death note [p]

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

arriving back at camp from the patrol at herondive hollow with his sisters, the rest of the day seems to pass by quicker than usual. and before quillpaw knows it, the sun is sinking. hues of orange and pink melt together, disappearing behind the wall of trees that surround the camp. the inky blackness of the night sky soon takes over, half moon barely visible due to overcast clouds. the clearing is shrouded in near complete darkness, murmurs dying down as his clanmates return to their respective den – soon, it's completely silent, save for the light singing of cicadas and a hoot of an owl far away.

the lithe tom sits up, stretching his limbs before he fully stands. his jaws part in a yawn before he turns and enters the apprentice's den, weaving through the countless nests of his denmate's. he sinks into his own moss nest, curling up and letting his eyes flutter shut. this routine is familiar to him. another night of dreamless sleep before he awakes and continues his training.

or not.

heterochromatic eyes crack open, fixing on a scenery that is definitely not the apprentice's den. gray brows furrow as he quickly stands up, looking around. the surrounding air is cold, yet completely still. there's no occasional breeze, no sounds of nature that he, admittedly, wishes to hear at the moment. disturbing, he thinks with a growing frown. that's the best way to describe the stillness and silence of the area.

[ @SuspiciousMindz ]

[SuspiciousMindz]

[Thrush]
Nightmare Fuel T1

It wasn't often that the feline sought out cats from other clans. He often stuck to ThunderClan and WindClan relations, but there was an energy spiraling from ShadowClan that was brought to his attention. He yearned for another to meld in his paws. Treetiger had been the perfect little student, and he didn't have high hopes of finding another quite like her. However, he could still take advantage of young or corrupt minds. This one just happened to be reaching straight for him.

Creeping out from behind a tree, a small chocolate calico greeted the already larger darker apprentice. "Well, hellloooo there," Thrush would coo outwardly to Quillpaw. His voice dripped like honey, a false persona in an attempt to lure the apprentice closer. His blue eyes sparkled, hiding the malicious intensions of this meeting. "You're Quillpaw, aren't you? Dawnstar's magnificent grandson."

@furrensic - Quillpaw

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

it seems he isn't alone in his little dream either. a voice that's almost sickeningly sweet makes quillpaw jerk his head in the direction of it, blue-amber gaze landing on a smaller chocolate calico. this is definitely not someone he recognizes, so he doubts it's anyone from shadowclan. the toms voice is warm compared to the cold weather. he lifts a paw, tempted to step forward, but stays where he stands.

he doesn't seem like a threat, quillpaw thinks, eyes narrowed as the calico greets him. still, even if he doesn't seem like a threat.. well, it's always good to be cautious. then again, he's sure this is a dream of some sorts, so he doubts he could get hurt. he's never heard of cats getting hurt or killed in their dreams.

his tail gives a twitch, confusion and surprise flashing across his face - yet it disappears as quickly as it appeared, concealed with a stoic expression. magnificent. the word rings in his mind a few times before his focus is on the fact that somehow this guy knows his name and his relation to grandmother. "..yes." he answers, suspicion more clear in his voice than he would've liked. "how do you know that? and who are you?"

[ @SuspiciousMindz ]

[SuspiciousMindz]

[Thrush]
Nightmare Fuel T1

Thrush lets out a soft chuckle at Quillpaw's cautious, but curious approach to the situation. Good for them, taking a cautious approach. "Call me Thrush. I was once a clan cat, too. I was in WindClan many moons ago and now I just watch over everyone. There are a few cats that pique my interest, some are your siblings, but you're the most interesting of them all," Thrush explained, waving his tail behind him again and cautiously taking a few more steps in Quillpaw's direction. His tone and eyes held that honey-sweet emotion.

"I saw some potential in you, Quillpaw. I wanted to offer some of my knowledge and training to you as an offering," Thrush spoke, stopping when he was a tail length away. He'd sit and wrap his tail over his petite paws. He already had to look upwards at the dark tom, but it didn't bother him.

@furrensic - Quillpaw

[furrensic]

QUILLPAW
he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

windclan? quillpaw repeats internally, skeptically watching the smaller tom approach him. thrush..with the lack of a suffix, he figures the calico must've left the clans. either that, or has abandoned his full name. and somehow – "my siblings? which ones?" thrush not only knows him, and finds him interesting (which, unbeknownst to him, the comment makes his walls come down), but also knows his siblings. finds them interesting, too. which ones can it be? sleepysunrise? maybe quietpaw?

his curiosity is cut short once thrush speaks up once more. the shorter sitting down and looking up at him. potential? when was the last time someone had said that to him, if at all? he wracks his brain trying to remember, but he's more than certain this is the first time he's heard such a thing from someone other than himself. he's not too keen on learning stuff from non-shadowclanners but...

"okay." the words spill out before he has the chance to fully think it through. he's always been hungry for knowledge. he has a feeling that thrush isn't lying either. "what did you want in return? surely you aren't just giving away valuable information for free." he inquires with a cant of his head.

[ @SuspiciousMindz not my best reply, so sorry ;w; ]