in memoriam [P]

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 46 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat’s eyes were narrowed, what was wrong with her. She wasn’t right, Sleepysunrise didn’t act like a cat should, her giggling and unblinking pupils made him feel as if in the presence of a spirit. A disturbing one to say the very least. The feeling burned his every inch of skin, making him feel smaller and smaller still. Even in her reaction to his blunt questioning.

Yet he followed at her beckon, as any obedient enforcer should. He almost had doubt within him, why would she ask for help after he’d been humiliated as such. Surely this proved him untrustworthy. Unless Dawnstar had commanded her to dispose of him quietly, no that wouldn’t be possible. Sleepysunrise surely wouldn’t be a match for him, even in this state. Nor was it their leader’s style, her mania was simply rubbing off on him, leaving paranoia wracking his brain.

”Help with what?”

[ @Estelle ]
[ When Owl and Sleepy ]

[Estelle]

ׂ╰┈➤ 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 * Purrk * Purrk


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She knew he would follow. An uncharacteristic smile was plastered on her face, more unsettling than welcoming, and little giggles seemed to bubble over her mouth as they went into the forest. She didn't reply for a long time, not until had were some ways away from camp, revelling in the unknown that she was casting upon the old enforcer. She didn't even bother glancing back at him, as if she knew that he was too weak to betray her. At least, not without her noticing first.

Her senses were always sharp, especially when out of camp. They were only dulled by the momentary lapses within her mind, or sometimes highlighted by those very same things. As if on cue, she flickered her head sideways a few times;
"I know, I know, I know;"
She mumbled under her breath, her pace suddenly slowing and speeding up again. Her muscles tensed. She looked wary, all of a sudden, for the first since they left glancing over her shoulder as the next words left her mouth:
"He wouldn't. He wouldn't..."
She gnawed at her lip, a nervous tick as much as it was a happy habit.

Rather unexpectedly, she found herself ducking into the shadows and up a tree with practiced ease, the only sound revibrating being the sounds of claws on wood. She tasted a small trickle of metallic on her tongue. She watched Owlthroat from above, walking to the edge of a branch. She tilted her head to the far and then the far right, eyes narrowing on his hulking form. Like this, she was bigger than him.
"What do you think we're doing here? Why are you helping me?"

Are you going to betray me? She knew the question wasn't so easily asked nor answered. She knew she couldn't trust him regardless of what he said. But if only she could grasp his intentions, maybe that would make this even just a little easier. Matters of death and poison weren't to be trifled with, and the only clue to their soon to be misadventures was the location of the territory abundant with those little berries.

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⊹ [ @Daragca - Owlthroat | @/mention - Character ] ⊹

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat’s eyes slitted at her incessant muttering, what was wrong with her. She never acted quite, well, normal. But he shook the thoughts away, he wasn’t here to question her mental state. Instead he was simply here to help her on an undisclosed task.

The she posed the question back at him, ”Herbs, I presume?” The Enforcer couldn’t care less what he was here to gather and aid her with. Head canted back to attempt to find sight of her overhead. He just shuffled his paws underneath his hulking form awkwardly. ”I’m helping because you asked for me, our healer straying out on their own isn’t a particularly sensible idea.” His words echoed, matter-of-fact. But could he have refused?

[ @Estelle ]

[Estelle]

ׂ╰┈➤ 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 * Purrk * Purrk


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...They were wasting daylight. Her paws tapped the bark nervously, an echoing sound through the forest, a rhythmic sound like the seconds of time. A sort of strange, sick, quiet humming could be heard from above as she mulled over his answer, his dumb, stupid, answer. Asked. Because she asked. And because, because...
"You think I'm weak... I'm. Not. Weak."
She hissed under her breath. Her head jerked, she almost lost her balance atop the branch, digging her claws in.
"I'm not weak."
She bit again over her shoulder, then with a loud crash as she broke the twig at her side, Sleepysunrise dropped down. Her body felt weightless for just a moment, until her paws landed right besides the hulking tom.

