x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Shadowpaw walked into the clearing and let out a soft sigh. It was nice to be back in the clan again but she was so behind on training due to everything that had happened. A part of her wondered if she was fit for this shadowy clan... Thoughts she would keep to herself.
ugh!! bored! bored, bored bored bored bored!!! it sucked having to find another cat to take out with him so he could go run around in the territory or something, anything. it's always 'no, Sagechaser, i'm busy' or 'maybe later' or worse: just plain 'no.'
if somebody gets killed again, he was going to strangle them. haha. not really. he wouldn't hurt a fly. sort of.
he might as well bash his skull in on the Grimpeak and call that entertainment instead, though something told him that'd just manage to annoy Dawnstar or something. and after all this time he's still scared of her. to be honest.
with an exaggerated sigh, he flopped down under the shade of a cedar tree. was he sulking?
maybe a bit.
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Cedarbranch, who lay nearby, opened one green eye at the sound of Sagechaser's body thumping against the ground under the same cedar tree she lay under.
Pushing herself into a sitting position, the ShadowClanner wrapped her plumy brown tail around her snowy-white paws, tilting her head to the side.
"Hello, Sagechaser," Cedarbranch acknowledged the tom with a respectful dip of her head. "I see that you're upset. Is there something bothering you that you would like to share?"
[ Cedar's chill, so feel free for Sage to ask for her to go with him to hunt or something lol. ]
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vm me to enter my lair. it has infinite movies and wifi! snacks will be given. sometimes..
@/Eucalyptuspaw came for the movies and snacks!! @/snowflake. enters, carrying a whole buncha snowballs @/ChromeSilver_Hwaa enters carrying a Tiramisu Cake @/Clamfish came for the drama, fruits, and macaroni and cheese
TickPaw could basically feel the silence of the whole thing, it was bad enough he had been caught staring. Usually he was significantly more careful about these things but never really trailed after who he was staring at- which was probably why he’d gotten caught. TickPaw felt his mind buzzing- mostly and mainly with worry and concern over the consequences, he supposed he was going to get scolded or snapped at. It was hard to keep a straight face during these things. He usually sobbed his eyes out at confrontation but thankfully his tears were less frequently falling. Mother would have bitten his head off by now and spat him out like rotten prey- he knew this because that had happened before, but mental fear over mother would develop into showing actual fear out of nowhere. Attention- he was trying to avoid attention and he wished he could slip back into the shadows and catch himself just before he stepped out of cover so he could slip away. TickPaw felt like he was bracing himself for something, although he wasn’t the best at picking up on what.
Then the question ‘why stare?’. Why stare? As in why was he staring or why did he stare? Wait- were those the same questions- TickPaw’s gaze perked up in almost a mild wave of surprise and resettled itself on MudSlide’s eyes. He shuffled his paws in a pitter-patter motion on the dirt and considered the question itself. There were many reasons he stared, Mother said it was because he wanted to observe lesser cats and draw in information on them. But he must admit that thought seemed a bit far-fetched. Staring simply felt natural to TickPaw. It was something he did to take in the features and actions of those around them. TickPaw was ever fascinated in mimicry and copying others especially when he was supposed to be deemed a predator in a flock of prey, mimicking prey and looking the most like it. Although he didn’t solely do it for that reason, staring was just.. right to him. It felt correct to observe and take in someone else, he assumed it could have been viewed as even a lengthy taste of acknowledgement. But from the reactions from Mother on the whole thing and reactions in general he assumed that wasn’t necessarily correct. TickPaw blinked slowly, trying to break his empty stare before re-fixing his gaze to his paws and readying his answer. ‘I stare because...’ he couldn’t pry any answers that sounded right in his mind, it frustrated him. Lacking an answer or correctness. ‘It’s interesting just to watch, I suppose.’ TickPaw paired it with a shrug and tried to project confidence in that answer, surely he could cast a veil over the bland tone of voice and obvious concern that he was answering wrong. All wrong. What was he meant to say? Was there a correct answer even?
