ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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"...Oh."
Heat rushed to her face and Sleepysunrise glanced down, paws briefly shuffling in place. The WindClan medic had looked right through her question, and the curiosity she felt got replaced by silent embarrassment. It wasn't that she meant harm, but she had noticed most high ranks partaking in idle chatter. She tried to do much the same and fulfil her obligations and expectations as a high rank, not cause trouble with the other ranks. The ranks of the other clans were one thing she didn't deliberately seek chaos within.
Although Sleepysunrise fought to keep her face neutral and cold, her eyes remained glued on the ground. She never was comfortable in the public eye, and gatherings were the worst of it; her ear flicked and she glanced up when Berryshine appeared, offering her a slow slight nod after a long while of staring. It was as if the WindClan medic was avoiding her if she didn't know any better, and Sleepysunrise couldn't help but pout for a moment. What had she done to these cats that wasn't normal clan stuff? She cast the thought aside, remembering his words. She didn't need anyone. No one but him to rely on. No one but herself to trust. No one but her grandmother in her life. She looked up to try and meet her grandmother's gaze after she finished her announcements, curious to find she was helping the bunnies with their twoleg issue.
Meanwhile, Lightningstorm was positively insulting her character. She wasn't quiet! Just... Idle chatter eluded her. It wasn't a skill everyone had had the time to develop in their youth, some cats were busy actually learning stuff. The young medic huffed and wrapped her tail around her paws, now staying quiet out of pure spite against the WindClan medic. She wanted to talk with them.... Sort of. She supposed sharing words with them wouldn't be an entire waste of time. But if they were going to make assumptions then she would too! The WindClan medic probably didn't know left from right and had ears bigger than her brain, while the RiverClan medic must be quieter than a mouse and no stronger than a toad. Hah! How do you like that little critters?
Trodding quietly along beside Berryshine, Sunheart shot the medicine cat a warm glance as Owlstar gave her "stern" words. It was clear she was just worried about the young she-cat. "That's right." He mewed in response, giving Berryshine a playful nudge with his shoulder before breaking off from her as well to take his place on the deputy rock.
Giving a friendly nod to Mistlewhisker and Crowtooth, who seemed to be goofing off with each other, the RiverClan deputy sat with his tail wrapped neatly around his paws. The WindClan and ShadowClan deputies were quite friendly with one another. What would happen if they ever went to war? A frown flickered on his face for the briefest of moments before he flicked the thought away with a twitch of his ear. Gatherings were a time for peace- he would not be the one to ruin it. "Hope prey has become more abdunant for WindClan and ShadowClan as well with this warmer weather." Sunheart mewed with a friendly blink.
He noticed ThunderClan had yet to show up, and it appeared they weren't going to- or, at least, the leaders didn't seem to bat an eyelash at it. WindClan was facing twoleg problems. Interesting. Though friendly with the WindClan deputy as he was welcoming, Sunheart hadn't quite let go of all his past frustrations with the other Clans- particularly them. However, he wasn't cruel enough to make any comment on it. He neglected to shoot a sympathetic glance at Crowtooth for lack of the older deputy needing his pity.
He glanced down at the medicine cats gathered, just checking to make sure Berryshine was alright. That creepy one from ShadowClan was there. He didn't like the way she stared at him last time- like she wanted something from him that he couldn't give. Yeesh. There was also Lightningstorm, the WindClan medicine cat. A nice she-cat, if not a bit too...frivolous, for lack of better term. Perhaps she just liked making the newbies sweat. Anyways...
SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES
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WHITERABBIT . 24 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN
"Silentmutter, ohhhh...Dawnstar really hit it on the head there, huh? Normal prey? Not at that size, you're not, ya liar. Liar-liar, paws on fire. That's fine, I won't blab." Well. She would if she thought she'd actually struck upon something worthwhile, but right now she's just set on teasing this cat because it looks like he's willing to take it. Emboldened by Silentmutter's er, silent, muttering nature, she gets mighty comfortable being a teensy bit of a pest.
All in good fun, of course. For her.
