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DOVEKIT
{ he/they | 2 moons } THE COLLECTER - ACTIVE
EVERY STEP I TAKE IS A MISTAKE....WHY CANT I JUST BE PERFECT?
ׂ╰┈➤The young kit buried into the warrior's fur, still frightened by the story, they calmed down a little, their mind didnt want to, he visioned the story in his mind, the brutal killings of the kits. He covered his ears with his paws and shook his head once again, he just hoped the warrior didnt notice his scared actions. "Yeah im alright, are you?" he said in a gentle but scared tone to the warrior he was buried into. "Gutspaw made the story so scary, im only 2 moons!" he wished hawkbite would be the one he could open up to, and actually be able to trust someone.
The Commander would wrap his paw around the small kitten and hold him a tad closer in his fur. "It's just a story, though. I promise," Hawkbite spoke, glancing upwards at Gutspaw to see if it were going to continue on with another story or open it up to anyone else. "Two moons, though?! That's crazy! You'll be an apprentice so soon!" Hawkbite mused, trying to lighten the subject, trying to distract him from the story.
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DOVEKIT
{ he/they | 2 moons } THE COLLECTER - ACTIVE
EVERY STEP I TAKE IS A MISTAKE....WHY CANT I JUST BE PERFECT?
★ LIFE ISNT FAIR FOR ME ★
ׂ╰┈➤cream paws touched him, giving him a comforting feel, like the parent he never had, he purred slightly, trying to say that he liked it. His blue eyes shined with excitement at the sound of the word apprentice. He looked up at hawkbite. "And your going to mentor me!" he said with a hopeful look on his tiny little face, he curled up into a ball, rubbing his head with his paws.
Then he felt it. Another episode coming. And this time. He couldnt stop it.
YOU WILL NEVER BE AN APPRENTICE YOU KNOW THAT! NO ONE BELEIVES IN YOU DUMB ASS! WHATEVER THEY SAY TO YOU IS ALL LIES LIES LIES LIES! DONT BELEIVE IT KID. DONT GET YOUR DAMN HOPES UP. The voice boomed in his head, he tried to make it go away but there was no hope in stopping it by now. He didnt show his discomfort to hawkbite though. The voices always told him to keep it a secret. Their little secret.
He rubbed his face with his paws and let a little grin light up on his tiny face and he looked back at hawkbite. He grinned happily at him. "I'm going to be the best warrior if your my mentor! I will be better than dawniestar!" he said dawnstar's name wrong, but it was because he was very excited!
Nightpaw had hesitated going to an event that he thought was for kits, it was a fellow apprentice telling scary stories for kits. As much as it interested him, it was for kits. So he hung around nearby, pretending he wasn't listening when in fact he was. And the story was good, that's what convinced him to come over and sit down. A nice bit of horror stories, perfect entertainment!
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ⵌ ➜ #GUTSPAW ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // fifteen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
It let go of the talking stick. Gutspaw's gaze flickered towards Doeflame. Really, it could've gotten more descriptive but its mouth was getting dry and it still had two stories to go. Furthermore, teeth couldn't quite tell if this was genuine or a goading question. Either way, it shrugged its shoulders. "Would've had fake blood if it didn't make a mess, " maybe next time with a bit more planning. Teeth's ears peaked up at the sound of a shaking kit voice.
huh. It was trying to instigate fear in the little devils but hadn't thought it was seriously THAT scary - at least not enough to cause such a reaction. It was far different listening to a completely pretend story then seeing the real deal. Honestly, skill issue if they were already faltering.
The apprentice would wait a few more moments, mainly to catch its breath and allow the story to settle inside the onlookers head. It was simple, something to dip their paws in. Every scary story session needed something similar. It was a given.
Gutspaw placed two paws on the stick, and the second story begun. "In the distant past, there was a group of apprentices. The others don't really matter, they were just some insecure idiots who decided to follow the loudest and most insecure apprentice of all - Duskpaw! See, she was raised by a bunch of hardasses. Had real high expectations, like they were life or death, y'know? Even if she happened to fulfil them, she rarely got recognized for it. Soo, all her emotions were repressed. At least around her parents. 'Course, what not many warriors realized is that to release a little bit of steam and feel better about herself Duskpaw and her goons looved to terrorize other apprentices, " It started off, leaning back as it started to set up the story. The names were just about random.
