ShadowClan Clearing

[nyme]

I WILL BE MARRIED TO SILENCE

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SWANTOOTH . 17 MOONS . SHE/HER . SHADOWCLAN
AGATHA KITTY + MIND READER

"I'll try to have less fun around you." She assures him blandly, choosing some spot on the distance to focus on to escape his eye contact. No thanks. A very large part of her would be perfectly content to wander off, now, and return to the fog—but something, spite or boredom or whatever, has her mired here. "I don't think you know what you're talking about," Swantooth continues, low and matter-of-fact. And then, as a gesture of goodwill, "but that is okay."

Who doesn't get along with cats? Certainly not Swantooth! Behold her diplomatic prowess. This is all so pointless, but she'll allow herself a prideful glow. A little treat.

She doesn't know to answer the following question because she doesn't entirely know the answer for herself. It's easy enough to cobble together a reply, though. "You didn't answer my first question. You have plenty of time to do that, still." Swantooth doesn't really care what the answer is, but she will pretend to now. She'd cared enough to ask it in the first place, after all—not that she really understands why. It's just one of those days.

"Clanmates take care of one another and get along with one another," she parrots dryly, "shouldn't that mean you ought to know my name?"

@Splitmoon ; WOLFCLAW

[Splitmoon]

Wolfclaw still continued to glare at her as she continued to talk. boy was she annoying thought Wolfclaw. She kinda reminded him of someone, someone he hated...but used to care for. Blinking, he looked away from her. "Why do you want to know?" his gaze looked at the cats near the fresh kill pile. "The forest is always dangerous didn't your parents teach you that." He said sternly. "Just because I say that, doesn't mean I want to know your name." He said turning his gaze back to Sawntooth. "I rather know every cat in this clan besides you."

The wolf like tom sighed and looked away from her again, his gaze moved around the clearing for Blacklily, after a moment he found her sitting over in the far side of the clearing. He was a Shadowclan now, and so was Blacklily. They have been for many moons now but every now and then some cat would remind him of the two cats he left back in Thunderclan and then the more he thought about it the more he thought of the betrayal. "Do you always bug cats like this? Always putting your nose in other cats business?" he said without looking at her.

@nyme - Swantooth

[nyme]

I WILL BE MARRIED TO SILENCE

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SWANTOOTH . 17 MOONS . SHE/HER . SHADOWCLAN
AGATHA KITTY + MIND READER

"I don't want to know. But, I asked, so it's appropriate for you to answer." Whatever that's supposed to mean (not wanting to know, but asking anyway?), she doesn't seem interested in elaborating. "Thank you for answering." Her appreciation is wooden, another phony token of manners and good nature. Wolfclaw seems the type to respond better to an approach vastly different than the one she's employing here, but Swantooth doesn't see the point in changing tack now. Feigned pleasantries will have to suffice. Maybe some other time that she decides to be real again, if he happens to be the unlucky victim of that. Maybe.

Every cat in this clan besides you. Her ear twitches and there's that wonky amusement again. She doesn't know what her own face looks like, has no idea about the crooked grin. "This isn't bugging. It's a conversation between clanmates...you aren't doing a very good job of taking care of me. Not to mention getting along." Swantooth won't be dropping that line about what clanmates are to each other any time soon.

"What should I do differently?" She asks. She has no intention of acting on his advice, whatever it may turn out to be, but her curiosity is genuine.

@Splitmoon ; WOLFCLAW

[seeingstars]

Coyotepaw ♠ He / They ♠ Shadowclan apprentice ♠ 11+ Moons

Coyotepaw was so close to being a warrior, he could practically TASTE it at this point. He sucked a deep breath in past through his teeth. Being an apprentice was starting to get too boring for his taste, but he didn't dare sneak out all that often, too risky, especially with the leader's, deputy's and the enforcers' ever watching eyes on the clan at all times.

The brown-based rosette tabby stretched as he rose from his center of the camp sunning spot, he curiously peered around the camp. Even with the lockdown being semi-lifted, the camp still felt packed and altogether too crowded, much to the apprentice's displeasure.

He couldn't wait until the lockdown was lifted and the warriors could start going out again so the camp would be a little less hectic, at least kits were tolerable, give them a scary enough look and they typically would just leave you alone... most of the time.

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