ShadowClan Apprentices' Den

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Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’

Shadow Fiend: Inactive
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]

➢ The Hauntress was circling the clearing calmly before entering the Apprentice den. And if she was being honest to themself, they wanted to walk right back out… But someone in here was clearly in need of some sort of comfort. The pelt was a bit familiar, one of the kits of Lostspark and Darkfall, born three moons before Hollowpaw. It didn’t take one with the brain of Starclan to know why Quietpaw was upset. Hollowpaw couldn’t imagine what it was like to have your mother’s death announced on a random chilly afternoon.

The shaky breaths are a hint to how bad it much hurt, but Hollowpaw still couldn’t fully comprehend such a loss. The black and white cat steps closer. Sitting down next to the tattered nest alongside its sobbing inhabitant. “Quietpaw?” Her voice isn’t much above a whisper, having to strain it to offer any sort of verbal acknowledgment of friendliness. “Do you wish to talk about it? We could walk around camp if you need someone to listen…” Her voice trails off, fading into a humming silence. The Hauntress’ face gives a look of sympathy. Yes, she could at least offer that. Even if a walk held little value….

The loss of a loved one would forever hurt, even Hollowpaw couldn’t escape it… But maybe, just maybe! Providing someone else a chance to be heard would slaughter Hollow’s own regrets and open a door once closed…this is what Hawkbite would do, right?

[ @Morrigan ]

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Midnightpaw padded inside the Apprentice Den and went straight over to their nest and plopped down in it. They quickly closed their eyes tired.

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)

Movement. Quietpaw could sense another being settling by her side. Still, she stayed in place, the only motion that came from her was the uneven rise and fall of her flank. Why had she been approached? To be humiliated? Too bad, she already was. "Quietpaw?" they knew her name. Was she that notable? She couldn't remember hearing that voice before...maybe she just didn't care, that sounded like her. No one in particular had ever stood out to her before.. was it ignorance or simply because no cat had caught her attention...she didn't know. She didn't know much, did she?

The voice speaks again, this time offering an ear to listen. To talk. Her nose wrinkled at the word. Talking never got her anywhere. All conversations she'd participated in had left her feeling even more rotten than before. Always left sulking of snarling, most of the time both, in the end. Wasn't chatting supposed to make one's spirits become lifted? Perhaps that was a lie as well..."What good is talking if it only ends in shouting?"she asked flatly, bitterness creasing her features. Quietpaw didn't care what she said now, it didn't matter anyway. Was she always supposed to be burdened by her namesake? How she hoped not.

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