"But see, there was a specific apprentice she really liked to target - Moonpaw. They weren't particularly remarkable, struggling in a few areas - average in others. Despite this, their parents were always very supportive. They were everything Duskpaw wanted. So, Moonpaw always got the brunt of it. Never anything too extreme, stuff that could float under the radar. The more obvious bits usually got 'em threatened into silence. It's on one day where alll the apprentices are going hunting - Moonpaw accidentally reveals their biggest fear." Dramatic pause for effect.
"Centipedes, " Gutspaw hissed in a low voice, leaning closer to the crowd.
trigger warning : this story contains bug-themed body horror, vomiting, and apprentice death. please do not read if you have trypophobia or entomophobia. a less descriptive summary will be at the end
"Duskpaw is always looking for something to use against another and this fulfilled about everything she could ever want. So, she sneaks out with her friends and they work together to collect a good amount of 'em. Its around this time about everyone is asleep - the sky was pitch black, clouds covering the moonshine. The only light was stars. Carefully and quietly, they snuck into the apprentice's den and planted centipedes in Moonpaw's nest while they slept soundly. Safe to say they woke up screaming and ended up a handful of frustrated apprentices."
"Duskpaw takes relish in this. A successful mission always brightens up her day. Maybe that's why she didn't think too much on her actions when a week later she found herself hunched over hacking up a fly. The damn thing was still somehow wiggling, but with damaged wings it would succumb. Disgusting, yeah, but easy to brush off as accidentally swallowing it. 'Course, that excuse started to wear out even on herself as it became a frequent occurrence. The bugs were small at first. Usually one. Maybe two. A fly, an ant, " the grin of a devious storyteller had appearance once more. It was unfortunately a bit hard to do sound effects this time around.
"The medicine cats couldn't do much about it. Strange, and she started to think Moonpaw was perhaps the cause. So, her harassment worsened. And then Duskpaw's state worsened. Her parents started to nag her, she started to fall behind in her training. The bugs became larger, multitudes. And they weren't dead, damaged - maybe, but they squirmed and twisted inside her throat. The worse were the ones that did not need her to start hacking. The ones that had enough legs to exit themselves. Can you imagine? Eight, fuzzy legs sinking into the inside of your throat - pulling itself up and up. The uncomfortable burn as you sputter and choke, unable to breath until it manages to escape?" Having a spider in one's throat seemed like a Dark Forest punishment.
"Again, even the other medicine cats from differing clans could not help Duskpaw's ailment. It started ,,, to fester inside her. She knew they crawled around in her insides. They needed to get out. Yet there started to become limited room. Limited time. The ones that could gnaw sought ... different .. avenues. She didn't notice the holes at first. They didn't hurt, not exactly. Perhaps less about the pain existing and more about the disconnection Duskpaw felt with her own body grow day by day. As it started to become less hers, less recognizable. To watch something ,, foreign wiggle and slither in and out of your body - to lose that control. That autonomy. "
"Those around her watched her state begin to decline. Friends distancing, schemes slowly stilling as her life became more and more consumed by one simple fact. She was a walking corpse; a hive, a home. Nothing more. Her identity was stripped. She did not know who she was without fulfilling expectations. The moment Duskpaw realized this - finally, finally bloody understood. External influences had always controlled her. Even when she thought she was regaining her autonomy by lashing out - it was still only a reaction instead of action. The only difference is now she had internal influences. " See, the difference between Gutspaw's fondness of leaving unpleasant nest gifts was at least its was only well-deserved. Someone had to deliver karma around here.
"... the acceptance bought a buzzing. a constant buzzing that rung in her ears. a reminder she was never truly alone. There was never silence anymore. Duskpaw could bite, gnaw, itch at her fur and slam her head into walls as many times as she wanted but the Hive had claimed her. She was their Queen, their host. It was on her last day she understood her purpose. Accepted what was to come, " Gutspaw made a low, bzzzz-ing noise with closed lips.
"Holes littered her body now. Not completely, but not one limb was without. Knowing the time was near, Duskpaw invited her friends out for a walk. They reluctantly accepted, sneaking out with her out into the territory. They walked for what seemed to be a long time, trying to ignore the worms and ants and centipedes and bees that crawled around. How she breathed and talked was an unanswered question. Then again, a silence stretched amongst them as they got further and further."
