✦ ° — DAY OF FOOLS / OPPOSITE PERSONALITY AU

[SLATE]

"Good morning!" The lead warrior greeted the nearest cat with a jovial chirp as he made his way out of the warriors den. Ah, what a beautiful newleaf day! And what better clan to relish in the warm sun and fresh scent of pine needles than SkyClan? This clan was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, truly. He loved it here! And everyone here loved him! Well, mostly everyone, anyway. His bright and outspoken demeanor was a bit too much for some of his clanmates, but Slate still respected them either way.

The lumbering tom had looked down at the ground just in time, side-stepping as he nearly squashed a little fledgling. It chirped, seemingly in alarm, and flapped its wings frantically. "Aww, look. This poor thing must've fallen from its nest." The Maine Coon meowed with a frown, gently lowering himself to the ground as to avoid spooking it even more. "What should we do?" There was no use in killing it — what good would it do? It didn't have any meat on its bones to feed even the tiniest kit! Could someone climb up the tree and place it back in its nest, possibly?

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞

• just as the title implies! happy april fool's, it's personality flip day!

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  slate
  

  — he/him; lead warrior of skyclan
  — a hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[CHRYSALISWING]

What a great day to make new friends and greet old ones! Chrysaliswing practically ran outside with a pep and a skip in his steps, and his pure happiness infected the very land he walked on. The always-grinning Skyclan warrior inhaled a big, fresh breath of air, like it was the very last breath he would ever take. He took life as that - every day might be his last, so he might as well spread wonder and merriment everywhere he tread. Sunshine brushed his flame-blazed pelt, as he said his hellos and his daily compliments to his favorite clan in the whole wide forest. "Hi, Chrysaliswing!" Trilled the queens and the apprentices and the elders alike. However, joyous footfall stopped besides the larger Slate, as he owlishly tilted his head with wide, moon-round eyes. "Awww, it's so cute!" Chrys chirped, as chipper as the morning's orchestra of songbirds. "Let's keep it! We can raise it all together as one big, happy family!" An unabashed, untarnished smile spread across night-hued face.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

• this is so cursed
  
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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 22 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[FIGFEATHER]

The lazy ginger she-cat was basking in the sunlight. Twitchbolt would be making a call for patrols any minute now and she was dreading it. Who wanted to go out and hunt? To defend their borders? She’d much rather sleep all day.

Her rest is disturbed eventually, not by Twitchbolt as she was expecting though… but by Chrysaliswing and Slate. The two Tom’s were like buzzing inside of her ear, always trilling and chirping about something. She didn’t understand how cats like them always acted so happy. It was annoying.

Disgruntled, she rises to her paws to go and see what the fuss was about. Turns out they’re gawking over a flightless, baby bird that had wound up on the ground.

She does not think to ask for Slate’s input, despite his status over her. Figfeather decides she’ll put this to an end and reaches out to smack the little bird. ”Just put an end to its miserable life and kill it. The kit’s can play with it.” Give her teething kits something to gnaw on.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Honeysplash]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- “For Starclans sake- do you ever shut up?” They snapped hotly from where they had been trying to think. Though these two tomcats where chattier than any queen they had ever met! Also what were they even looking at? Figfeather had also gotten up and wondered over to them as well. Honeysplash rolled her mossy green eyes at the gathered group of cats in annoyance. Couldnt there be a moment of quiet for once?

Though they might as well go see what in the hells they were doing. The young warrior move over to follow behind Figfeather, looking over their shoulder at what appeared to be- a baby bird. Really? Thats what all this was about? “Oh you got to be kidding me” They snorted disgusted with the sight. Honeysplash shook her head, before looking to the red tabby cat beside them. Suppose she had a point- they would like to have something to chew on.

“Its gonna die anyway” They commented back with a small gesture of their paw.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── RAY OF SUNSHINE ⋅❁⋅ MOONLIGHT SONATTA ──┐‎

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  HONEYSPLASH ✩ she/they, Warrior of Skyclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃A lithe, cream tabby cat with high white and green eyes.
  ⭃Younger siister to Orangestar, Applefrost and Apritcotflower and littermates with Blueberrybounce and Cloudberrythorn // Former mate to; Quillstrike
  ⭃peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Ekat]

The chattering of the group of gathered warriors, especially Honeysplash's irritable outburst, invites Ekat to the edge of their circle on carefree paws, an amused and mildly curious smile gracing her expression. The midnight-furred she-cat would've preferred to continue sharing tongues with their Clanmates on the warm dirt floor of the hollow, basking in the newleaf sunshine without a care in the world — but she could hardly keep herself away from anything potentially exciting, could she?

