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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
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Okay, he was probably overthinking his moves too much. As he landed on his paws, he listened to Owlthroat with perked ears. He ave a single nod accompanied by a flick of an ear. Alright. Move faster. He could do it. It was fairly easy. He wasn't the fastest apprentice, but he wasn't slow like a certan someone.
Though, he flinched sharply when mud flew at his vision, limiting it. Though as brief it was, he caught sight of Owlthroat leaping at him, and now, without thinking, he launched himself at the warrior, claws instantly going for his flank and teeth aimed to slightly nip his shoulder.
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"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.
Wolfclaw sighed as he turned his gaze back to the she-cat. "I wouldn't be so hasty with you if you hadn't even asked if my sister was stupid." He said with a soft growled, before turning his gaze away. The wolf like tom hated conflict and he tried to hard to stay away from it when he joined Shadowclan.
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TW : Maggots in Food, Gagging, Vomit
Hunger clawed at him… yeah, some food sounded good right now. He padded up to the pile, and grabbed one of many squirrels, carrying it over to a corner and taking a bite…one chew…two…three…swallow. One…two…three…freeze. Something was off about it…it a weird, rubbery texture…something wiggling. Wiggling…the HELL? He whipped to the side and quickly spit out the prey…maggots…and the squirrel looked as if it had gone bad. His stomach curled and churned, his gag reflex went off as he tried to throw up what he already swallowed. Tears picked his wide eyes. Disgusting. DISGUSTING!That didn’t even start to describe this…he felt seriously, truly ill. He was going to vomit. He grabbed the squirrel scruff and threw it aside into overgrowth, all his angry energy going into getting rid of the sickening sight. His claws dug in the ground as he curled over and vomit poured from his gaping jaws, his ears pinned and tears filling his gaze. He hated this…once was done he still felt sick and weak…the sight of food…yuck…he scrambled backwards quickly…embarrassed…that he was.
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]
Silentpaw wouldn't dare step into the Apprentices' Den. It was full of apprentices with so much potential. A painful reminder of what he couldn't be for Foggymask. So instead, he spent his time outside of the warmth of the den, not caring how the biting cold gnawed at him, and his body screamed at him to seek warmth. Anywhere. But he didn't listen to it. He had much better things to do. He curled in tighter around himself, burying his muzzle in his fur, a feeble attempt in trying to comfort himself. And feeble indeed, it was. Nothing he did could spare him from the horrible flashbacks to when he'd heard the announcement, how disgusted Dawnstar had sounded. Vivid imagery of his father dying by the claws of a higher ranking cat. His skin being torn apart. His ears falling deaf without ever being able to hear three precious words from his son.
Silentpaw regretted it.
Tears pricked his eyes as the apprentice shut them tightly, trying his best to even out his breath. Not now. Not here. He couldn't look so pathetic, sulking over a warrior that died as a disgrace to the Clan. He couldn't imagine. Foggymask had been such a respected warrior of ShadowClan, and now... He was no more than a stone at the bottom of a river. But it still hurt. It hurt him that his father had to die a painful and disgraceful death, as much as he hated imagining it. He wanted these thoughts to just get the hell out of his head. His desperately clawed at the ground below, tears threatening to fall over again.
Why? Why why why?
He shouldn't feel so defeated. There was nothing he could have done. Foggymask died a traitor. Silentpaw would be frowned upon on for supporting Foggymask, despite the fact he was their father. And he hated it. He hated it more than anything. He didn't know what to do. The whole world felt like it was tilting and twisting, like it was trying to throw Silentpaw off. Almost like it wanted him to give up.
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It was a normal day for Salmonshade. Cold nipped at her fur, ruffling it and making her shiver. It was getting much colder. She hoped they had enough supplies to last them this leaf-bare. She looked all around. She needed to socialize other than chatting with her sister, Cherrywood. But there was nothing to do! She had heard from DawnStar of the cat that got excucuted. Her eyes scanned the clearing while her heart and brain were full of thoughts. Did Foggymask have family? Someone he left behind here? Maybe. Her gaze softly landed on a cat. They looked apprentice age. Salmonshade slowly picked herself up and walked over. She just sat by them for a moment and then decided to speak. "Hey. You alright hon?" They didn't look so good. Was it the cold? Something else? @Star
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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 | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]
Silentpaw wouldn't dare step into the Apprentices' Den. It was full of apprentices with so much potential. A painful reminder of what he couldn't be for Foggymask. So instead, he spent his time outside of the warmth of the den, not caring how the biting cold gnawed at him, and his body screamed at him to seek warmth. Anywhere. But he didn't listen to it. He had much better things to do. He curled in tighter around himself, burying his muzzle in his fur, a feeble attempt in trying to comfort himself. And feeble indeed, it was. Nothing he did could spare him from the horrible flashbacks to when he'd heard the announcement, how disgusted Dawnstar had sounded. Vivid imagery of his father dying by the claws of a higher ranking cat. His skin being torn apart. His ears falling deaf without ever being able to hear three precious words from his son.
Silentpaw regretted it.
Tears pricked his eyes as the apprentice shut them tightly, trying his best to even out his breath. Not now. Not here. He couldn't look so pathetic, sulking over a warrior that died as a disgrace to the Clan. He couldn't imagine. Foggymask had been such a respected warrior of ShadowClan, and now... He was no more than a stone at the bottom of a river. But it still hurt. It hurt him that his father had to die a painful and disgraceful death, as much as he hated imagining it. He wanted these thoughts to just get the hell out of his head. His desperately clawed at the ground below, tears threatening to fall over again.
Why? Why why why?
He shouldn't feel so defeated. There was nothing he could have done. Foggymask died a traitor. Silentpaw would be frowned upon on for supporting Foggymask, despite the fact he was their father. And he hated it. He hated it more than anything. He didn't know what to do. The whole world felt like it was tilting and twisting, like it was trying to throw Silentpaw off. Almost like it wanted him to give up.
Violetpaw was standing in the center of the clearing, peering around the camp. She had just eaten, and now she was bored. After a moment of looking around camp, her eyes landed on Silentpaw. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her fellow apprentice. He.... looked like he was having a rough time. Her head tipped to the side as she debated going over, on one paw her clanmate was having a rough time, on the other paw, maybe he wanted to be left alone?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and began to pad over. If he wanted to be left alone, he would tell her. "Silentpaw?" She asked softly as she approached him. "Are you okay?"
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