"Figures. The talking thing, I mean. What, are you shy? Or are you just slow? Both are fine, I mean, someone's gotta be those things. Oh! Shushshshsh, Twilightstar's going." She flaps one of those quick paws out, gesturing urgently for his rapt attention as her leader gives the run-down on Windclan happenings, quietly adding in a seething mumble about the twoleg activity that...seems to just amount to a bit of muffled cursing.
"Errrryeah, that's us right now. If you ever want to haul your big behind over the border to try guzzling down those big, ugly twolegs, I'll bet your important-cats and my important-cats could come to a mutual understanding. Very wise idea I've just planted into your head, feel free to let it plague your every waking moment. Th—"
She hadn't been at all interested in shutting up for Dawnstar's announcements in the same way that she'd made a fuss about Twilightstar's, but she makes a token gesture of near-attentiveness by taking a moment to clear her throat as Dawnstar goes off on a grand list of names.
"Lotta cats. I'm shocked there can even be so many considering how many you all must lose simply to keep you all plump and looming. But I guess if you're pulling in outsiders that's, like, an endless supply."
Dawnstar hit him on the head..? What? Silentmutter didn't recall that at all, and rather thought that possibly Whiterabbit had hit her head somewhere. Quite hard. When she called him a liar after he said he ate normal Shadowclan prey, like anyone else, he was... Confused again, to say the least. "I do eat normal prey.." The gigantic Shadowclanner muttered, unsure about what the Windclanner was getting at.
Hm. Shy. Well, he guessed yeah, that probably described him pretty well. Slow? Well, possibly he could be a bit thick, but he wasn't slow! He caught onto things fairly well, and fast enough.. He thought. "You are slow." The cream and brown tabby patched tom whispered grumpily, before remembering what clan she was from and that she probably was twice his speed. "No, not slow. Loud, tiny, and odd." There, that was better. The Shadowclan Warrior could now go back to peace. Wait no, there was more. He sighed.
As the Shadowclanner listened to Twilightstar talk, he was just musing to himself about the Twoleg situation, when Whiterabbit spoke up again. What was it with her and telling him to eat people?? Silent was starting think she was crazy, but didn't say anything. "I cannot eat Twolegs. Too big." He muttered, eyeing her as though she was crazy- which the massive tom-cat did think she was. He was relieved when his leader, Dawnstar, started to speak and the rabbit chaser finally shut up again.
But then she continued. Did she ever give up?? Honestly, Silentmutter's conversation well had long since run dry. "I do not eat cats." He said again, grumpier than before. And of course there were lots of cats! Shadowclan was big, expanding rapidly, and he did not eat his clanmates. Did Whiterabbit not understand the basic concept of clan code or what? All the massive cream tom did though, was flick his tail and stare into space while she talked.
With a smile Honeysuckle's confidence was completely shattered. The spotted tabby tom opened his mouth, before closing it. He repeated this a few times before finally words escaped his mouth
"That's a p-p-pretty name" Oh my STARS Honeysuckle, get yourself together. He hadn't even said anything that should have you acting this way. Why did this tom's smile melt the Shadowclan tom's brain.
An awkward laugh escaped his maw "y-yeah- I guess- Ya never know though, maybe you're just a Shadowclan cat I haven't met or talked to yet" He joked, forcing a smile. Oh my god his entire pelt was burning with embarrassment, he'd never been this awkward before what the hell was even going on. His throat grew dry as he attempted to respond to Peony's last question.
He hadn't even actually noticed the staring, too lost in his own personal spiral. He sucked a breath in through his teeth, attempting to ground himself enough to respond normally.
"Yeah, for sure!" Honeysucklepaw rasped out. Well he certainly did not seem normal, he'd completely messed up this whole interaction. He pleaded with starclan to have the ground give way under him or have a stray bolt of lightning strike him down or SOMETHING that would end this. He tried to keep a cool outward demeanor though.
He knew he was radiating heat at this point but took his place beside Peonypaw. The dark grey Shadowclan tom was relieved when the leaders began talking. He listened to each leader speak, shooting occasional glances toward Peonypaw. His teal eyes were so pretty, he didn't think he'd ever seen a blue so green and pretty in his life. His tail tip twitched wildly behind him as he swallowed nervously.