"..and then they heard it. the Buzzing. It grew louder and louder until they step out into a clearing where a single tree stood. A nest hung lowly from it, wasps swarming about hungrily. Her friends tried to turn back, talk with her - anything to stop her from approaching. They couldn't leave her - even after all this time. It would be their undoing as Duskpaw launched herself at the nest, crashing it to the ground. There was a beat of silence before it erupted into a loud, screaming buzz. The wasps swarmed the apprentices - and their fate was sealed. "
Gutspaw finally leaned back, tail wagging gently. "A patrol found the group. Every single inch of their body was covered with honey-comb holes. They loss their identity, unable to tell from afar and certainly not wishing to approach the moderate hum. Of course, they needed to dispose of them. A sickness, they reckoned - desperate to apply some type of logic to this bizarre situation. One of 'em got the smart idea to steal some fire from Twolegs. Though, they didn't expect for the apprentices to start screaming as the fire consumed their bodies. It lasted, far, far too long. Yet, they had to supervise. To watch it all lest the fire get out of control. "
[ duskpaw uses moonpaw's fear of centipedes against them and stuffs a few of 'em in their nest with her friends. then she starts coughing up bugs which progressively gets worse until they start to chew through her body to get out. once she accepts her fate as a hive she lures her friends to a wasp's nest, breaks it and lets them consume her and her friends. a patrol finds them and burns them to dispose of their bodies. ]
Gutspaw lets go of the talking stick, deciding to lay down on its nest instead of sit. Second story completed. One more to go.
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(I couldn't read the story because I have Trpyophobia and entomophboia. But much love bc I peaked and IT'S LONG. Lol)
Meadowwhisper and Fallenmoon watched, Meadowwhisper translating for Fallenmoon
Mothclouds was in the nursery but she heard the story
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Doeflame
Fake blood? For a moment, Doeflame wondered what it would use for it. Red berry juice, maybe? Blood from a piece of prey? Or it could slice open an elder. They wouldn't be missed, and Gutspaw could tell them it was real cat blood and further heighten the spooky mood. The elder's body could be used as a prop, too. But that would probably traumatise the kits, and no-one wanted that. The high ranks and Enforcers wouldn't be too happy about it, either.
Anyway, enough about blood and killing elders. It was time for the next story. This one was about a group of insecure idiots led by a bigger insecure idiot. The leader of the idiots had horrible parents that had way-too-high expectations of her (if they were her parents she would probably fall short of them so much that she would be disowned) and because of it her emotions were repressed. So Duskpaw took out her frustrations on other apprentices.
Her main target was poor Moonpaw, who was struggling in some areas of her training. But it wasn't her difficulties that was causing the bullying; it was that she had supportive parents. So she was getting the brunt of it because Duskpaw was jealous. Well, Doeflame couldn't blame her; she would be jealous too.
Then one day Moonpaw accidentally revealed her biggest fear, centipedes, and unsurprisingly got them in her nest. Well, it was kind of her fault for letting that slip. Though Doeflame probably would have too if she was Moonpaw; she was too chatty for her own good. Anyway, a week later, Duskpaw hacked up a fly. And from then on she kept hacking up bugs. She started to think Moonpaw was responsible, and Doeflame agreed. It was definitly the apprentice she had bullied taking revenge. Good for her- for Moonpaw, obviously, not Duskpaw.
But then more and more bugs appeared, festering inside Duskpaw. They crawled in and out of her through holes; something Doeflame couldn't visualise well, having never heard of anything of the sort. She decided to think of them like the marks from bites.
Her friends ditched her, and then Duskpaw realised she was just a walking corpse. Ooh, character development. On her last day, she brought her friends out for a walk and approached a wasp nest. For some reason, her friends wouldn't leave her, even when it became clear she wasn't going to turn back. Maybe they had felt guilty for abandoning her. Anyway, Duskpaw launched herself at the wasp nest and the wasps swarmed them. A patrol found their bodies and stole fire from the twolegs (how on earth had they done that?) and burned them. Apparently they weren't dead yet because they started screaming, and it took a while for them to finally pass on.
