Magpiecove is trying to eat rocks (no seriously, somecat stop her)
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Chimera and tortoiseshell with golden and blue heterochromia
AFAB | They/Them | 11 Moons | + every 8th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Perfectionist
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"Hey, pretty cats don't eat rocks." What a way to start a conversation, huh? With a crooked smile, Eveningpaw approached the two-toned warrior, greeting her with a simply wave of their multicoloured tail. "Try eating something like, y'know. A bird. A magpie, maybe."
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| RoseDove |
| 36 moons | Reddish-brown she-cat with a bob tail, They/He | "We've got nothing to talk about."
RoseDove sits with a hard look
on his face, staring at the camp
entrance with a look of envy and maybe
longing.
He wished he could go out but him
being him, he refused to go and ask
a clanmate because that would be
awkward and he didn't want another cat
up his whiskers.
But he did want to speak to someone.
Not that he wanted to admit that.
The pixie-bob flexed his claws in the
dirt, making small canyons under his paws
as he sighed heavily and looked around for
someone to talk to.
| open. I'm desperate |
Smokefern
|| She/her || 33 Moons ||
Smokefern had been sitting in the clearing, keeping an eye on the comings and goings of the clan with an impassive expression. It was a habit of hers, when not out on a patrol or busy with something else. As of late, however, it's been boring. Not that the clan itself was; there were plenty of colorful personalities, especially when it came to the youth. Youth. Starclan, was she so old that she was calling apprentices that?
Pale blue eyes scanned the clearing once again. Perhaps it was just that they did this too often. She noticed a fellow warrior looking antsy. Or she thought was antsy. With nothing else going on, the gray and white she-cat heaved herself to her feet and padded over.
"Something on your mind?" Smokefern asked as a greeting.
Magpiecove is trying to eat rocks (no seriously, somecat stop her)
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roachflare squinted at magpiecove going to town on some rocks, wondering what would compell someone to eat rocks. he himself was a big fan of bugs. they were crunchy. but hmm shouldnt bug refuse to eat bugs? a thoughtful pout crossed him face, pondering the ethics of eating bugs.
[ no need to reply i just need him to not go missing again lmao ]
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Shadepaw sat in the clearing, her tail neatly wrapped around her paws. She gazed around camp. Tch. I should be training...
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BOUNCEKIT
He/Him - 2 Moons - Outsider ShC kit
two left paws [active] - bewiched [perm active]
wow... aslan didn't know what he expected, but it sure wasn't this. oh wait, he wasn't aslan now. right, the big cat had given him the name of bouncekit. why did he have two names though? it was confusing, but at least she would give him food, water and shelter. as soon as his paws healed up, he was going to get straight to work, and nobody could stop him!
ouch.
right, his paws. the kitten let out a small hiss at the pain. skies above why did it hurt so badly? the yellow tom sat down, holding up one of his injured paws as he looked at it. it shouldn't take too long to heal...right?
another strange thing about being in this odd place - the smell. bouncekit liked his smell thank you very much, but these cats reeked of pine and marshes. it was gross, and asla-bouncekit couldn't help but scrunch his nose.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fade summons a prowler to chase rose
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Scorpionpaw was almost certain she was about to be shot down and denied training. She was willing to fight for it, though! Just as the disheartened look was appearing on her face, it was gone in a flash when he agreed. YES. And it was going to be a battle training lesson?! Even better! The apprentice needed to kill off some energy. She needed to get involved and do something! This was perfect!
"OH YES PLEASEEE, SIR!" Scorp would almost scream with delight. She'd bounce on her paws a couple times, stopping when she nearly wiped out. She merely chuckled and stared at Blackpine eagerly. "When are we going? Where are we going? Am I going to get to learn some cool fighting techniques!?" Scorp was known to be a talker, and this stranger wasn't safe from it either. He'd have to tell her to shut up occasionally if he wanted to get a word in, but he'd learn that soon enough.
"What's your name anyway? You knew mine."
blackpine, he/him, 41 moons
shadowclan warrior
a large black tom with one emerald green eye.
Wow. She was a loud one. He was sure that was normal for a cat her age, but Blackpine's family was more... quiet. He had almost forgotten how noisy kits could be.
"We can go now. I have nothing else to do," He replied, contradicting how he just lied about being busy. "I'll take you to Evergreen Grotto. There's lots of herbs there, for the medicine cats, but it's also just a nice spot in Shadowclan. Less wet than Darkwater Mire, at least." Blackpine assumed Scorpionpaw hadn't been there yet, considering her young age, though he could be wrong.
