Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 21 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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Awesome! Seemed like Raven-something was up for a meal! A lot of cats in this clan were just so insistent on hating life and being grumpy. Hillstrider had the social awareness of a caterpillar, and even he noticed! His thoughts drifted absently to Mossfreckle, and the tom's attempts of levity despite the tiredness in his eyes. He should visit at some point, maybe bring something for them to share. Fogwatcher was hanging around Mossfreckle a lot too... maybe he would like to join! Hell, even Hazelstripe and Nightshade if the partners decided they wanted to hang. Hm, he might have to bring a lot of prey for that group...
Hillstrider looked up as Raven-something settled down next to him, giving him a sheepish look. The younger warrior nudged the bird towards them. "Yuh my dude, nighttime is the best time!" He flashed Raven-something an easy smile, clearly just a guy who was happy to be alive. "I can't blend into the shadows very well," his sunny orange pelt made sure of that, "but at night I don't have to worry about that!" Not like he could get enough cats who wanted to go out at night. Or with him. Or at night, with him.
Hillstrider laid himself out, his massive fluffy pelt sticking up all over the place as he rolled onto his back for a big stretch. "What about you? Why are you up late my dude?"
Ravenheart
ShadowClan
they/them | 23 moons
[Small black cat with green eyes and a tuft of white chest fur]
He was so friendly. And carefree. It was... strange, but not entirely unwelcome. Shadowclan cats were experts in the art of brooding, but this skill must not have passed over to Hillstrider. Ravenheart bit into the bird, the hearty taste of meat spreading over their tongue. They ate in silence for a few moments, the languid sounds of the swampy night filling the space between. Hillstrider was close enough for Ravenheart to feel the ends of their big, fluffy pelt. Again, strange, but not completely unwelcome. They could stand to spend more time with their fellow clan members.
"I thought about staying up to hunt," Ravenheart commented through a mouthful of bird. Very graceful. "But... I don't know. There's prey here. Maybe tomorrow."
They had tried to sleep as well, to no avail. Ravenheart's eyes clouded over with remanents of restless sleep, bright green dulling and clouding. It had been like this for days now. Attempts at rest followed by blurred dreams and abrupt endings.
"You're Hillstrider, aren't you" Ravenheart asked, tilting their head. Hopefully they were right. The sunny Shadowclain warrior.
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Shrewstep had been keeping an eye on the goings on of the clearing for a time, cats coming in and out and from den to den under his sharp gaze. Nothing out of the ordinary, which was how the enforcer liked it. Mostly because that meant Dawnstar would be elsewhere. The only thing a bit odd was an apprentice doing a whole lot of nothing. She seemed to be watching things as he was, and after a few more minutes of nothing from Lostpaw, Shrewstep got up to approach her. Looking for anycat in particular Lostpaw? he inquired, tilting his head to the side. There wasn’t really an answer he was looking for, he was just looking to satisfy his curiosity.
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[Open for multiple if ya wanna come to bother her. Warning: She's moody, like extra super moody, and may cuff, smack, and aggressively hiss.]
She stomped out of her den with her tongue frantically licking her muzzle. Why?!!!! She didn't even get to eat the frog before losing the contents in her stomach. She wanted something to eat but ShadowClan's usual prey wasn't cutting it. If it wasn't the scent it was the taste, and sometimes even the sight that had bile rising in her throat.
"This is all your fault." She hissed softly, golden eyes glaring meanly at the side of her stomach. The bump in her belly went unnoticed due to the she-cat's massive build and bulking stature. However, when she sat down, the molly's side flared out in a way that was difficult not to notice she was carrying some extra weight.
"Actually on second thought, it's all his fault." Dawnstar growls and flops down gracelessly on her side while trying to get the taste of vomit out of her maw by grooming her scars and pelt. "I can't eat what I want, I can't sleep like I want, I can't even control my temper. You little fox dungs better be worth all this trouble. I expect as much suffering for Tigerflower as well or you're all getting disowed." The molly hissed miserably if nothing more than to combat the nausea she was feeling.
It was early, dawn, and although Dawnstar was no stranger to being up this early, she was not used to being this upset about it. She should have talked to Lostspark before agreeing to have this moron's kits. Dawnstar might have had second thoughts about it if she knew how problematic it would be. Sighing loudly again, Dawnstar dropped her chin on her forepaw and stared at the cats in the clearing.