"Here...."
A meek voice uttered, slowly stepping forth to look at the bush near them. She needn't much time to recognise their findings as precisely what she needed, precisely what she had been looking for. Deathberries. Sleepysunrise plucked a few off the bush, just enough for her to be able to carry them comfortably without crushing them, eyes focused on their vibrant red colour and silly little hole. She studied them from up close.
"Take some."
She ordered Owlthroat. If Miss Grandmama was settling her with some dumb enforcer to complete this research - as agreed - then Owlthroat might as well make himself useful.


[ +3 Deathberries ]

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⊹ [ @Daragca - Owlthroat | @SuspiciousMindz - Outsider ] ⊹
[ Feel free to have your outsider show up whenever now Sus, they should be heading into the outskirts in Sleepy's next post. ]

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat couldn’t help but stop the humorous chuckle rising up and breaking his serious face. He’d found something he could pry at, Sleepysunrise had an insecurity. She was sensitive about weakness, was that why she’d pried at him all along for his lack of definite action against that outsider? HAH.

His ears flickered however at her beckon call. Paws striding forward as she inspected a bush, bright with red berries. Take some? He couldn’t help but chortle once again and taunt back darkly, prodding at that weak spot. ”Not brave enough to take me out with your claws?” Deathberries, about the most recognisable form of poison this side of the forest. Owlthroat was never adept with herbs, he of course didn’t have the brain for it. But deathberries however were an unforgettable and striking red shape.

Although it did bring that inch of paranoia back to the corner of his mind, had she in fact been commanded to dispose of him? Was his first irrational suspicion in fact right, he tried not to show it in his face but his lips couldn’t help but become curled and down trodden as his eyes slitted.

”If you fancy killing me, there’s better ways to earn your glory in the process. But you’d be snapped like a twig.” He hissed between clenched yellowing teeth as the thoughts processed. But could she? Would her unnerving glare be enough to turn him to stone alone?

[ @Estelle ]

[Estelle]

ׂ╰┈➤ 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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Not brave enough.
The words echoed in her mind, a flash filling her vision that caused her to drop the berries on the ground. Her claws unsheathed on instinct as voices began to fill her mind, echoes of his words and screams of her failures. Flashes of her mama, her family, those bodies, taunting her. They were all taunting her. She started to blink rapidly, unnaturally so, her body began to tremble and her breathing grew ragged. Not good enough -- always come back -- never loved -- weak. She staggered back, tripping over the ground until she felt her body back up against the legs of the creature behind her.

Snapped like a twig.
She hissed. Her claws flew through the air as she turned around and dug them into the skin Owlthroat's throat - superficially - claws pulling his head down. Her eyes were watery. Her position unstable. So much pent up fury in her thin limbs that wanted to claw away at the tom whom taunted her too. She was used to this, but she hated it.
"N-no... No. I'm-- I'm. You--- you would long.. long -- dead --dead."
Her expression was upset, angry, the tips of her maw turned down as far as they could while she gripped his throat tighter.

Screams. She flinched. Voices. She flinched again. She shut her eyes tight, folding in on herself, her paw slowly dropped from his throat and she bit her lip tight enough for a metallic taste to fill her mouth. Then....

SNEEZE.

She sneezed. A mighty, strong sneeze that shook her whole body and kicked up a large cloud of dust and dirt around them, right in front of the big man's face. She stepped back, surprised. Her nose wiggled and she sniffed back and sneezed again - a tiny one, this time. She rubbed the back of her paw past her nose. Bright eyes lifted to look at Owlthroat.
"Don't fancy yourself."
She mumbled, turning to pick the dropped berries back up. Oh. She squished one in her frenzy. She decided to pick another.
"These aren't for you. You are here to assist me."
She picked a few more with the intention of giving them to Owlthroat to carry.
"Besides, there's no glory in murder. Only a means to an end."

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⊹ [ @Daragca - Owlthroat | @/mention - Character ] ⊹
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[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

The words had cut deep like intended, prodding and prying into that gaping hole of insecurity. His maw opened and eyes widened with unparalleled shock as water seeped into his vision. The sting of her claws set into his throat, gripping through the fur leaving faint prickles of blood. But it was enough. He was underneath her command in a second, his fear practically burning into the air with a thick distinctive twang. Her words jumbled and nonsensical, he couldn’t interpret them over the own stench of adrenaline coursing within his body.

