REACH FOR THE SUMMIT [†] MUSING

[SHARPSHADOW]

" Do we even want to go home? "

He says it suddenly, while they are all still cradling their newfound bounties — salvation in the form of a rather underwhelming looking plant. The cold of the mountains has brought them closer together — which was possible, apparently. He can picture the cats back home he may look upon the scene with disgust, if they were here. Sharppaw finds the usual ever - persistent discomfort gone, for a change. In it’s place is a dry feeling of apathy. His eyes burn by the will of more than one thing. This place was not fun, but neither was home.

Sharppaw was not one of the few who had drawn too close to the sun – forgoing clan loyalty seemingly for the chance to rub pelts with a cat they had just met. At least — she does not think that is true. She does not think she would ache terribly if they all separated the next day. She does not think her heart would break, if she never listened to Chalk’s inane questions again. She did not come here with nobleness in her heart, and the goal to safe someone back home, no matter what it took. She would probably get looks from those people, and that’s fine.

He’s just someone whose life would probably stay the same, either way.

OOC † LOOK SEE, ISN'T IT INTERESTING? NO, YOU'RE NOT EVEN LISTENING

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• ( IS THAT NOT BRAVE ENOUGH FOR YOU? ) SHARPPAW: Mentored by Smogmaw
  —— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
  —— currently 15 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
  
  a dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between her chimera fur. Burdened with a broken tail. Recently, she has realized it can still function, though she has wholly believed in its utter uselessness for so long that it cannot without great effort. Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  — Obsessed with the perceived 'game' within ShadowClan, the rules of which she is unaware of. Striving to be someone more likeable due to this.
  heavy ic opinions! he sucks.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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For a moment, the boy wonders if he's accidentally spoken aloud - but no, it's not his voice ringing out. Head turns slowly, blue eyes landing upon black-furred frame only to blink. Honestly, it's not that he hasn't wondered, that he doesn't agree. Starclan or not, part of him expects their loved ones to be dead and gone long before their return. And the path back is long and treacherous - and unknown. They've been cut off by the cave in after all. But... he'd made a promise - and as gaze moves from the feline before him, to the herbs at their paws, before finally landing upon his flower-adorned tail... he decides that, well, he'd like to at least try and honor it. "We have to," he says instead, voice soft and steady. Have to - not want to. Wants don't matter, not now, not this far in. They'd come to find lungwort - and now that they have it, they will return with it. It's as simple as that.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[Mosspool]

"How could you say that?" Mosspaw asked, aghast. If she had not been so caught off guard and utterly bewildered by the suggestion, she would have been angry. Sharppaw's question was so unthinkable that a part of her was certain she must have misheard it. "Our clans are relying on us. We cannot simply abandon them. Why even would we?"

It would be unthinkable to her to leave her clan to rot to sickness while she held the life saving lungwort between her jaws. Worse even than that thought was that she would never see her family, her mentor, or any of her clanmates ever again. If she stayed out here and simply never returned, her life would be one of misery and guild. Hardly a life at all. Even if the journey back was as perilous or even more so than the one she had taken to get here, she had to make it.

Strangely, she once again found herself nodding in agreement with a Windclanner of all cats. "We have to." Mosspaw echoed.​

 

[FERNGILL]

Sharppaw was a tom whom Fernpaw often found issue with reading. Though it had taken him this long to be useful as a warrior, even as he bore still his apprentice name, one thing that he'd always been rather good at was conversation. With another cat who wasn't very receptive to it, though... who had fear in her eyes, even when Fernpaw was dressed with a smile, plain and without threat... it was confusing. That wasn't to say he didn't like her, though. She'd done little to scorn him, and... everyone had their quirks, right?

This was quite the quirk, though. Pondering aloud whether it was worth it to return. Fernpaw couldn't fathom doing anything else- he couldn't think of why someone wouldn't want to. Why someone would stay here. It was surely his optimism- unlike many others, the idea that his loved ones might die in the meantime had not occurred to him. Or, he had not let it occur to him.

At Mosspaw's assertion, he nodded. We have to, both her and Periwinklebreeze said, and Fernpaw studied Sharppaw's face for a few long moments. What did he want? "Coming all the way out here, and not going back..." Fernpaw shook his head. "It'd be pointless, wouldn't it?" His tone was steeped in earnestness. What else, possibly, could they do?​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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Damn, what were these younger cats on? Well, he guesses he can't lump Mosspaw in together with the collective, green eyes swinging to snap at the three of them speaking together. Brows lofted in incredulous disbelief, and he picked himself up, padding closer. Echoes of cats he knew back home snapped together in his mind, forming a kind of patchwork story that he knew as the reason why they had to go back.