"Is it fish, duck, squirrel, what do you little hellions want I am getting very tired of cleaning up vomit." She snarled crankily. She wanted something, or rather the parasites in her stomach wanted something that she couldn't put her paw on. She was on the verge of starting a war to steal prey from the other clan if it meant no more upset stomach!
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Noticing something was wrong with Dawnstar, Sunpaw leapt to her paws and approached her leader with gentle paw steps, arriving just in time to hear the ShadowClan Leader’s last words.
“Dawnstar?” The apprentice murmured softly, amber eyes glistening with unreadable emotions. ”I-I’m sorry for bothering you, but I couldn’t help but notice that something’s…”
Wrong. Sunpaw trailed off, not daring to say the last word. Dawnstar was in a foul mood, she could tell. Sunpaw’s whiskers twitched nervously. “Would you like me to catch you a warm piece of prey?” She asked quietly. “Water, fresh moss for your nest..”
Sunpaw blinked. “Is there anything you would like me to do for you, such as clean out your den..?”
The ShadowClanner was taking a risk. Yes, she was taking a huge risk when it came down to this. Dawnstar wasn’t happy, as far as Sunpaw could tell, and she just wanted to help. Sunpaw knew Dawnstar was going to snap at her for asking, but she wanted to help in any way possible.
{ @Undertaker - poor Sunny’s going to get snapped at for wanting to help }
The cuts on her stomach had healed nicely despite her participation in activities that might have re-opened them, the poultice removed to reveal fresh scars nestled in her belly fur. They didn't hamper her as Doeflame padded across the clearing, looking for a certain tortoiseshell. She hadn't talked to Bloomingblaze in a while, and wanted to fix that. She hadn't even shown her sister her cool new scars!
Finding Bloomingblaze's ginger and black pelt, Doeflame made a beeline towards her. "Hey, Bloom! I haven't seen you in moons!" An exaggeration, but don't let the facts get in the way of a good story. "Have you been hiding from me?" she continued in mock hurt.
"Tomatoes are in the same family as some of the world's deadliest poisons. That just goes to show how rebellious tomatoes are." "What about how the apple can fall far from the tree?" "No, sometimes the tomato falls from the plant."
Marshypaw
Male / *Ahem* Moons / ShadowClan / Sexuality Unknown
Russet tabby tom with cream-brown fur around the torso, blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes, and a naturally sinister expression
“Well there’s no point to misery without joy, now is there? Just like there’s no point to beauty without brains! That last part is something that you, my friend, need to work on!”
~Marshypaw
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Well, maybe Willowpaw was not the boldest of all bold things, but at least she was trying. In Marshypaw’s opinion, technically that was all that really mattered. The nerve-wracked apprentice was something that the russet and cream tom had not seen before, and her personality was not generic, it was not boring, and it was not average, so he felt an automatic love for it. As awkward as it was to stand here while she fell over in anxiety, panic, and self-loathing, it was oddly entertaining for somebody like Marshypaw. It out an end to his joy-eating boredom, and more importantly, it gave him some new relationships in his life. The russet and cream tabby apprentice could only hope that he and Willowpaw actually developed a decent friendship at least, if not something deeper, like a close friendship. Heck, maybe romance would even decide to say hello at some point, Marshypaw had no idea. He needed it somewhere, and young as he was, he had already decided that he was running out of time… at seven and a half moons. Upsetting as this may be, he found his own struggles pretty funny, so he allowed them to keep happening. If Willowpaw was his one step closer to a decently interesting lifestyle, well then perfect, he was going to take it. Hopefully he could bring her some happiness and confidence during the process. Yes, and then knock it all back down at the end because… chaos! His yellow and blue gaze gleamed with joy at the thought. Of course! He was a drama-genius! But we can’t get too far ahead of ourselves… I still have to get her through this interaction without her dying of a heart-attack. I have to wonder how she’s gotten this far, though… ah, anyway. Time to try to be decently supportive, yes?