The conversation moved quickly, Scorp wasn't sure how to feel about Strawberrypaw yet. She'd address that after dealing with Weepingpaw's little tantrum. Her whiskers would twitch at his display of emotion. "Silly Weeping, I'm not calling you a rivercat, I'm just saying that they like this stuff," she'd scoop a pawful and it'd create a little pile, staying in place in front of them. That was a new mechanic to Scorp. She'd never had anything other than mud stay in a pile like that before, interesting.
Next was, trickcat...? Did her brother just claim another cat as his own? Her amber gaze shifted between the both of them, "why do you-" The answer was given before she could finish the question. Hearing her brother's voice come from the other made her fur bristle. "WHOA WHOA, NOOOO, STOP THAT!" Scorp reacted more violently than Weeping. "Mama said she doesn't know why it happens!" Scorp half hissed, withdrawing from the pair by stepping a few paces away.
Once more, the witchcraft continued and Scorp let the fur along her shoulders and spine bristle, ignoring Weepingpaw at this point. She especially didn't like her voice being used back towards them. "You can't be trusted! YOU CAN'T!" She'd half-yowl, eyeing Strawberrypaw from her couple tail-length distance. She didn't want to leave Weepingpaw because what if he believed the Trickcat to be telling the truth! What if she said something in Scorp's voice and made Weepingpaw made at her for it! Or anyone else!
"How'd you learn to do that? Is this a StarClan trick? Do you talk to them or something?!" Despite her very obvious discomfort and simple hatred towards this situation, she couldn't help her curiousity either. She had to figure something out. Maybe her and Mama could get some kind of answer.
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Originally Posted by Moonraven
AHHHHH! THAT'S SO AMAZING! Weepingpaw was utterly ecstatic as Trickcat did his voice. His paws did a little jig in the sand to let off some built-up energy. As much as he'd love to see if Trickcat was up for some play fighting, he wasn't that dumb. His anger with Scorpionpaw had faded as quickly as it had come, so his sister's response left him baffled until he remembered that he was mad at her. He still felt insulted, but his excitement overshadowed all his negative emotions.
Sadly, it didn't seem like Scorpionpaw was as enthralled as Weepingpaw was with the Trickcat's talking trick. Weepingpaw stopped his stomping dance and peered concerningly at Scorpoinpaw as she moved away on high alert. Momster doesn't know something! That had to be a lie. Momster knew everything. She was ancient. Weepingpaw was ready to pick a new irrelativent fight with his sister again, but she was too busy freaking out and Weepignpaw was learning a name.
Burr? That's her name. Her full name was way too long for Weepingpaw to say, so Burr worked for him and Trickcat. His eyes grew wide as she said sand in grumpy Scorpionpaw's voice. This cat was the best. He wanted to take her home with him. "Sand, Sand, Sand. No working." He repeated the word as directed but swiftly found no change in his voice. He was ready to ask her for a new word since that one wasn't working, but his sister was being a meanybutt yowling and whatnot.
"No, bad Scorpi! Weeping's Burr nice." Weepingpaw barged over to his sibling and aimed some swats at her shoulder and head. Maybe if he wrestled her to the ground and she ate some sand, she'd be nicer to Trickcat. Weepingpaw wasn't mean to her cats. Why was she being mean to Weepingpaw's? He was momentarily distracted from trying to get his sister to be nice as a voice boomed over the gathering, the pretty cat was talking, but Weepingpaw paid attention to the other for a second before returning his attention to the she-cats.
@Rose @SuspiciousMindz
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Originally Posted by Mica
Emberpaw
ShadowClan Apprentice
she/they/he | 6 moons | 26/100
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes] Purrks: Agatha Kitty
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Scorpionpaw - @SuspiciousMindz ] [Weepingpaw - @Moonraven ] [Strawberrypaw - @Rose ]
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Finally, it was warm. Or, not warm, but a tolerable temperature. Emberpaw trailed behind the rest of her clan, keeping to herself. She had no friends to sit with, and her siblings were... stressful. But there, in the distance, was two of her less manageable siblings chatting with what seemed to be a WindClan cat. Emberpaw padded over, sitting next to her siblings but not saying anything, just watching the conversation passively. Definitely not shooting some narrow looks at the fluffy white-ish she-cat they talked to. She did hear Weepingpaw refer to her as his "Burr" which immediately rubbed Emberpaw's fur the wrong way. She was Burr. Maybe just for Houndpaw, but hearing someone else be called her treasured name made her eye twitch.