Well... it was a good story. A descriptive one. Doeflame didn't like it as much as the first one though. Maybe the bug thing had unsettled her more than she would ever admit. No, it was fine. Doeflame didn't get scared, not by bugs of all things. She just preferred neck-snapping as a form of death. Yep, that was it. No-one's neck got snapped in this one. That was definitely the problem.
gutspaws story well...honestly what did rookfire even expect from a cat named gutspaw. it was pretty clear and in the open if he thought about it for more than a second. however, it was a bit of a surprise the usually rather quiet and reserved apprentice appeared to have a gift for storytelling and keeping cats attention, spinning a well paced and tonally nice story. rook surely did not know much about artistry, especially not of the spoken kind, preferring action over words in every way possible, but even a fool could recognise talent upon hearing it. the enforcer kept quiet, silently shifting once in a while, restlessness running deep through his being and settling in tired bones. got pretty gory pretty quick, he didnt mind, only partially considering the fact that there were kits listening to it. it wasnt really his job tho was it? there were queens to handle kits? surely. eyes drifted, oh magpiepaw had found her way to the gathering as well, multiple cats he didnt know hmmm. the enforcer was halfway through shaking out his pelt when gutspaw shrugged and revealed teeth had thought about using fake blood and he paused his movement to bark a laugh. fake blood, quite the thing.
second story (wow gutspaw was feeling talkative), was a bit more 'scary' in his opinion, not because of gore and blood but because the centipedes made him feel like there were bugs crawling all over, winding through deep grey pelt and crawling up his throat. it reminded him of goldfishs pregnancy, the disgusting twist and turns of kits beneath flesh, maggots eating through dead flesh, white and thick. so full they should be bursting, kits pushing against stretching skin, sinking tiny teeth into guts and pulling the life from their mother. he shuddered. loss of control, the twist of limbs from the inside, the dull eyes of a cat long dead, staring back at you. seeing the life drain out of a cat was joyous to the enforcer, the very height of the thrill of battle, but imagining a clanmate turn into well, death incarnate, wandering amongst the living with not a single unique thought, with not a single thought at all, it filled him with dread. existential dread? what if it was him. what if this was nothing more than a twisted metaphor for what riverclan wouldve turned him into, a dead man walking. no more than the ones influencing his every move.
story seemingly complete, rookfire tapped the ground with his paw a few times in the best replication a cat could do of clapping/cheering without using their voice.
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MOTHKIT
★HE/THEY | 3 MOONS★ TW - THIS CONTAINS PANIC ATTACKS, BLOOD AND GORE - TW
The brown, speckled kit jumped up from it's listening spot by a big oak tree and ran over, knocking into gutspaw in the moment. The kit, huffing and puffing then sat right infront of gutspaw, with a little booty wag, attemping a tail wag, they couldnt stop themselves from speaking "GUTSPAW GUTSPAW GUTSPAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have a story!!!!!!!!!!!!" the kit yelled as loud as they could, then they turned to face the crowd of cats gathered around. "My story will be so cool!!! Lemme tell it!"
"AHEMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Once some little kits wondered out of the nursery, it was pitch black, none of the clan sturred accept them. They had the GREAT idea of going to explore the woods.
The kits names were gutskit, beekit, and poopykit! -not very creative :>- Poopykit insisted that they stop by a tree that they were told was haunted, the elders always told them stories but they thought they were fakey! So gutskit and beekit along with poopykit leading went to the big old oak tree that looked like the one the elders were talking about. Poopykit went up to the tree to hit it, only for a hawk to come down and snatch beekit. Gutskit screamed in terror. Screeching like a baby and started breathing hard, having a panic attack, they then ran and poopykit followed, they saw drips of blood, they followed it and it lead back to the big oak tree where the CORPSE of beekit was. Gutskit ran along with poopykit as a black figure came and slashed gutskit by the throat, cutting deep into the skin to make gutskit's head fall off and bounce on the ground. A puddle of blood formed from the head of gutskit and the body. Then poopykit ran back to camp and went snook mi mi mi mi just to be found dead in the nursery in the morning."
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ⵌ ➜ #GUTSPAW ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // fifteen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
sorry guts is beefing with a child it is just biased
The apprentice did its best to hide the pleased look as its icy blue eyes scanned the crowd to see grimacing faces. Huh! Turns out bugs were more freaky than decapitation, the more you knew. Two out of three stories so far seemed to garner decent reactions. Technically, if this last one absolutely sucked it still won the game of storytelling.
Gutspaw flashed a grin at Rookfire's tapping, giving a humble nod. Before it could jump into its third and final story, Mothkit stole the light. Teeth blinked rapidly at the high-pitched screaming that was just utterly grating to bite's ears. Keen to make the damn thing shush (and taking a breather), the apprentice picked up the talking stick and tossed it in their direction.
Typically, it could hide its expression perfectly well. A gift, even. Stoic was its damn middle name, alright. This time, that did not occur. As the story progressed Gutspaw's face grew into more and more of a deep, deep grimace. As if it was waiting for its to finish so it could punt it into the moon.
