There were a lot of ways Mudslide strategically imagined this to go.
1 - This she-cat would scold her for saying too little
2 - She'd loose interest and walk away
3 - She'd insult her in traditional Shadowclan fashion. At least Mudslide would have full permission to insult her back.
Or, 4 - She wouldn't care and would keep blabbering much to Mudslide's horror.
But busting out crying? Mudslide visibly cringed, her face scrunching up in a way her muscle weren't familiar with, yet, her face held that expression like how a moth clings to its short life. Her thin fur bristled with pain as her paws pushed farther into the ground, once again reminded by their horrid itch. Crud! Mudslide yowled to herself, her white teeth revealed in a grimace. She wasn't sure what this cat was crying for, but there was no way she was about to get caught in the role of a therapist. She only listened to one cat and a few highranks, not some warrior who decided to cry crocodile tears. Oh, who was she kidding? Mudslide was wrapped up in this debacle whether she liked it or not (and she certainly didn't like it).
Mudslide hissed and backed away, her long tail curled and her legs extending to her full and abnormal height. "Jeez." Was all her wispy voice could manage as the padded ground began to wet with the tears of Cherryblossom. What was she so sad about anyways? Suck it up or shake it off. Better yet, turn all that sadness into work, focusing on fixing or stopping whatever the heck you're sad about. That's what Mudslide did anyways, that's what she had to do. Life just takes and takes and takes. No need to be sad about it. Do. Something. About. It. The world never cared for tears, they just take them and pull them back into the ground to water the plants. See? The earth itself knew better than this warrior.
She'd get over it, eventually. Maybe she'd even run away crying and leave her alone. Better yet? Mudslide'd tell her to leave. This whole situation was making her uncomfortable. "Go." Mudslide rasped, the sour expression digging into her maw. She didn't think it was possible to make her face sore. She was wrong.
Silkpaw scented the blood in the air before he heard the commotion. He looked over as Rookfire brought a mangled corpse into camp, and his mind raced as he watched the Enforcers and Dawnstar and Msitlewhisker talk amongst themselves.
He wasn't close enough to hear anything, but he was close enough to see the details of how destroyed the demoted warrior's body was, and his mouth tasted sour as bile rose in the back of his throat, and he had to try so hard not to vomit.
He'd never been this close to a corpse before. At least not that of another cat.
He'd always thought it would be more like seeing prey. An imitation of life, just still and quiet. At rest, and at least given respect in their state of unlife.
This was not like that.
This was raw, visceral, disgustingly twisted and shattered. The body was barely recognizeable if he hadn't known vaguely who the cat had been before.
With shaky paws, he backed away, eventually making himself look away, turn away as he desperately sought somewhere safe, somewhere he could squeeze himself and hide away until.... Until what?
There was no one who would come to comfort him. No one but Hawky, but he was busy, always busy.
He didn't want to be a bother, so he squeezed himself in a crevice barely large enough for him.
And he sat, and waited, eyes closed, and tried to ignore the stench invading his nostrils.
[OPEN]
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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch The Dancing Bird
Gloating with pride as another hit connect he let a grin spread across his maw quickly. Hawkbite spun backwards and let another huff escape his lungs. He goaded him on, Owlthroat would finish this. Make a mark on the clan, batter the Enforcer Commander. Victory was surely his. Even Newtbelly seemed to sense it, he let the old man jeer slide as he had bigger things to focus on now. Executing the end, perfectly.
”Now watch a real warrior fight.” He grinned maniacally at both Newtbelly and Hawkbite. His next move took no thought, he knew he had this now. He’d knocked the enforcer time and time again, surprising even himself. The momentum needed to continue for the fight to be on his side.
Owlthroat barrelled forward snarling, he’d knock his feet out this time. Propelling his weight directly at the Commander’s side, ready to finish this.
A delighted flashed shot through the Commanders eyes as Owlthroat barreled in his direction. Hawkbite pressed his side against the tree, watching as the warrior drew closer. He could see it. Owlthroat wasn't thinking. He was moving much too fast for his size and just before he could slam into the Commander, Hawkbite shifted and shot partially up the tree he was beside. It was a fast movement, trained muscles pulling him up with ease.
If things went the way he planned it in his head, Owlthroat would skid to a halt right below him or slam straight into the tree. Regardless of which, Hawkbite would release himself from the tree and drop. He'd fall straight down onto the warrior, aiming to land squarely on his shoulders. He'd use his weight and momentum to press the warrior to the ground and attempt to shove him to his side. It'd put Owlthroat in a vulnerable position of being pinned with Hawkbites paws at his throat.
It just all had to land. Had to play out as smoothly as it did in his head.