TickPaw flicked his gaze back up and felt evermore tense than before, answering had done nothing to easing his nerves or his mind. His whole thought process was fixated on the fact that Mother would scold him for this or that and he simply could not deny it. If mother was here, many many harsh words and blunt facts would be snipped into his ears before he could breathe the apology out. But this cat certainly was not Mother, the thought prompted a split-second smile on his face that died where it had began and left him feeling more compressed mentally than before. Were conversations supposed to feel like your slowly being buried alive?
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\15 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
Mudslide blinked rather slowly at Tickpaw, her jaw tightening in thought whilst her eyes didn't hold anything behind their pale blue. Yeah, she wasn't sure what was up with this apprentice, but nothing that he was doing was particularly harmful in anyway, just uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Mudslide didn't like to stare because she herself didn't like to be stared at (which is why she closed her eyes mid conversation before slowly opening them again. A common practice), she honestly wished she could disappear. And she awas trying to, trying so hard for cats to forget about her. And it was working, until stuff like this happened. She didn't wish to be a well known name nor remembered, she just wanted to live a life without eyes that judge or curse or sneer. Then she could live with a loyalty to her clan but also stay unnoticed. But nooooo... She had to get snagged on important patrols, and gatherings, and other stuff. She just didn't want to get attached to anycat, nor did she want them to get attached to her.
So she just sat there, thinking with her long tail curled curtly around her paws. She was still awaiting an answer, but she honestly wouldn't mind it Tickpaw decided not to and instead turned away and never talked to her again. But she knew life wasn't that good. It seemed that Tickpaw was deep in thought as well since he hadn't said anything for a good long while. Mudslide relished the silence and was more than disappointed when he had actually answered her.
Huh. What an answer. Mudslide closed her eyes again. I mean... She could kind of relate? It's not like she didn't stare at things too, like annoying birds, gutted dragonflies, and amazing little beetles. But cats? No way, not a chance. Tickpaw was a weird one, that's for sure, but Mudslide was weird herself so she wasn't about to drag him for that. She just nodded before clearing her throat about a thousand times. "In...fluence? Scared?" She whispered, briefly glancing around for some water before focusing on her own paws when she realized there was none nearby.
What did she mean by her words? Well, she could believe that Tickpaw naturally had the odd urge to stare at things, but she didn't know why he was almost scared of her even though he'd been the one locking his eyes with her body for the past who knows how long. So why was he so tense? Why was he lacking words? Mudslide understood that there didn't really have to be a reason, but she'd like one if it was available. While Mudslide didn't know her clanmates well (and she didn't want to) she still felt safe around them, so why didn't Tickpaw?
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- Hartebeest by Yalokre
The kit sat in horror as it listened to the rules of the game… Rushing facepalmed. Good starclan. Once again wild was up to no good. Hitting us with rocks. That was so smart of wild, she might be the smartest kit in all of shadowclan. ”This is a stupid game! What if one of us getting a seriously hurt. What are we gonna tell the medicine cat?” Spark was distancing itself from the group of kits, little steps at a time. Now static was sitting this one out for good. ”You guys can have fun playing! I’ll just stand back here so I don’t get hit by a rock! Thanks!!” The kit exclaimed in a scared but happy tone.
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She took their answers as a yes, only casting an annoyed look at Hollowkit." Bloody hell....." She groaned Shut up and quit trying to piss me off!"
scoffing, She returned to her other siblings. " Alright blokes, here's the game," Wildkit slowly roved her gaze over the other kits; figuring out a way to make this game more than a hassle. " So we all take turns holding this rock here." needle claws scraping over a sizable stone " And what you do, is you fling it at somebody. Hard as you can. If the stone misses, you lose a point. But if the stone hits them on the bloody melon, or anywhere else, you get a point. You also get to give them a dare that they can't say no to. For instances 'go sniff the bum of the smelliest elder' or 'go eat a rats tail' and so on, and if the victim rejects the dare they automatically lose, and we all beat them up!"