When he finally told her that her name sounded pretty, just casual nice-guy/gentleman small talk, he found the tortoiseshell apprentice staring at him as if he had just told her that he planned on setting fire to camp or something else completely absurd. So squinting at his anxious denmate, Marshaw tilted his head to the side in confusion. I suppose it might be her resting face? Well… we’ll just have to wait and see. Hopefully I can actually process her words next time she speaks to me, though. But he still had some speaking to do. Marhsypaw did not notice when Willowpaw meekly began to say, ‘Pardon’, and instead he kept on speaking. He kindly let her know that she had not in fact been walking weird, it their collision was only the fault of his own lack of awareness, but naturally, Willowpaw began to defend him, throw herself down again. Marshypaw stammered into silence for a moment, staring at the she-cat with wide, waiting eyes and listening carefully as she spoke. He hung onto every word, mostly just because it was amazing to finally understand what she was telling him without loosing himself in the chaos of her voice, but also because he was trying to make sense of their situation. She told him that she did not think that she was humble at all, referring to herself only as ‘weird a-and stuff’ with the characteristic stutter on the ‘and’, shuffling her paws. But she also thanked him, and that was where things got a bit more complicated. Marshypaw’s head shifted upright again. Well, that’s just fine. At least she expressed her gratitude instead of simply telling me I’m wrong. I suppose you can be both humble AND completely, utterly hopeless in yourself and your abilities. Maybe I’ll try and fix it? Oh, but goodness- I would need more time than just a singular interaction!? Oh boy. Willowpaw is… certainly a personality. So in a light voice, he casually told her, “You struggle with confidence, not talent, I’m assuming. But worry not, my good friend, because that’s certainly an easy fix.”
But when Willowpaw began to go on and on about how no, she was not nice, even going so far as to say that Dawnstar, the Queen of Violence herself, was nicer than her. Marshypaw raised his eyebrows, doubt clotting his gaze. Then for a moment, he stood silently, thinking. Well, now that’s just unrealistic… I’ll let her know. Purposely keeping his voice soft and leveled, he casually told her, “Mhm… say that again once you’ve shamelessness torn apart your enemies. Dawnstar does what she’s got to, just a bit… violently, I’ll say. Now, you? Willowpaw, you might not be blowing eith confidence, but I’m sure you’re nicer than that.” For the first time in forever, Marshypaw was not speaking as if he was some old man, some passive aggressive roast-god, or even the theater-boy he always seemed to be. By now, it was getting obvious that Willowpaw was not feeling her calmest at the moment, and talking with so much complexity would probably just make things worse for the both of them. So instead, Marshypaw tried to speak simply and clearly. But eventually, that was over because he got bored (naturally), and he went along to go offer to fetch the tortoiseshell apprentice a piece of prey. It just felt like a nice, Asian thing to do, but of course Willowpaw managed to turn the small act of kindness into en entire panic explosion. Marshypaw blinked and stared at his clanmate blankly, watching as the ShadowClan apprentice stared at him in shock with her maw wide open. Oh well. He tried. Awkwardly, he met her gaze, and waited for a verbal reaction to pop out form the nervous ShadowClan apprentice.
Eventually, it hit him like lightning. Marshypaw perked his ears and leaned towards his denmate a little bit so that he could catch on to the main point of what she was telling him, promising himself that he would at least try to translate whatever she was trying to tell him with the best of his abilities, and if he failed to understand, too bad, so sad. He would move on, and at least , Willowpaw would do the same. The she-cat started off by telling him that her name was Willowpaw, but he probably already knew that, and hastily, the young tom-cat nodded in response. Correct, his name was Marshypaw. Then she seemed to loose track of her words, talking strangely and briefly questioning her own speaking abilities… before moving right on to asking him how his day had been. Glad for some normal small talk, Marshypaw opened his mouth and prepare to respond, but the only sound that left his mouth was a little, unfinished, ‘Feh-” before Willowpaw took off again. He waited in patience, watching her with his friendliest smile, secretly dying inside of confusion. Willowpaw went back to the fact that oh, right, she was supposed to be introducing herself and telling him about her, but there was not much, making it weird. As little sense as some of this made, Marshypaw still tried his hardest to understand, ignoring the dying urge to passive aggressively tell her that she didn’t seem to know how to speak their language, so she should talk slower. But then the little bit of venting happened, and Marshypaw’s interests were snatched. When Willowpaw began to explain how it felt like walking, but sliding on ice, but also flying weightlessly, before asking herself what she was even talking about. Marshypaw proceeded to stare blankly. Well, it seemed not everybody was good with improvisation, but that was alright. They were both trying their best right now to understand Willowpaw, then, if it was true that she couldn’t even understand herself.