Post Count: 37/100 | Purrk(s): Lyrebird’s Lullaby
Strawberrypaw was coming to dislike this specific... feeling that she wasn't sure what was named. Too many cats that she didn't know so near, and only one of her. Scorpi(what kind of name was that)'s shrieking had Strawberrypaw's ears flattening against her skull, lips peeling back in a defensive scowl - up until the yelling turned into questions, and she wasn't sure what to do anymore, fur half flattened, half bristling. Burr? She wasn't a-- Now they were fighting. Her head tilts as she watches them, brow furrowed. If she tilted her head far enough, maybe they could resemble Jags and Frosty.
Oh, Twilightstar was saying something, but they were so far away. Strawberrypaw hadn't meant to end up all the way back here when her leader started speaking. She'd wanted to sit beside her mentor and see if she could see any of her siblings from up there. "Not. Talk to StarClan." The pale and peach she-cat finally answers the brown tabby, for the first time wondering if these two were littermates. They looked similar enough. She didn't like that they were bigger than her. Then again, most of ShadowClan seemed to have dark pelts, and were bigger -- look, there was another one now. Oh. The words sink in. Another one. She didn't like that thought.
WARNING-THIS CHARACTER SHOWS SEVERE ANXIETY AND PANIC ATTACKS.
Quietjay sat, looking around. His first gathering as a warrior! He wondered if Twilightstar would mention that he had become a warrior since last gathering. There were a lot of cats, though, and the noise was starting to overstimulate him. A cat brushed by his shoulder and Quietjay found himself trapped in the middle of a group of cats. No, no, no, too many cats too many cats there everywhere-
He curled into himself, feeling the panic attack coming on. Breathe, breathe, just breathe why can't I breathe-
He started hyperventilating, shaking and flattening his ears to try and block out the noise. A cat tried to touch him, but the touch felt like claws stabbing him. I just-need some air. I need to go. Too many cats why are they touching me stop touching me nowhere to go-
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"Dream came up and spray painted her cats on the wall" Sol came up and put some cookies on the ground to munch on. Crane spray painted a rainbow and wrote LGBTQIA+ rights!
The Alleyways, loner, rogue, and kittypets' only apartments: https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?p=1759328#post1759328
WARNING-THIS CHARACTER EXPERIENCES SEVERE ANXIETY AND PANIC ATTACKS
Quietjay rocked back and forth, making a sound sort of between a whine and a hum. Not okay not okay not okay
He could tell he was nonverbal, he always was during panic attacks. The noise seemed to curl around him like a shadowy monster, creeping past his flattend ears. He wished he could tell the cat-Lilacbird? that he wasn't okay, but he couldn't breathe couldn't speak, too much too much too much no
Normally when he got like this he would ask the medicine cat for a poppy seed, it hadn't been this bad in a while. He would have to ride it out, probably, or just pass out. That happened once. He'd hated it.
Nooo, no mnnnnnn no too much noise cats are touching me why are they touching me it hurts-he whined louder, rocking faster. it's not working why am i not calming down oh stars im gonna die like this im going to suffocate why can't they just be quiet?
"Maybe you don't speak," said Lilacbird. "I don't speak when I don't want to either." She padded over to a less crowded area, motioning for Quietjay to come.
"Dream came up and spray painted her cats on the wall" Sol came up and put some cookies on the ground to munch on. Crane spray painted a rainbow and wrote LGBTQIA+ rights!
The Alleyways, loner, rogue, and kittypets' only apartments: https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?p=1759328#post1759328
WARNING-THIS CHARACTER EXPERIENCES SEVERE ANXIETY AND PANIC ATTACKS
Quietjay stumbled after Lilacbird, the blood rushing to his head as he stood up. He needed to breathe but he couldn't no he was going to die-His eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped to the ground.
(This is what happens when you hyperventilate for too long. you should probably get the medicine cat, or he'll just wake up in a minute)
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