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SNEEZEDUCKHE/HIM SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Cream paws thrum rythmetically through the thawing marsh-wood, keen ears listening in for the sounds of nearby birdsong and chittering critters. Sneezeduck had long since split from his patrol, too pre-occupied within his own mind to consider teamwork a...

SNEEZEDUCKHE/HIM SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR As soon as he heard the news, Sneezeduck was quick to drop his activities and duties in favor of the pacing that he had grown so accustomed to. Much to his comfort, Duckshimmer found solace in Marbleleaf's den; but much to his fears, he had been shoo'd out by...

SNEEZEDUCKHE/HIM SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Snoozing by the nursery is, at times, no easy feat. Between the expecting queens and defiant kittens, there are plenty of spats to be heard; only fueling the rebellious nature of the Clan's youngest, it seems. Sneezeduck watches young Thistlekit emerge from...

SNEEZEDUCKHE/HIM SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Most of Sneezeduck's days now are spent settled near the nursery, forgoing food and duties (as much as possible before being chastised by his superiors, anyway) to ensure the safety of his mother inside. He'd done well to ward of Singeglare, whose fiery...

SNEEZEDUCKHE/HIM SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR Cream-colored paws stomp into the mushy, half-thawed ground beneath, pressing into indents already worn into the dirt from multiple days passed. The days since Sneezeduck's argument with Singeglare had been slow and miserable, as he forgoes food and sleep to...

SNEEZEDUCKHE/HIM SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR It had been a considerable amount of time since Sneezeduck last saw this place. Fearfully, he almost began to think that he had been abandoned by his ancestors, whom have not spoken to him in three moons. Between the waking days spent anxiously pacing and the...

How quickly this conversation turns sour - but what could he expect? Sneezeduck's stubbornness shines through narrowed eyes and a lashing tail, as Singeglare's fury burns through his own. StarClan is doing a shit job, Singeglare spits, and the boy cannot stop the bristling of his pelt. "How...

This feeling of something akin to disgust - it scares Sneezeduck, but it comes in full force when his brother snaps a blunt 'what?' his way. His eyes soften with disappointment at first, but then hardens with the same. He feels the urge to curl his lip, to look the other way, to.. stars, when...

The camp buzzes quietly with the last remnants of tongue sharing, but Sneezeduck can't quite seem to settle down. He paces in circles for a while, kindly dismissing any concerned mews from his Clanmates, then paces some more. As the sun sets, he expects sleep to take its hold - but the...

The stench of death lingers thick in the air as Sneezeduck emerges wearily from the warrior's den, wrinkling his nose. He sees it just as the others do - the rotted corpses of their fresh-kill pile, tainted with something sinister that only the stars could cast upon. As he ventures forward...

"Singeglare." A sideways glance is thrown the fiery warrior's way as the two brothers trek through the territory, side-by-side. As hard as he tries to be unreadable, a distaste lingers underneath the surface of Sneezeduck's gaze. Judgmental. Hurt. And certainly not unearned. Should his brother...

Sneezeduck trails after Duckshimmer, as if he were still her little kit - her little duckling - following her pawsteps. Round eyes watch from the entrance of the nursery as she readily accepts her place in the den. She's done it all before - and she's in good paws, but.. Sneezeduck can't help...

The time spent waiting for the battle party's return had been an anxious one. A lot of pacing. A lot of what-if's coursing through his mind. Whatever he expected, it did not brace him enough for the sights. A long-forgotten ill feeling comes back to him at the sight of the wounded, and he soon...

There's nothing to say about Sneezeduck's day that is out of the ordinary. He's hunted, he's chattered, he's lounged - the one thing he hadn't seen to yet today was paying a visit to Marbleleaf. Perhaps something from his earlier patrol would suffice for a meal - maybe one of his own catches, if...

The startled woman's hiss pierces through Sneezeduck, startling him in turn. As her wild eyes turn to him, his own are round and shrouded in doubt as he considers forgetting this whole thing and leaving her be. But Sneezeduck is nothing if he isn't stubbornly helpful, so the boy stands his...