Bittersneeze | He/Him
A lanky pure white tom with ghostly blue eyes, long belly fur, long bushy tail, with an angular face, shoulders & ears.
Bittersneeze laid eyes on Haretuft as he emerged, robotic and stiff movements accompanying him across the clear and past him, only a brief moment of affection could be observed. It was strange how the two seemed intrinsically tied together, no matter where they went. Or maybe it wasn’t fate that lead them here, perhaps just force and wearing Haretuft down. The warrior turned to nibble after Haretufts tail as he passed.
“Ooooh darling, you look just so tired this morning.” his voice was dreary and slow as he turned to follow after Haretuft. They looked odd together, starkly white and pristine coat matched with the unkept tangle of his partners. The ethereal high held walk and the slinking discomfort of either gait.
He slipped into stride beside Haretuft brushing shoulders in an overly affectionate way, sure to annoy him. “Come sit and enjoy the morning with me. Perhaps I can groom out these knots” he raised a paw to gently graze his shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Bittersneeze | He/Him
A lanky pure white tom with ghostly blue eyes, long belly fur, long bushy tail, with an angular face, shoulders & ears.
Bittersneeze laid eyes on Haretuft as he emerged, robotic and stiff movements accompanying him across the clear and past him, only a brief moment of affection could be observed. It was strange how the two seemed intrinsically tied together, no matter where they went. Or maybe it wasn’t fate that lead them here, perhaps just force and wearing Haretuft down. The warrior turned to nibble after Haretufts tail as he passed.
“Ooooh darling, you look just so tired this morning.” his voice was dreary and slow as he turned to follow after Haretuft. They looked odd together, starkly white and pristine coat matched with the unkept tangle of his partners. The ethereal high held walk and the slinking discomfort of either gait.
He slipped into stride beside Haretuft brushing shoulders in an overly affectionate way, sure to annoy him. “Come sit and enjoy the morning with me. Perhaps I can groom out these knots” he raised a paw to gently graze his shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
haretuft ﹕ he / him
Skinny, unkempt, brown tomcat.
A white tipped paw was reached into the air as Haretuft aimed to land quick swipe across the others snout. If the hit landed, it would surely make a soft thump noise as his claws were sheathed. Was the hit intended because of the comment or the overzealous bump?
Both, probably.
"Am I a kit who needs attending to? No? Then I expect your tongue to stay in your mouth and away from my knots." His voice held the odd tinge of an accent but only faint.
The tom allowed his body to meet the floor in a dramatic flop. He laid in the morning dawn, the light casting a shadow on the faint outline of his ribes as his chest followed the rise and fall of his breathing. "This morning is neither enjoyable nor unlikeable... This morning is simply just."
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splinterpaw please bump me constantly | Dealing with ADHD & Dyslexia.
Bittersneeze | He/Him
A lanky pure white tom with ghostly blue eyes, long belly fur, long bushy tail, with an angular face, shoulders & ears.
Thomp. Haretufts paw made a satisfying connection with Bittersneeze’s snout making his head recoil. Displeased but all the more riled up he took a big deep breath and puffed a sigh at him. “Ooh oh oh” he tsk’d between his thinly pressed teeth. “So grumpy Hare. When will I ever get a smile out of you Hm?” he turned away on his own personal monologuing mission. “I spose that’s why I like you so much. It’s neeeever easy” he glanced over his shoulder at him again. “Is it?”
He turned at once to join Hare at his side as he flopped onto the ground in a dramatic display. He dropped into a crouch at his side, tucking paws underneath himself and resting his luck by allowing his tail to gently rest utop Hares. “Sure it’tis honey. Don’t you just wanna look out into the fog. Makes me feel all funny… could just disappear into it and nooobody would be the wiser” he grinned, “just imagine.. being somewhere and not a single soul could happen upon you cept’ for special circumstance I suppose.”
Bittersneeze | He/Him
A lanky pure white tom with ghostly blue eyes, long belly fur, long bushy tail, with an angular face, shoulders & ears.
Thomp. Haretufts paw made a satisfying connection with Bittersneeze’s snout making his head recoil. Displeased but all the more riled up he took a big deep breath and puffed a sigh at him. “Ooh oh oh” he tsk’d between his thinly pressed teeth. “So grumpy Hare. When will I ever get a smile out of you Hm?” he turned away on his own personal monologuing mission. “I spose that’s why I like you so much. It’s neeeever easy” he glanced over his shoulder at him again. “Is it?”