Maybe he’d spoken too soon - Owlthroat spoke confidently, but... Addressing the commander in such a manner? Newtbelly had to suppress a shudder. Hawkbite was calculated in his movements, it was interesting to watch - and very different from everything he'd learnt under Owlthroat. How he longed to get out into battle, to try something new... That said, he was glad he wasn't sparring right in the middle of camp. A loss in front of this many cats would be mortifying, at least, for Newtbelly.
Silkpaw scented the blood in the air before he heard the commotion. He looked over as Rookfire brought a mangled corpse into camp, and his mind raced as he watched the Enforcers and Dawnstar and Msitlewhisker talk amongst themselves.
He wasn't close enough to hear anything, but he was close enough to see the details of how destroyed the demoted warrior's body was, and his mouth tasted sour as bile rose in the back of his throat, and he had to try so hard not to vomit.
He'd never been this close to a corpse before. At least not that of another cat.
He'd always thought it would be more like seeing prey. An imitation of life, just still and quiet. At rest, and at least given respect in their state of unlife.
This was not like that.
This was raw, visceral, disgustingly twisted and shattered. The body was barely recognizeable if he hadn't known vaguely who the cat had been before.
With shaky paws, he backed away, eventually making himself look away, turn away as he desperately sought somewhere safe, somewhere he could squeeze himself and hide away until.... Until what?
There was no one who would come to comfort him. No one but Hawky, but he was busy, always busy.
He didn't want to be a bother, so he squeezed himself in a crevice barely large enough for him.
And he sat, and waited, eyes closed, and tried to ignore the stench invading his nostrils.
[OPEN]
Tigerpaw had seen the other apprentice look as if he were going to pass out when seeing the dead body. She walked over to him. Hey would you like to go somewhere else with me the smell of the body is bad and you look like you could use some comfort. Oh sorry, before I get ahead of myself. My name is Tigerpaw. If you want I can try to comfort but if you don't want me to that's fine. Tigerpaw wanted to help this cat she had no friends and the body was kinda of bothering her too.
〚~Willow'Paw Sage~〛
| 9 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail]
She flinched at Magpiepaw's laugh. She'd just been trying to be scary! But then... Her voice could snap????????? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She wouldn't even be a cat then! Well, maybe she still would but nobody would know! What if her voice had already snapped?
What was even the point?
Why were they even here?
She'd never be able to talk again... and then she'd be Uselesspaw...
Nobody would remember her, she'd be even more of a side character.....
Magpiepaw would do something cool to make her feel ashamed of not talking, and then everyone else would do a backflip or something.....
Maybe Markiplier would appreciate her..... if she ever tried to do an epic backflip in front of him........but failed and got paralyzed....... markiplier takes me to the hospital and he holds my paw and tells me everything is gonna be ok.... but then the cyst in my brain explodes causing me to flatline (they didnt know about the brain cyst until after the autopsy)...... markiplier falls to his knees and sobs uncontrollably until the nurses tell him to leave.......... He realizes theres nothing he can do anymore so he goes home and starts making a video................ he uploads a new fnaf video later that day but it has a different intro than usual............. the video starts completely silent on a black screen until it slowly fades to a picture of me in my hospital bed then transitions to an image of very upset sad crying emoji emoticon stock vector that slowly zooms in.................. the video suddenly cuts back to normal with no context given.............. fans are left baffled
And then she realized Magpiepaw was joking so hahaha no worries : DDD
Willowpaw held her breath as a paw came down in slow motion as a paw came slashing down to her throat. As it brushed across her neck, she jut took a moment to process that. Willowpaw. Defeated. By Magpiepaw. Ok, to be fair, she didn't know what she was expecting, After a few moments, she realized: OH DOO DOO SHE WAS MEANT TO PLAY ALONG. "Aaaaaah, n-n-nooooooooooo, I-I hath be-been defeeaa-defeeeeated!" She said as she flopped dramatically. Yes, she was only the bestest at fighting. She could FEEL everyone shivering in their timbers at the SO EXTREMELY VERY VERY DANGEROUS FOE THAT EXISTED IN THE WORLD.
And also.
YES.
FORGIVENESS ACHIEVED
Finally, all her life goals had come true: the world was (ahem, mostly) at peace. Everything bad was magically erased (ahem ahem, mostly). Oh Mighty Magpiepaw had given Willowpaw her forgiveness AND a new name-! Wait. What? A new name? "I-I mean li-like, o-ok? I g-guess?" Sage said confusedly. "Bu-But in m-my opini- oh, uhm, oh right." Hmmm. If she was going to be called Sage, then Magpiepaw also needed a nickname! Nickname buddies! "You can be called...." She thought for a moment. Magpiepaw seemed to be excellently cut lengthwise (with color. nobody took a giant knife and cut Magpiepaw in half, thankfully). "You shall be called..... 'I have Two Sides, angre, and Funneh''!"
saeg is gud at naems.
