ShadowClan Clearing

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MoonLeaf.he/him. Shadowclan warrior.
He sat in the clearing bored. (Open)

[snowflake.]

 

Originally Posted by Starphobia

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
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Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Always Active]
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Why? WHY?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WHY"???

Silentpaw let out a breath, ears drooping, not even trying to hide his discomfort. Why? What was that supposed to be a question to? He asked her a question, and he expected one back, not another question!
Then it clicked. Shadepaw was trying to end things here and there, wasn't she? She didn't want to talk to him, and this time, he would catch onto it quicker. And so he did. Why did he bother asking if she was okay in the first place?
He hadn't meant it. He had said it in a panic. It wasn't his fault (Or was it?)

"Sorry," he muttered under his breath. Then much more quietly, he added, "That was stupid."

He hesitated, but it didn't take a while for Silentpaw to decide to finally get up from his sitting position.

((Sorry this one's a little short aaaaaaaa))
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Shadepaw
Pure black pelt; dark mackerel markings; amber eyes
She/her || 6 moons || ShadowClan Apprentice
Agatha Kitty - Silver Tongue [T2] - Shadow Fiend
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Again, Silentpaw didn't answer her right away. Though, Shadepaw could now see his discomfort, his drooping ears. That was a surprise, though she refused to show it. She waited. Damn it, If he doesn't respond... Well, what then? She needed to know. She needed to know if he thought she was weak, so she could improve herself, for Clovepool... She wondered why Silentpaw was so uncomfortable, why he asked that question, why... Ugh. There she went again. Why did she even care? It's not like Silentpaw cared. He doesn't. So why am I even still here? She hesitated, on the verge of getting up, though something stopped her. She didn't know what. She remembered how Silentpaw had asked, You okay? as if he did care. Which was ridiculous. Ridiculous. He doesn't care. Does he? What did it matter? Silentpaw didn't matter. Only Clovepool did. She was angry at herself for thinking these thoughts, and angry that she couldn't stop herself, and angry that she didn't know. It felt like she didn't know anything. I'm so confused. As she was hesitating, as all these thoughts roiled inside her, never making it out of her head, never making it to her expression, her body frozen, Silentpaw finally spoke. Her gaze faltered. She didn't know what to say. He's... Sorry? She stared at her paws, fighting her expression to remain neutral, not trusting herself to look at him. Maybe if she just kept staring at her paws then she'd get swallowed up in them, in the inky blackness that was her fur. None of this would exist. She wouldn't exist. And then everything would be okay. But that was impossible. She knew this. And she knew she had a purpose. Though right now, it was hard to remember. She didn't stop him when Silentpaw got up. She just continued staring at her paws.

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