The pale cat in the clearing seemed to have ants in her pelt or they were doomed to be uncomfortable. Either way, it was stinking funny to watch. The apprentice peered from the shadows, a cheeky grin twisting her maw. Haha! What a silly cat. Was something wrong with them? It couldn't of possibly been the cold, their fur was as thick as the trees that surrounded Shadowclan, so that wasn't it. Maybe she was just weird. Yeah, it was probably that.
The two toned tortoiseshell then rose from her lounging spot, her grin a smidge more sinister. Until she figured out what made this cat tick, all she was getting was regular snotty Magpiepaw. After that, she'd adjust her personality accordingly and gain all the love and admiration she deserved.
She walked up to them, finding it hard to recognize their face. But they had pale eyes and fur that would make her nearly impossible to see once they finally got some snow. She blinked at them, before yowling. "Hey! What's up with you and your shimming? Eh?"
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White she-kit with very pale, barely visible rosette spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 7 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Selectively Mute
[3/100]
Purrks:
Well Insulated [Permanently Active] • Mind Reader [Permanently Active]
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… Okay ugh. This was getting frustrating. Icepaw didn’t like how her fur felt on her. She didn’t like how ANYTHING felt at this point. She violently spun and flipped herself, eyes narrowing and a frown growing on her face. Ew ew ew. She was mildly confused before, and now she’s extremely annoyed and uncomfortable. Is this what happened to cats that became apprentices? She should probably actually start sleeping in the nest provided for her in the Apprentices’ Den instead of sleeping outside like she’d done for the pass moon or two.
… And it did not help that a random apprentice decided to announce to the whole Clan that she was arriving. Icepaw lifted her head from her paws and stared at the approaching apprentice, gaze shifting from her left side to her right, and to her left again, and to her right, over and over again, unsure of what part of her to even look at. She looked like she’d been split in half, or rather, taken someone else’s half and attached it to her own body. Icepaw kind of hated herself for even coming up with that theory, but she couldn’t help it. This was one cat, right? And not just some nightmarish villain who skins cats alive and wears their pelt? Well, she sure did seem like the type to…
Icepaw tilted her head at the split cat’s words, which were… Way too loud for her liking. Do some cats not know how to lower their voices??? And what does she mean by shimmying?? Oh. Does she mean her CONSTANT DISCOMFORT???? Ah well, she couldn’t be mad. This villain cat probably doesn’t know that. So she just resorted to staring into her eyes. Oooh. Her eyes were like the colour of… Of…. Dirt. Yeah. Interesting. And errr… Wood. And Dawnstar’s fur. Cool, cool. She could associate many things with this creepy cat’s eyes. She briefly looked down at the apprentice’s paws, then at her own, and back at her dirt-coloured eyes.
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Hillstrider
ShadowClan Warrior
he/him | 25 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes] Purrks: Heightened Perception (Hearing)
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Sun ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Brr, it was getting cold! Hillstrider tucked his big paws further into his warm underbelly. The clearing hummed with activity, all manner of conversations reaching Hillstrider's rounded ears. Words flit in and out of his head without much processing, simply background noise for his relaxing evening.
He sort of hoped Briarsplash might come sit with him, but even with his very obvious search for her--he was trying to be subtle, honest--he couldn't spot her. Oh well, next time. Instead, what he found was much smaller and much more inclined to see him as a jungle gym...
~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 29 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Briarsplash's bristling fur relaxed ever so slightly when Hillstrider just took her comment in stride, as if it was an obvious fact. She raised one of her whisker brows and settled onto her haunches, the fluffy tabby's words now echoing in her head:
'Don't matter where ya come from, my dude, just where you go.'
"...Right," Briarsplash agreed slowly and quietly, brows now furrowed in thought. Her voice was edged with a bit of skepticism and doubt, although she was more intrigued by that statement than she wanted to let on. She'd never really thought of it that way. It was rather odd to hear something sort of philosophical from the free-spirited tomcat.
As he pushed the mouse over to her, Briarsplash accepted it with a curt but polite nod of acknowledgement, taking it without qualm. Her eyes flicked up from the mouse as she ate to peer at Hillstrider while he stretched out on the ground, making those comments about her. She snorted a bit in half-annoyed, half-knowing amusement; if she hadn't picked up on Hill's behaviors by now, she wouldn't wrongly assumed he was being sarcastic. But no, the gleam in those bright yellow eyes told her all she needed to know: he meant that, even if it sounded like something any other ShadowClan cat would say to goad somecat.
Although... she wasn't above someone describing her as 'tough' and 'scary' making her feel good. That was nice — to let anycat know they couldn't just mess with her simply by the vibe she gave off? Hm. A prickle of satisfaction ran down Briar's spine and she huffed, smirking ever so slightly at the ground for a moment, trying to hide it as she tucked into the rest of the mouse.
The Enforcer couldn't help but let her golden-green eyes wander back to Hillstrider as he seemed to be absorbing the sun's warmth, the rays hitting his orange pelt and making it shine like a brand of fire. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, eyes closed and with that rumbly purr that was practically loud enough to make her paw pads pick up on the vibration. She found herself momentarily lost in thought over this simple (but compelling) warrior when his voice suddenly jolted her out of her stupor with a random, enthusiastic question.
Realizing she'd been staring, Briarsplash cleared her throat, letting out a scoff as she averted her gaze to the treetops. "Favorite prey? Hm... guess I never... thought about it too much," she admitted, looking genuinely intrigued for a moment. Having grown up in the harsh rogue life on her own for so long, any prey that she'd managed to catch or eat had been acceptable, and she hadn't thought twice. But, she supposed, some flavors she fancied more than others...
"Mmf... maybe... eh, I'd say I do tend to like birds... maybe thrushes," she mused, whiskers twitching as she surprised herself in answering the rather mundane yet oddly contemplative question. "You?"
[ hehe you're all good ]
Hillstrider
ShadowClan Warrior
he/him | 24 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes] Purrks: Heightened Perception (Hearing)
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Sun ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Briarsplash's small smile wasn't lost in Hillstrider, who beamed wider at it. While she wasn't above feeling good about someone calling her tough and scary, Hillstrider wasn't above being happy at one of his compliments or comments reacted to with a smile.
The sound of Briarsplash digging into the mouse filled Hillstrider's sensitive ears, and he did his best to tune it out. It always felt so rude to listen to someone eat, but sometimes a guy just can't help it. After blurting out his question, Hillstrider had stared at Briarsplash, awaiting an answer. When she finally gave it, he made a cooing noise in approval. "Birds are great. I think I'm a squirrel guy myself, but don't tell anyone that." He flashed her a conspiratorial look. "Someone might think I've turned into a ThunderClan cat." He snorted at the thought, shaking his head. "How do you feel about frogs, though? I can't stand 'em. And my stomach doesn't agree with 'em either. Something about the vibe they bring to the party that is in my stomach is not appreciated." He shook his head gravely, as though he had just learned incredibly disappointing news from a friend. "It's like, if I wanted to eat solid swamp water I'd wait until it freezes!!"
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 42 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
It had been a long day, the edges of the clearing seeped with fog. Owlthroat twitched an ear idly, deftly listening out for any squawks in the nursery’s direction.
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