pafp 𓆞 i am in control ࿐࿔ tasty treat

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• There must be brighter days ahead... it is all she can hope to cling to with desperate claws to dig into fate's web and rip to tear the bad paths out. Whatever spider there is that diligently weaves it seems keen to undo the damage, to make sure every single reality has equal chance at thriving, even at the cost of further hurt. Fogshore is welcome company, in that silence can be shared without awkwardness as they travel along the well-worn paths of toppled ferns and snapped reeds towards whatever destined finale they are headed for. Lichenstar can't help but wonder if StarClan pities her from the place they sit and watch from... or if they laugh at some obvious preventative step she could've taken and hadn't seen.
  
  Her paws stop at the enticing smell of something hearty... something meaty, almost fishy but distinctly different... It is not masked in old Twoleg stench like she feared it might... does not linger in a wire-boned cage as a beacon of distraction and deceit. It is simply... some odd saucer... with that tantalizing scent wafting form a pile of meat-mash she is unfamiliar with. A part of her wonders if maybe Robinheart might recognize this thing... if it is something kittypet's dine upon regularly since it is certainly no forest-formed gift.
  
  "It... smells safe," she suggests, turning towards wispy-furred phantom at their side with a glimmering sense of hungry curiosity. "Should we... try it?" Well... or maybe she should try it? It's hard to tell what a 'good' use of a leader's life would be.. and this seems harmless enough not to be a necessary use. Besides... if it's any good, maybe they could drag it away to share with others.
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[FOGSHORE]

Following behind his leader with a neutral expression that graced his face as always. Trudged along the well-worn path of ferns and snapped reeds, as he took in his surroundings with a blank stare. The chimera was quite surprised when Lichenstar chose him to accompany her. Where to? He doesn't quite know.

Their little journey stopped, as his Leader halted ahead of him. Fogshore ceased his paw steps, as his nose caught a whiff of something... meaty but with an undertone of fish. It was different, but not in a bad way. He peered at the thing, with curiosity swimming in his odd-colored eyes. It was just sitting there... in a strange saucer, unprotected by Twolegs. Something about it is.. familiar. But where do I remember it from? Hm. He feathered tom lets out a gentle hum, as he replies to what Lichenstar asked him.

"I think we should try it out, I see no problems with it." He frankly sees no issues with just dabbling in eating something fancy as kittypet food. He nods his head, allowing a little smile to spread across his face. The lavish meal set in a lone saucer might be as delicious as it smells. Who knows really?

LOVE LUCK & FATE ꒰ ✦ ꒱ TAKING IN A WATERED SOUL

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• no ref yet </3
• ( night swimming.. hm ) ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ FOGSHORE. ╱ riverclan warrior.
  𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM, accepts gendered terms ; 34 MOONS & AGES EVERY 16TH.
  𓇼 bisexual / sort of looking / open to crushes & romance
  𓇼 a LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  𓇼 battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech" ; attacks only
  𓇼 may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇼 smells like freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  notes: has light-sensitive eyes, tilts head towards the ground. tends to squint in the sunlight, sticks to shaded areas.

  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

A shadow steps in Lichenstar and Fogshore’s pawprints — or so it seems, for how closely Snakeblink follows after them. He was not invited along; he has simply invited himself, out of a poor attempt at settling the anxiety that runs in his blood with the many disappearances at the paws of twolegs. He feels as if his clanmates will disappear the second he stops looking at them, and if Lichenstar (his friend when he has so few, his leader when they have lost so many) were to disappear he thinks he would actually snap and start biting twolegs indiscriminately until they either broke his neck or let him close enough to their nests to break their cages apart and free his clanmates.

With that knowledge in mind, it’s no surprise that he balks at the thought of trying the strange (nice) smelling mush left in the middle of their territory. Stars spelling ‘twolegs did this’ would not make for a clearer sign.

”Why would they have left it here?” He asks, taking a step forward as if planning to bodily put himself between Fogshore and the saucerful he seems intent on tasting. ”That we cannot smell danger in it does not mean it is not a trap of some sort.” A delicious trap. Albeit a strange sort of delicious… Is this truly what kittypets eat all day? It has no scale, nor even a drop of blood, yet it does not smell rotten or even un-fresh.​

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 51 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[Mosspool]

𓆝 . ° ✦ The sound of voices had drawn Mosspool over from where she had been hunting nearby. Pushing through some reeds, she found Lichenstar and Fogshore - two welcome faces - as well as Snakeblink. When she followed their gazes however, her brow furrowed as she found more rubbish left behind by the twolegs. At this point burying what they had left behind had become a regular part of patrols. She stepped forward to do just that, before her leader suggested they eat it.

Mosspool blinked in surprise, giving her a strange look. She expected more wisdom from a leader of Riverclan. Her concern only grew when Fogshore agreed. For a moment she was worried that she alone would be against eating the strange twoleg food. Surprisingly, it was Snakeblink who served as a voice of reason. "I agree." She stated with a nod to her fellow lead warrior. He was, in her eyes, the least capable of the council, but that did not mean she could not acknowledge when he was correct. "We would be wise not to bother with twoleg things. It would be safer to just get rid of it."

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  MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER ･ 17 MOONS ･ WARRIOR of RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY @empyrean !

  Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.

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