First OFF, what were those NAMES?? If anything, this was clearly a veiled threat. Also, portraying it as a baby who falls apart in the face of danger? SOO not cool. Clear evidence a kit uprising was perfectly possible.
Secondly, this damn kit was PLAGIARIZING teeth!! In it's own event!!!!!!!! IN FRONT OF BITE!! Literally, it was just its first story retold but changed just slightly off to the side. At least Poopykit's death was somewhat original.
Ugh, Gutspaw jumped to its paws the moment Mothkit finished and quickly snatched the talking stick away. No more, thanks!
".... Coooool, " it finally said in a deadpan, dragged out voice. "Anywayy! Final story, let's get into it folks."
"I was once told a secret by an elder that y'know, older generations try to hide the fact that there was once a fifth clan. PoisonClan, " okay, somewhat of a lie. It wasn't trying to tell history here, though it had been inspired by a passing comment by an elder. Somethin' about their grandparent having talking about a fifth clan. Seemed like a good basis for a spook story. Gutspaw couldn't quite remember what it was called, though.
"Loong story, but we're more focused on just one cat. Moonwatcher. See, they had always been a decent warrior. In fact, this clan's specialty - and you're never going to guess it, " Gutspaw deadpanned, "wasss poison 'n they was damn good at it! See, none of the other clans really liked PoisonClan. Didn't trust 'em so, the tension was always high. However, by accident on a solo patrol Moonwatcher met this ShadowClanner. His name was uhh, ....... Deathkiss, " it sounded cool, alright?
"The two of them end up having a lot in common, and figured well, whaat is the worse that could happen if they just .. kept their budding friendship a secret? Which is what they did. Moonwatcher would sneak out in the depth of the night to chat it up with Mr. Death. Maybe they mixed up the butterfly feeling of doin' somethin' dumb with love, because it wasn't too long as the moons passed that they end up confessing to the guy! Like what the hell, you're gonna throw your loyalties out for - " The black tabby made dramatic gagging noises, "LOVE???"
"Stupid move, obviously. Both of them don't want to leave their clans, but they're determined to make it work. They figured they could still be loyal, good warriors and not let their feelings for each other get in a way. That lasted a decent amount of time until Moonwatcher was tested. See, PoisonClan wanted to get back at ShadowClan for a border skirmish by poisoning their water supply. A really dirty move. Now, Moony fearing their beloved mate was gonna wind up dead decided to warn Deathkiss. He told his clan, of course. It gave ShadowClan just enough time to strike first. See, this was the final straw. Alll four of the clans came together. "
"Deathkiss returned back to Moonwatcher, both not wishing to have any part in the battle. 'Course, once the screaming started that cemented them staying back. They didn't know whose screaming was what or if they had made the right choice. They stood, and they stood like a traitor on the sidelines. By the time the moon was high in the sky, the screaming had finally ceased. Deathkiss left to rejoin his clan, leaving Moonwatcher to the aftermath, " Gutspaw voice's dipped low, leaning slightly forward.
"The fog made it difficult to see where they walked but they did not need sight when scent alone was enough. A metallic tang so strong it made their eyes water. As black paws stepped into the entrance, they stepped into something sticky - wet and cold. It clung to their fur, and under closer inspection it was a deep, crimson red. There was not a sound within that camp. They walked, and they walked through the fog. Paws bumping against lump of flesh. Missing fur and skin thrown across the floor. Every single part of their home was littered with multitailed bodies. Even the dens were not safe from blood splatter. The nursery, the medicine den — it was collapsed in on itself. They had never even had a chance. It was a massacre. "
"These were cats they knew. Family, and friends - passing acquaintances. Cats Moonwatcher had once loved, had fought for. And now here they stood - the sole survivor of PoisonClan. Faced with the consequences of their actions, the amount of suffering caused that could never be undone. Aall because they got too prideful thinkin' their own actions wouldn't catch up to 'em, " Gutspaw leaned back, letting out a yawn and rolling the talking stick away.
It abruptly rose to its paws, stretching its limbs. "Aaandd that's it from me, my damn throat is KILLING me. Really, should've brought some water-soaked moss or somethin' before all of this. If one of y'all want to tell some stories of your own, feel free or go back to whatever y'all were doing. Gutspaww out, " It meowed promptly, its social interaction bar having overxeceded a bit ago. Too much being perceived. No more please.
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