Then when she said that she might be imagining things, Marshypaw couldn’t help but mumble, “Huh? Imagining wha-” but she cut him off by casually throwing her own paw into her face. It was in that moment Marshypaw finally came to the realization that Willowpaw was… not in a position to be experimenting with her imagination herself, seeing as she was willing to literally whack herself in the face (painfully, at that) to test herself. The russet anc cream tabby raised a paw to try and prevent her from doing anything else that unnecessary, but she seemed finished. He sighed in semi-genuine relief, before allowing the usual dramatic mindset to flop back into his head. Well, she’s… fun…? In her own way…? I’ll make sure to let her know that the paw-slamming of the face isn’t the best way to know whether or not you’re dreaming… ah, chaos. I’ll have a loooong list of things to say by the end of this, won’t I? The anxious apprentice then introduced herself to him again, even including the fact that she was in ShadowClan as if he didn’t already know. Things got weird once she added that she thought for a moment that he was a ThunderClan cat. Marshypaw wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyes, gazing at Willowpaw through thin slits. Oh, nasty. If anything, I’d be RiverClan or WindClan, goodness… certainly not ThunderClan, too much time spent of in the trees for a tom like me’s liking… yes, how about NOT. Then she thought he was RiverClan, then she decided that no, RiverClan was evil (this made Marshypaw feel a little bit victorious, because that thought of hers meant that she thought he wasn’t evil, technically. For now-), and she proved it by telling him that wait, no, he was good. Marshypaw blinked again, puzzled, and zoning out just slightly. She’d made an interesting protagonist in a story, wouldn’t she… be funny to tell a story about a nervous wreck to a bunch of kids, though… or maybe we… hey, what? He snapped out of it when Willowpaw called herself the atagonist. Well, that was quite an amusing mispronunciation, and Marshypaw truly had to fight to avoid laughing at least a little. Thanks to the friendly smile that was already on his face, this wasn’t too big of an issue when it came to coverage. She asked how it was said, so quietly, he corrected her, “Antagonist. Don’t worry, it’s hard to pronounce, tsk.” Yeah, Marshypaw completely lost her once she began to mention mayors, coral prisons, and fish- the majority of which was absolutely foreign to the young tom. But in the end, he caught onto the fact that she was claiming to be finished speaking, and giving him his turn. Wow. Who knew having conversations was some sort of game, let alone a complicated and awkward one. Once again, oh well. Moving on.
Marshypaw just wanted to create a pleasant environment, so he started off calmly and gently, sort of as if he was talking to a crying small child. “Hey, hey… it was a small bump, and nobody’s in any physical pain anymore, are we? You certainly did nothing wrong, and even if you had, I would have forgiven you by now, friend. I’m happy to know that you are not angry with me, though… I’ve met some… grumpy folk, that’s for sure, but I have to say, you are one of the more likable cats I’ve met so far, Willowpaw. In other words, I like you, let’s be friends, shall we? Now, how’s mouse sound, eh?” With a light laugh Marshypaw lowered his head to take a small, unusually polite bite from the meal sitting in between them. Then sitting with perfect posture again, he made sure to finish chewing before speaking again. As he did, he carefully nudged the mouse in Willowpaw’s direction encouragingly, even somewhat expectantly. “It’s nice to get to know somebody who deserves my kindness, anyway. It’s quite a shame how the worst of cats always view so highly of themselves… not fair, really. But I have an offer, you could call it. Well, for lack of a better term, call it a proposal, if you will. I’ve noticed that you seem to be a bit of the nervous sort… and I would hope that I’ve helped with some of the panic by this point, but if I have not, that it nobody’s fault but mine, so no worries there. As I was saying, if you ever begin to feel as if you are slipping on the ice again, if you would like, you can always come to get me. Goodness, Willowpaw, it could be the dark of night for all I care, I don’t sleep much anyway, ha- come and get me if you ever panic. I’m always here, always open.” Then with another friendly smile, Marshypaw gave the small meal another glance of hope and expectancy. Just a mouse… it is… but… if she eats, we’ll know she’s calming down a little. If she doesn’t eat, she’s still frightened of me. In other words, in the end, either I might have a chance at gaining her trust (if she eats), or I’m just hopeless. Man, who knew it would all come down to a partially bitten mouse.
〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 10 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail, a small tick in her right ear, and a scar on her cheek]
Talent?? What talent did she have??? None! NONE!
She did shamelessly tear apart her enemies she did she did!
But BAAAAA she screwed up already it wouldn't help saying that AT ALL.
Oh god Marshypaw probably thought she was an IDIOT for not being able to pronounce Antagonist! Was that sarcasm? Was it actually really easy to say?? "Antag- antagonist antagoonists ant-agonist ant antonigst antagonist antaganist antagonist antagonist antagonist yeah i can pronounce it now!!!!!!!! Look look look antagonist!!" She fidgeted. Was she flexing now? Was she a show-off? Yeah.... she definitely was. Add that to the list of "Why we should all hate Willowpaw"!
And then, another surprise.
"I would have forgiven you by now, friend".
FRIEND???? WHAT SOCIAL SKILLS WHY ARE YOU FRYING YOURSELF STOP IT! EVERYONE CALM DOWN THIS IS NOT A DRILL JUST WALK CALMY TO THE DEN WAIT NO NO DON'T DO THAT. "F-Friend?? B-But I'm a terrible f-friend! I-I-I was a horrible friend t-to.... th-thin think th-th-th-think....." She thought so hard in such a little time, that when the answer finally popped up in her brain, she half gasped half said "T-TURTLEPAW!" Willowpaw made a weird, high-pitched squeak sound. "Wh-When was the last time i saw her???? We haven't i-interacted for like weeks, days, moons! I forgot her! OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT BUT I-I TOLD YOU I WAS A HORRIBLE FRIEND!" Whyyy was the pitch in her voice rising? HELLO??? WHAT??? Ok maybe she hadn't exactly forgotten Turtlepaw, more seen her around and been wayy to anxious to talk to her. But at the current time, all those moments seemed to be erased and she'd forgotten her completely for moons. AND NOW SHE WANTED TO CRY AGAIN ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FINE. NO. NOT AGAIN. "Ha-Have you seen Turtlepaw???? OH WAIT NO- No no you don't worry ok shutting up now ziiip!!" She motioned as she zipped an imaginary zipper over her maw. 'Oh god i'll forget Marshypaw too but he's been too nice to me! Uh, Turtlepaw was really really nice too! Yeah but i forgot her. FORGOT. HER. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. ERm, actually- Yeah i'll just shut up from now on. Yea. Good plan me yeah yeah great plan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' Ok so then Marshypaw was KINDLY offering her a mouse. According to her calculations, she should take the whole thing- NO NO SHE SHOULDN'T. Ok then she should take HALF of it! Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Willowpaw braced herself because what if she bit a mouse wrong and set off an explosion of contained energy that was stored within the moue and the world suddenly all hated Willowpaw because she could make a mouse explode, and took a bite of the mauwz. She'd taken more of it than she'd intended, around three quarters, but she hadn't snatched all of it. Oh, and it was only now she realized she was blushing. At first, she thought: oh - it was rather normal with how much she made a fool of herself these days. But then, for some reason: WHAT. NO NOT NOW. 'AAAAAAH I LOOK EMBARRASSED. We are, aren't we? No no we're supposed to look confident and stuff! Confident people don't get EMBARRASSED! Ew!'. She was going to apologize (for something~?) when she remembered Marshypaw didn't want her talking. Yeah. OK ok. Marshypaw wanted her to stop talking. Not Willowpaw. If someone told her to stop talking, then they baasically were already high on her: "Very very sensible" list.
She also had a "Very cool" list a "Kinda mean" list and a "Very mean" list and "fren" list (why was it so empty....) and a "Who thinks im dumb aka the smart list" and oh you just have to see the-
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Shadeleaf was apparently too cool for friends, yet still made an effort to sit in the middle of the clearing so everyone could see how independent and not interested in them she was.
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