Will- Sage, bowed. Why? Because CLEARLY, I have Two Sides, angre and Funneh' was- wait, why was she bowing? She wasn't, what? Royalty? I have Two Sides, angre and Funneh' was just an apprentice! 'But she said she's, like, the greatest and most amazing apprentice and cat in the world!'
If only Markiplier were here... he'd know what to do.......
[ @Marigoldwhisper - Magpiepaw! ]
[ motivation is back nyehehe >:3 I don't actually watch markiplier but shhhhhhhh you heard NOTHING! /silly ]
Magpiepaw
She, Her\Apprentice\10 moons\Shadowclan
"Why pick them when I can do it so much better?"
She had no idea what was up with this cat. "Ugh, don't you know dead cats don't talk after they die? At least just twitch sporadically, that'd be a MUCH better fit!" She shook the last bits of dust from her fur revealing the odd colors than strung along her pelt. It seemed the Willowpaw blanked for a moment. Scratch that, a really LONG AND BORING moment. Gee, maybe there was a reason Sage didn't have many friends.
Then she started to speak again, what joy! Oh, a nickname. Magpiepaw perked up, her caramel brown eyes widening just a smidge as she waited somewhat patiently for whatever name Willowpaw would deem her worthy of. There was a lot of weight in names, they were practically first impressions, so whenever she got her full name, her warrior name, she wanted it to be intimidating and scary. If a warrior was fighting her in battle and she figured out their name was Bunnyfluff, Magpiepaw would be too busy laughing to take that nut job seriously.
It had been decided. Her nickname. Magpiepaw tried to ignore the excitement welling up in her paws. Stop that, bad, bad! And the result was...!
Wow. That was beyond disappointing.
Magpiepaw flattened her ears against her head in frustration then watched with bubbling amusement as Willowpaw full on BOWED. I mean, Magpiepaw was certainly worthy of it, especially after the silly name Sage gave her. Like, come on! She could've picked ANYTHING. But noooooo... Let's just freak Magpiepaw out until she dies from utter bewilderment! Funny right? Ahem... Right? WRONG.
"Yeah, I'm definitely drowning you in the nearest river." Magpiepaw said, her voice strangely monotone. "What. Kind. Of. Name. Is. THAT? WHAT THE HECK IS A 'FUNNEH!?'"
(this was legit so fun to write. Willowpaw, never change :3)
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 39 moons Beefed Up T1 - Just A Scratch The Dancing Bird
CW: Blood
Fast, faster. He was going to strike him down. But a blur of movement flashed and Hawkbite was gone from his line of sight. No. No! He couldn’t stop, his bulking frame made it impossible to do so at the speed he had hurled himself blindly. The dark bark approached too soon as his nose, paws and head smashed into it. Owlthroat’s blackened nose erupted in a flow of scarlet red, dribbling down his white maw turning everything into multicolour. Yellow eyes quickly blurred with involuntary tears from the sting, he’d felt worse but the shock was what took him aback.
His head swinging this way and that trying to pinpoint through clouded vision. Then Hawkbite was on him with a thud. Squarely on his shoulders, the tom’s legs bowed underneath him. Owlthroat braced trying to hold them, but he couldn’t see. After what felt like an eternity they buckled. Tipping his weight to his side before he collapsed into the dirt sending up a flurry of dust.
This wasn’t going at all like he had planned; he'd destroyed a perfect opportunity to continue his winning momentum in the blink of an eye. Stunning and exposing himself in the very same breath. Poor decision. He’d gotten confident, gone for something far too obvious and he had paid the price in thick sticky blood.
An ego for the ages and a collapsed mess, Owlthroat could practically feel the humiliation seethe through his body at what he had done. Hisses bristling his lips.
Instinct moved his paws quickly in to protect his underbelly, was it too late?
Re: ShadowClan Clearing
"I-I mean li-like, o-ok? I g-guess?" Sage said confusedly. "Bu-But in m-my opini- oh, uhm, oh right." Hmmm. If she was going to be called Sage, then Magpiepaw also needed a nickname! Nickname buddies! "You can be called...." She thought for a moment. Magpiepaw seemed to be excellently cut lengthwise (with color. nobody took a giant knife and cut Magpiepaw in half, thankfully). "You shall be called..... 'I have Two Sides, angre, and Funneh''!" 