okay.. so the last part was unnecessary, but it would add some good fun. " Now we all start off with two points, the goal is not to lose those points, and to gain double the amount. So whoever reaches four points wins. Any questions? No? Okay then. Game-bloody-on fellas." Ending the introduction there, she quickly stood. "Hmmmm.... Cranekit, you get the first toss." Rolling the stone in her direction, she got into postion and awaited the chaos.
she blinked at hollowkit, tilting her head as they spoke. what... did that mean? what did any of that mean? she spoke like an elder, rolling the words around her tongue before letting them fall out. all that did, was make it ever so much more indecipherable. "you nor the teeth?" who spoke like that? a grin replaced her look of confusion as hollowkit continued. "yes, yes. a fair deal. see, even this one would accept it, you can't lose. how can you turn that down, huh? or are you really just a coward?" it really would be a disappointment if static chickened out- cranekit would rather not have a loser as a sibling.
in all honestly, wildkit was strange too, but wildkit could also definitely beat her in a fight, so cranekit wouldn't be causing any trouble on that front. stopping the stone as it rolled towards her, golden eyes narrowed as she scanned her possible targets. winning or losing didn't matter so much as making this fun, and fun it would be. hollow was the obvious choice, wild was too wild-y and there were no fun dares for rushingkit. at least, hollow would have been the obvious choice had rushing kept sparks' mouth shut.
cranekit had made up her mind before rushing finished its first sentence. "stars, you're such a buzzkill, you know?" with a huff, she scooped up the stone, letting it rest for a moment before focusing her gaze on hollow once more. she wound her arm back in preparation, watching, waiting.
three. two. one.
"you better duck!" she released, springing the rock towards her sister- except, it wasn't going towards hollowkit. she pivoted moments before the rock left her paw, spinning to face rushingkit instead. the stone escaped captivity, flying towards the noggin of her littermate, an act of betrayal, an act of revenge.
yes, they would have family fun time today. rushingkit would not be backing out.
HOLLOWKIT
[ She/They AFAB ] | "black and white cat with shoulder scarring and, blue and amber eyes."
[ #VCGHollow ]
Hollowkit didn't say anything else for the next few breaths, her own thoughts wondering inside their skull waiting to be called upon. Blue and amber eyes glazed over as she stares into Wildkit's eyes, Hollowkit just stared. Nothing more, nothing less. The explanation was simple enough in their eyes. The coward spoke first, it made Hollowkit physically shake as a laugh echoed through her mind then out of her maw gently. A quiet sound that wasn't raspy like her normal voice, it faded afterwards as Hollowkit silenced herself once more.
They fix their posture, the once bent and drooping pose they held now replace with a taller stance as she stood instead of the former sitting position. Cranekit had the first turn and Hollowkit wasn't planning on damaging her face further than the scar that crossed the left side of their face. The words that left Cranekit's mouth didn't shock her, but they followed orders...roughly. Instead of ducking they stepped to the side.
Into the path of the stone. She couldn't have guessed the sudden shift in their siblings stance. She wouldn't have known, right...? Welp, it was too late now and the stone smacked Hollowkit's forehead. A wince escaped her muzzle as they swiftly tapped a paw to the spot that small rock collided with. No bleeding. That was good. "Fine. Damage...none." They stated outwardly. She knew the less exciting part of the game was too come so they had a the response ready. If they were going to say no and getting beat up then she would do it on their own terms.
"Beat up. No dare." The fool had taken the stone for Rushingkit...on accident. Sigh...
[ @Astraea , @elaif , @carmen ]
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but he was caught in carelessness
now the time came for a judgment,
and he pleaded for his life. ❞
Now, this was quite the rare sight to see. Midnightpath sitting in the clearing with her eyes closed, doing nothing more than laying on her side, basking in the warmth that the sun's rays offered… Weird. Midnightpath, sitting in camp, doing nothing at all? Astronomically absurd, even.
She had blinked open one of her eyes a moment ago, noting Rookfire who had taken up a spot near her to sunbathe, similarly. It made her feel a bit less guilty for taking this time to relax.. Oh, wouldn't if be a shame if a couple of furballs came bumbling by to disrupt their sunbathing?
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