"Yes, I will teach you 'cool' fighting techniques- if you can listen to the basics, that is," he said with a chuckle. "And my name is Blackpine. Black for my fur, green for the eye. At least that's what I always thought."
"Since you seem... raring to go, to say the least, follow me. Just stay close and we'll make it there fine. Don't try to sneak away- I'll be watching you!" That last part was more joking than a serious concern. Scorpionpaw seemed so excited to train that he doubted she had any sneaky plans. Unless she was the type to wander after butterflies and get lost.
(sorry this took 1billion years but i've done it now lol, i'll post in the territory next)
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roachflare squinted at magpiecove going to town on some rocks, wondering what would compell someone to eat rocks. he himself was a big fan of bugs. they were crunchy. but hmm shouldnt bug refuse to eat bugs? a thoughtful pout crossed him face, pondering the ethics of eating bugs.
[ no need to reply i just need him to not go missing again lmao ]
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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Eveningpaw
Chimera and tortoiseshell with golden and blue heterochromia
AFAB | They/Them | 11 Moons | + every 8th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Perfectionist
[42/100]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.
"Hey, pretty cats don't eat rocks." What a way to start a conversation, huh? With a crooked smile, Eveningpaw approached the two-toned warrior, greeting her with a simply wave of their multicoloured tail. "Try eating something like, y'know. A bird. A magpie, maybe."
But that wasn't going to stop her, nuh-uh! She had to assert dominance, prove she was better, faster, AND stronger. What better way to do that than eat some rocks? Possibly the quickest way to gain respect and a lot of weird looks. The chimera was simply demonstrating her wits and upmost value as well as her jaw strength! LET THIS BE A WARNING TO ANYCAT WHO CROSSES HERRRRR!!
Ew, yuck yuck. Why'd every rock have to be so weirdly crunchy and hard to swallow? ARG! Suddenly, a cat approached her. Taller than her (but that wasn't a hard feat to accomplish) and split down the middle with admittedly pretty patterns. Nice eyes too, she had to comment on the eyes.
Pretty! Ha! Only Spiderthorn could call her that. But hey, she wouldn't deny it. "Well this pretty cat does." She grinned widely. Eh. They were kinda right. The rocks were starting to bore her. Magpiecove gave her shoulders a shrug, spitting out a loose pebble. "Psh, might as well. What's your name, eh?" Then, out of the corner of her VERY KEEN EYES, she caught a weird cat giving her WEIRD LOOKS!!! UNACCEPTABLE!
"OI!! NEED YOUR EYESIGHT FIXED!?! QUIT YOUR SQUINTING!!!" she yowled, her fur bristling. She would be respected, that is for certain. She turned back to Eveningpaw. "Also, you're not funny." She blew a raspberry at them. "I don't eat magpies. It's kinda weird to think about, y'know?"
A snowflake flipped and twirled in the sky, splitting from the dark white of the clouds to descend into Shadowclan's territory. Its form became illuminated against the dimming world, dancing further and further, down into the towering tree's open arms. The ice pattern was even in six ways, branching out from its open centre with identical growing spikes, akin to that of a buck's antler.
It was much bigger than any the elder had ever seen, however long he had lived, and he took a moment to watch it fall. It dipped and swayed, rolled and swirled, with the elegant movements only lasting a moment longer before it must have spotted the tom's watchful gaze. It gave one more slow twirl as it neared Mudburr, then floated down to the rest of gathered snow without much more to note. The elder wondered, why... why it had fallen like that, and stared at the frosty ground in silence. He gingerly reached out a paw to see if it was still there, softly grasping at the piled snowflakes and making small divots near its resting place. He paused... then retracted his paw. Gone. Just another piece of ice in the clearing's frost.
He let out a huff of misty air, and blinked his eyes away from the snow. The ground was cold on his resting stomach, but he found this spot to be one of the best to observe Shadowclan, and to wonder about their lives. Maybe he didn't wonder out of curiosity, it could be out of habit. It had been his role for such a long time, there was no doubt that doing something so familiar did make him comfortable and fulfilled once again. But why did he do this? Did he ever really care? That was not a thought he was encouraged to dwell on, so he didn't. Instead, he turned his attention to Berrypaw, and simply observed.
( @Johrog - Mudburr's waiting near the entrance! )
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