Recent content by SHARPSHADOW

Not just their prey, but their land is tainted, apparently... Their cats are sick. Their medicine cat knows nothing. Well, that part isn't new... A small, petty part of her calls to do nothing but sit pretty, while she still serves as a Lead Warrior beneath Ternstar. If he apparently cared so...

The worst part is the urgency with which he moves. Rushing, rushing... like something was really wrong. Like Amberhaze was really worried. She feels guilty, making him waste time and energy on something like this. As much as she could never be somebody, her brand of facelessness was meant for...

Swansong is not here to comfort him. Her face is dark in a way that makes it obvious. The softness of their voice is nothing special, offered just for him... it trickles into the ears of all she meets, moth-tones probably made that way so you felt stupid when it annoyed you. How much of an idiot...

It's a bit of a surprise when Halfsun approaches him... Really, it's a bit of a surprise when anyone approaches him. With nearly two moons of ( miraculous, blessed ) deputyship on him, and a whole lot more of Halfsun around him, neither of these things should still be the case, realistically...

Her amble becomes a trot. Her trot becomes a jog. Soon, she's running beneath the moonlit sky, guided by nothing but the feeling in her paws and the sound they make as they crash through mud and stagnant water. Her tail holds just high enough to stay free of the mud. The broken end whips at...

He flattens his ears against the bite of Ternstar's words. The leader turns up her nose, and Sharpshadow wonders how someone could fluff with this confidence so quickly. Chilledstar had stood at Pitchstar's side before everything. Even Smogstar— deputy for as long as most would remember— tripped...

There's a slippery slope between inducing panic, and keeping the Clan aware... Sharpshadow risks the former in exchange for the latter, the threat too worrying to try to downplay or ignore... The churning in her gut isn't carrion, isn't sickness, isn't hunger; it's pure anxiety threatening to...

This is pointless, really, Ternstar snapping her teeth at him instead of dwelling on solutions. Sharpshadow wouldn't pretend a leader couldn't be frustrated, or anything... But is it something they should be? Like this, anyway? Smogstar and Mirestar— their voices level, gazes steady— had...

The question catches her off guard— has her face lifting a bit, ears straining as if to make sure she'd heard him right. "Swansong?" It makes her grimace, the idea that she'd devote time to hating someone like Swansong, over the dozens of other cats that deserved it more. Even worse, the idea...

Sharpshadow's not sure he'd call himself naturally observant... but the den of snakes that is ShadowClan has forced him to try to be. It's the territory mostly... Things that lurk, things that snap, but it's cats were not free from scrutiny, either. Traitors were not new to ShadowClan. Neither...

He almost wants to step between the three of them and shoo the kits away like an overbearing mother... But as far as Ternstar was concerned, this cat is a clanmate, and so the rest of them of them are being forced to believe the same. Sharpshadow couldn't shield kits from a cat that would be...

Sharpshadow was getting pretty used to these things... mentor and apprentice pairs appearing at the Thunderpath to sightsee, essentially. The Thunderpath, pretty conveniently, is usually empty enough to give Sharpshadow the pleasure of hearing blatant insults fed to the minds of WhateverClan's...

Silentkit is maybe the noisiest he's ever been today. But he's not talking... no, he's stumbling around camp like a frog without its head on, hissing, his breaths ragged. Hell, Sharpshadow feels like wincing just hearing the cough that wedges itself in its the kit's throat. He'd been one of the...

Something StarClan's never seen before. It makes him feel small in a way he isn't ready for. He's seen so little outside of this territory, really... He knew nothing of WindClan or ThunderClan's territories much farther past the thunderpath. RiverClan and SkyClan were more like afterthoughts...

Sharpshadow blinks in reply, frown creasing further. She hates to look like Ternstar's wormed her way underneath her skin— but at the same time, didn't owe it to her to not look annoyed. She bites her tongue, doesn't bother to explain that she doesn't give a rat's tail about the code. She'd run...