"What makes you want to avoid home?" Batwing asks, his voice even and meticulous. Keeping his emotions off of the surface was never easy, but it's what he required, right now. Parts of him wanted to shout and accuse Sharppaw of being a bad clanner, but it was far from his place. He knew that. "There are sick, dying cats at home. We hold in our paw the cure for all of that, and you think we might not want to go back?" Okay, he had lied earlier. Holding back was never his strong suit.

Nostrils flared momentarily, before he spoke again. "Don't lump us as a collective if you feel a certain way." He had volunteered with the intent of always returning home. Whether or not it was with lungwort, or it was without his clanmates, he had someone waiting for him. He had a clan waiting for him, he had a forest waiting, where the ghosts of his family haunted him. He would never turn that need away to return to where he was born.

"speech"​

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[SHARPSHADOW]

It is not uproarious, all at once. The first voice he hears is a gentle one. Uncharacteristic — Sharppaw thinks, judging from the scent of heather that only lightly clung to him now. “ We have to ” is his answer, and it is a predictable one. Of course she knows what they have to do. If she cared to think too much about it, she might think it was a quiet way of saying what he really wanted to. There’s a lull of her head. The nod he gives is barely there; curt acknowledgement. Sure. She knew that.

Mosspaw is much more dramatic. And he thinks — from the tunnels, he’s known that. This is the reaction he expected. His nose barely scrunches. A paw draped atop the other; he feels his wrists rub together. “ We cannot simply abandon them. ” " I never said we should. " Wants and shoulds really weren’t related, most of the time.

“ Coming all the way out here, and not going back... ” Sharppaw looks over at Fernpaw, and she finds that she doesn’t simmer beneath her fur in the same way. “ It'd be pointless, wouldn't it? ” Fur rubbing against fur. She spares a glance to where lungwort is bundled, nearby. " Yeah. " It really would be.

The voice of a ThunderClan warrior clamors above them all. Sharppaw is quickly beginning to find them the most annoying, of the four. They all stomped around as if they were the most important cats in the forest. Sharppaw’s tail is dead and skinny behind him; no flicker offered for the vitriol this warrior spits. She looks at him with scrunched eyes. He seemed more pissed off by her use of words, than anything else. It needed to be made clear that she was indeed, alone.

He doesn’t feel like replying to him. He thinks the fact that he'd asked at all means he made no such assumptions. He certainly did not care enough to do so. Of course, the question a foolish one, as no ThunderClanner has ever felt fear in the entirety of their lives. How had he forgotten? This is tiring.

Sharppaw unceremoniously lies down, loose stones digging into her pelt.

OOC † LOOK SEE, ISN'T IT INTERESTING? NO, YOU'RE NOT EVEN LISTENING

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• ( IS THAT NOT BRAVE ENOUGH FOR YOU? ) SHARPPAW: Mentored by Smogmaw
  —— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
  —— currently 15 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
  
  a dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between her chimera fur. Burdened with a broken tail. Recently, she has realized it can still function, though she has wholly believed in its utter uselessness for so long that it cannot without great effort. Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  — Obsessed with the perceived 'game' within ShadowClan, the rules of which she is unaware of. Striving to be someone more likeable due to this.
  heavy ic opinions! he sucks.

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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ Hailstorm's ears perk up at the sound of Sharppaw's voice and what she says suddenly is what takes Hailstorm by surprise. Although, it does make him think about how it would be... Living in the mountains and away from the illness, clan conflict, and much more. The potential of it though he doesn't think the cold would be suitable for a family but if Little Wolf ever decided to ask him to elope with her and leave it all behind, he would do it in a heartbeat. Some would think him idiotic for the choice but so long as she was at his side, he would be happy and he had promised to spend the rest of eternity with her of which he was set on. He's pulled from his thoughts when Batwing arrives and got rather heated about Sharppaw's earlier musing that had been spoken outloud on several ears, he's right and the small thoughts of ever leaving Thunderclan simmer at the back of his mind. He has to remember what his mate had told him within the caves when they return home it would be together as mates and he can't help but feel a slight unease in his gut, they still needed to get back home and he'd make sure of it.

The pale furred tomcat walks forward and brushes his pelt gently against Batwing's side and glances at his friend with a softed expression as he mumbles under his breath "We'll get home. Soon," Hopefully it would be enough to calm the other seeing as Sharppaw had no interest in responding to the smoke tomcat after his more aggressive approach at the situation. It would've been pointless for all of them to have come out here through peril and near losses just for them not to return home where everyone was barely making it by with yellowcough. And it makes him think for a heartbeat... Would they even be able to make it out here? He doubts it.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 48 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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