He turned at once to join Hare at his side as he flopped onto the ground in a dramatic display. He dropped into a crouch at his side, tucking paws underneath himself and resting his luck by allowing his tail to gently rest utop Hares. “Sure it’tis honey. Don’t you just wanna look out into the fog. Makes me feel all funny… could just disappear into it and nooobody would be the wiser” he grinned, “just imagine.. being somewhere and not a single soul could happen upon you cept’ for special circumstance I suppose.”
haretuft ﹕ he / him
Skinny, unkempt, brown tomcat.
Haretuft did not move. He didn't acknowledge the tail resting upon him. If anyone asked, he would deny ever enjoying the small moments of devotion but internally, its what he craved. What he needed in his very core. Even if he wouldn't admit it himself, without Bittersneeze he was like a puzzle missing its pieces; pointless.
"Every day," he murmured, words visible on the cold air, ""I pray to Starclan, that you might just go poof. Turn into a cloud of vaper and rid me of your presence," The word themselves were sharp but his voice soft and, maybe, even a little bit playful?
"But," he lifted his head, amber eyes boring into Bittersneezes white form as his gaze racked over the other tom, "Starclan is rather cruel and denys me of such a thing happening...." Hare laid his head back down, "oh well."
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splinterpaw please bump me constantly | Dealing with ADHD & Dyslexia.
Reedwhisker sighed and shook out her pelt once she rose from her nest in the warrior's den. The clouds were hanging like soft moss bedding in the sky, their pelts dark with impending snow that was doomed to fall on the forest. Great. As if the forest needs more slick ice in the territories... blep. she stuck her tongue out in disgust and temporarily zoned out while she watched her Clanmates go in and out of the different dens and the camp entrance.
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Characters
Crow (Purrks: Heightened Perception, Agatha Kitty, Hulk SMASH, Dreamwalker)
Ravenhawk
Slatestripe hoped his conversation with Rainglow would go as well as his discussion with Mintpaw, but he doubted it. Things - in his mind - had been rather strained between him and his brother since their mother’s funeral. It bothered Slatestripe a lot, but he wasn’t great at talking with his brother.
“Hey, Rainglow,” he greeted him. He shuffled his paws in the dirt, hesitating. Finally deciding that he just needed to be blunt and get to the point, he blurted out, “Marigoldleap is expecting my kits. We, ah, had a fling. We aren’t going to be mates, but I am going to be a part of their lives.”
(IM SO SORRY, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS)
Rainglow could already see the worry in his brother's eyes. He braced himself for bad news, but it never did seem to come. Slatestripe's going to be a dad...? Rainglow was silent for a few moments, staring right into his brother's eyes. But then, a purr rumbled through his throat. The first purr that had escaped the tom since the funeral. Rainglow would be an uncle. Even if Slatestripe and Marigoldleap wouldn't be mates, he would still technically be an uncle. And that- that made Rainglow's day. "That's g-great!" He mewed, the usual stutter creeping it's way into his voice. "I-i can't wait to s-see them..!"
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[ @SpiritedWarrior ] beastflame
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The massive grey tabby emerged from the warrior's den, mouth parting in a gaping yawn. He padded heavily a little ways away and further into the clearing before taking a seat and setting to work briskly lapping at his thick coat of fur. He wasn't one to care about looking pretty all that much, but he did prefer to appear somewhat presentable. Unfortunately his fur, especially long in the colder moons, did not seem to agree.
The warrior gave up after a few moments and stretched instead, taking the time to examine his surroundings. Other cats were getting up as well, meandering around the clearing, gathering near the prey pile, or leaving for patrols. His amber eyes caught on a she-cat a little ways away, sticking her tongue out at the sky. He followed her gaze to the clouds, noting their ominous nature. He rather liked them, but it seemed she was not of the same opinion.
Beastflame flicked his feathery tail thoughtfully. He was in a good mood today (which wasn't saying much, all things considered) and could do with some company. Before he knew it, he'd pulled himself to his feet and was approaching the molly. He didn't sit, not wanting assume she preferred his presence, but instead paused a tail length away, nodding up at the sky. "What did the clouds ever do to you?" he asked dryly.
batkit
he/they
riverclan
brown-black w/ brown color point, yellow eyes
Batkit smiled softly and plopped down, folding into a loaf. It was really nice of Smokethroat to have let him sit there. "That's okay, I get confused too. All my friends are becoming 'paws already. I guess I'm fine; I just wanna grow up," Batkit replied, a sulky look overcasting his face before they peered at the warrior. They still thought that he wasn't okay, but how would the kit make him confess? Or explain himself? Why would a warrior vent to a kit, anyways? Batkit released the tension in their body, looking away and staring out at the clearing. No, he wouldn't ask. He'd promised not to bother Smokethroat, so they would do that.
Re: RiverClan Clearing