The paw dropped away, he felt frozen into place. Then she huffed, or sneezed, he didn’t know what but a thick cloud erupted. Particles bursting into the air, engulfing his very senses.

He’d been poisoned.

He was right, right all along. He’d been brought to his own funeral. His eyes wildly blinked and burned, his nose ached and his throat couldn’t gasp for air. She’d done this. His paws dramatically raised towards his prickled throat as he gasped feeling the life begin to drain from his face.

Then a second went by and another until he realised he had in fact just choked on a cloud of dust like a petrified rabbit. His face flushed red with embarrassment through his white fur, he couldn’t meet her gaze. Nor speak as she humiliated him effortlessly.

How pathetic.

[ @Estelle @SuspiciousMindz ]
[ Will allow for sus to make an appearance now ]

[SuspiciousMindz]

[Shore]
Loner

How had he gotten here?

His father said he was turning to some clan, and he'd intentionally wandered away from him. Shark hadn't been the same since the disappearance of Mother. That's why he'd left over 3 seasons ago, wasn't it? Then, how had he come back around to the clans? To a location closer to where his original den was?

It was a hard say, and while he wished to be lost in thought, the bobtail was caught off guard by some voices. His ears perked and he dove down into the undergrowth to try to hide himself. Then, his blue eyes would peer through, searching for the cats responsible for these voices. Of course, he had no knack for stealth and no regards for the territory he was in.

In his attempts to hide, he was snapping twigs and rustling leaves. He was fully unaware of such noises and sights. His only thoughts were to run and hide. There was no way he was fighting and living, and he knew that. That was the only thing he should've stayed around Shark to learn -- how to fight.

He'd be simple to find.

Unfortunately, that was such a case.

@Estelle - Sleepysunrise | @Daragca - Owlthroat

[Estelle]

ׂ╰┈➤ 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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What was the matter with him? Sleepysunrise's nose scrunched up like a kitten met with its least favourite food, and she regarded Owlthroat's dramatic display of.... Dramatics? She didn't like getting sneezed on either, but he didn't have to be so dramatic about it (hypocrite, she would be just as bad).
"What's the matter with you?"
She asked, tone dripping with sarcasm or genuine confusion, maybe both. She kept her three berries close, another two on the ground for Owlthroat... But maybe she shouldn't trust the big oaf with them after all.

Oh? Expression whipped off her face, Sleepysunrise's head snapped around with her eyes suddenly wide.
"Quiet."
She hissed to Owlthroat, nose wiggling as she sniffed the air and caught an unfamiliar scent. Wordlessly she handed Owlthroat the five berries, no regard for danger as she went and crept forth, following the scent that hung in the air until it assaulted her nose more than before. Sleepysunrise briefly grimaced, but the expression was gone as fast as it came.
"You there. Get out."
The outsider was lucky she needed one for her experiments, or it would long be a pelt lining her grandmother's nest.


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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 48 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat was just about ready to stomp his paws and start throwing a tantrum but the sheer embarrassment of it all already prevented him from doing so. Instead he brazenly hissed at her, ”You evil sneezing snot-rag-good-for-noth-” Owlthroat’s barrage of insults was swiftly cut short by her demand for silence. His humiliation was forgotten in an instant at the worry of what she’d picked up on that he hadn’t. He watched as her nose wiggled in the air. The enforcer attempted to do the same but it was an attempt cut short, he still couldn’t smell much of anything besides the dirt he’d taken into his lungs.

But he quickly understood what it was when she demanded for the stranger to get out. He leaned to one side, tucking into his thick fur the berries the healer had swiftly handed him. All within reach. Owlthroat had no doubts in her ability to shred an outsider to bits, but the risk of her coming to harm was exactly why he was here. He’d let her lead the encounter of course, feel in charge and all of that. But he fell into the space behind her, looming over her shape. Claws itching to peek through and tear apart whatever came their way.

[ @Estelle @SuspiciousMindz ]