh well, better ask now than never. Hopefully this cat wouldn't hate him. He liked the she-cat already.
Rookpaw herself had rather insane behaviour, constantly switching moods. Do, in a way, she saw her excitable side in this apprentice. She decided to ignore the pain in her soul and comply. The darker part of her immediately suspected him of making fun of her and acting like this just to tease her. She decided to push it back for now. "Yeah, I don't mind hunting. And I can teach you if you want, though I'm not a good teacher. And, uh, sure, nicknames are fine." she mewed as she made her way through the forest.
Shadeblossom looked around the camp for a hunting buddy. Sure, she could do it herself, alone, but why not make bonds, just for today?
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