When she reaches Honeysplash's side, Ekat shoulders her way past the tabby and peers at the young bird fluttering indignantly on the ground after having been smacked by Figfeather's careless paw. "Poor thing," Ekat drawls, nudging at the baby with an outstretched paw to make sure it can still hold itself upright after the she-cat's attack. She then turns her head skyward, squinting at the branches above for any sign of a nest. "I can try bringing it back up there," Ekat offers. She's nothing if not willing to take the helm where her other Clanmates aren't.​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

Skipping over, Silversmoke's large smile beamed down at the young bird. "Awww, it's just a wee baby!" He squealed, near-enough cooing over the little one as if it were his own kin. Moving closer to his best friends, Slate and Chrysaliswing, the spotted tabby inevitably found himself in disagreement with them - they couldn't separate this poor innocent thing from its family! Hunching in on himself as snappier members of SkyClan came forward, the Lead Warrior's warily met their eye. He didn't speak up, swallowing a lump in his throat, Silversmoke brushed against Slate for comfort as others considered killing the helpless creature. It was only when Ekat spoke up did the Lead Warrior jump once more out of his shell. Silversmoke cast a glowing look towards Ekat. "Aye, and if you cannae do it, I'll give it a whirl!" He loved climbing trees, it was his favourite activity after socialising with Daylight Warriors and sleeping. "It's important for the little one to be back with its ma, we'd want the same for our kits, wouldn't we?"

[ we live in a society ]

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[SLATE]

The next cat to bound up next to him is Chrysaliswing, who shared his same sentiment — the little bird was adorable! Slate could only imagine the jealousy of the other clans when they learned that they had a resident baby bird living in their camp! "That'd be soooo cute!" The lead warrior chirped, waving his fluffy tail in excitement.

However, it was apparent that not all SkyClanners shared the same sentiment regarding the fledgling. Figfeather expressed her distaste for the creature, even so much as hitting it. Slate nearly jumped out of his skin, fearful for the baby's safety. "Figfeather, please stop..." The lead warrior mewed, mangled ears drooping sadly as his own clanmate chose cruelty over kindness. However, the giant tom was far too meek to do much else. "The little bird deserves a chance at life, too! W-W-Why would you say that?" Slate explained in an attempt to garner empathy for the fallen bird, though the sheer pressure of confrontation and the emotions surrounding the situation caused his voice to crack.

Before long, some of Slate's more good-natured clanmates offered to help the little creature back to its nest. Hopeful, the Maine Coon nodded in agreement and smiled, still teary-eyed, "That's a wonderful idea, Ekat." Slate looked to his fellow lead warrior, Silversmoke, and grinned even wider as the tabby offered his assistance. "You're so brave, Silversmoke. What would SkyClan do without you?" The black-pelted male purred loudly.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞

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  slate
  

  — he/him; lead warrior of skyclan
  — a hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[Jaypaw !]

"Ugh, you guys are so obnoxious." Jaypaw would growl in annoyance looking at the warriors as she grins at Figfeather who swats the baby bird. Why would they pamper it when it was a free meal given to them by Starclan, clearly? Were they so blind they couldn't acknowledge the gifts given to them by their ancestors? "You dare refuse a gift given to us by Starclan? You disgrace!" She would hiss at the ideas of them trying to put the bird back in the nest for its mother to come back to it. It was survival of the fittest and clearly it fell down so it was doomed to be a snack.

"Just kill it! It could have a broken wing and the mother would smell it on us and refuse to sit it anyways." Jaypaw would scoff at the older warriors, her lip curled in an annoyed scowl. Such crybabies! How was Skyclan gonna get anywhere with these big babies of lead warriors being in the council of Orangestar. Ugh.
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"speech", thoughts, attacking