camp A PENNY IN THE COUCH \ celebration

[MORELPAW]

Why now? Why celebrate now?

In any other circumstance, Morelpaw might stand alongside his kin in her pleas for celebration, in her notion to reflect on what ShadowClan currently has. But all he can do is reflect on what ShadowClan doesn't have, his paws still thick with the scent of battle and the soil shrouding loss of life.

His Mama is gone, hardly hidden away from Morelpaw's sight for more than a mere moment. And Marblepaw wants to celebrate?

His thoughts, his questions — his... anger, and sorrow — keep the boy from paying much attention to who's grabbing what from the pile, but it's the sound of his brother's name that snaps him back to reality. Pale eyes dart to his brother's form, trailing off toward the medicine den, a similar form behind him. Why are you always so... happy? He wants to ask his sister, though he knows better — he knows she's grieving too. White paws are following their trail before he realizes it.

Once he'd been so protective of them. He still is — Morelpaw thinks he always will be — but now more than ever, he feels the need to form a barrier with them, a shield away from all the bad they'd faced in recent days. Their mother should be here. Needledrift should be here.

" We can... Maybe we can all share...? " the tom slowly asks with a sniffle, his gaze shifting between his littermates, " If... If you're not too hungry, that is. That's okay too. " The apprentice is hardly hungry anyways. For now, even sitting with the duo would make him feel better than the festivities outside.
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[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ Shadowclan seemed to exist, per its namesake, with a perpetual gloom. Marblepaw attempts to kick off the evening with a celebration, which leaves Singeglare wincing. Immediately, his gaze wanders to Bloodwing. He watches her with a pit in his stomach as she guards her brother against their well-intentioned clanmates. Singeglare wonders if this is the consequence of bad timing...or simply inevitability. Digging his claws into the ground, frustration wells between tightly clenched teeth, filling his mouth with the taste of blood. It pissed him off that they couldn't enjoy the day. It pissed him off that despair loomed ever constant above the members of Shadowclan's heads, as though the divine were punishing them for...for...for what?
Damn...he hoped this was some foul-hearted Starclanner's malicious plan for them all, giving the endless cruel coincidences a face to punch. He'd give anything to blame all this bullshit on someone he could rake his claws down.

"Graced us my ass," Singeglare would huff, padding over to his favorite punching bag, @Snowlark. and plopping down beside him, "Share" It's not a request as he aims to snatch his sorta-enemy-sorta-friend's acquired prey. "Frankly, I'm starting to wonder what they're even good for" this he says a little more quietly, frustration crackling like the beginnings of a wildfire in motion behind his tongue. It feels wrong to say it, what with Chilledstar and Needledrift now among their ancestors, but damn, it really felt like there wasn't much anything their star-pelted clanmates could do for them.

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 10/4/24

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  "SPEECH"
  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singeglare
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Heterosexual
  ☄ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowflutter, Sneezeduck)
  ☄ Shadowclan — warrior
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically medium | mentally somewhat easy
  ☄ Attack inbold #b8312f
  injuries: none
  

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[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ This felt wrong. The suggestion of a celebration felt wrong. Eating prey acquired by bloodshed and violence felt wrong. The way his clanmates chattered amongst one another in a flurry of both hostility and reassurance felt wrong- it felt overwhelming. Amberhaze would stare at the fresh kill pile with an intensity that was uncharacteristic of him, for he was never really known for his appetite. In fact, he would avoid eating as much as he could- the importance of rationing was never lost on him- and it was needed now more than ever.

The thought of a meal earned by stealing away souls much more important, much more sentient than that of the miniscule beings that his clanmates now called food made his stomach roil. As he dove deeper into deluded reflection, he was certain he could feel the flesh of Addersnap splitting beneath his claws all over again, the force at which they began to instinctively flex causing them to ache. Those fresh memories could never be satiated by means of external pleasures- and these things certainly wouldn't bring back the dead. The dead. Needledrift, who died not for honor or to protect her clanmates, but for...stolen prey to be diminished into nothingness within a night.

I can't do this. With a sharp intake of breath, the lanky shadow of a feline made a swift beeline for the camp's exit, scrambling desperately through fortified walls and disappearing into the cover of night.

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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

 

[RAINBOWKIT]

✦ — Rainbowkit didn't understand the loss that Branchpaw and the rest of them were going through when they had returned from the ambush, a small frown pulling at his lips as he pushes through the crowd so he could get his fangs on a plump rat and half-drags and carries it away to where he and his siblings could eat. His dark eyes follow Amberhaze as he slips out of camp and his brows knit together with confusion though he knows that there had been losses like Needledrift, the former queen had been a kind soul and its a shame that she was gone.

"It's a shame that she y'know died... but uhm... I'll eat this fat rat in her memory!" The bicolored tom mumbles to his littermates and leans forward to take a big bite from the rodent, the way that the meat seems in melt on his tongue makes a happy little noise leaves his throat. "To better days in Shadowclan and the future." He mumbles under his breath after swallowing the big bite of rat and glances towards the rest of his clanmates unaware of the storm that would be approaching them and more than just a blizzard stirring problems.

AM I A TOY TO YOU, MY LOVE? ✦ JUST A THING TO PLAY AND THEN THROW AWAY

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  ✦ a unruly furred black and white tomkit with brown eyes & low white
  ✦ rainbowkit, despite his vibrant name, is anything but he tends to come off as dull or boring to those around him since he's moreso fixed on absorbing any knowledge offered to him. he won't entertain kit games and if he continues to be pressured into playing them, he isn't afraid to swat away his denmates with his six-toed paws and sharp words; all his opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 4 moons old; ages the 8th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; too young to consider love
  ✦ child of snakehiss and maggotfur
  ✦ brother to ivorykit and cornflowerkit
  ✦ semi-hard to befriend due to how stiff/standoffish he is ; stubborn/will pick fights if he sees necessary
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[EERIENIGHT]

The world's premature end has subsided for now, but hardly does it feel so. Even Eerienight feels the loss the clan stands in front of, faces missing from his daily observances of the camp now found in his daily visits to the clan's graveyard. Another gone. A mother, a friend. At what cost does the stars deem such fair?

And at what cost does the medicine apprentice deem appreciation of what they have fair? As he sits at the outskirts of the clearing in what shadows he can still find, dark eyes watch onwards instead of focusing on feasting on the meal in front of his spindly limbs - shifting from those celebrating to those mourning. Such a shame, to have lost so much, he thinks.
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[SCREECHSTORM]

Screechstorm tries his best to be optimistic where he can, he thinks, but lately making the attempt has been a struggle. Everything seems to be going wrong, does it not? His mother is gone, someone else's mother is dead, and the world around him only seems to grow colder with each passing day.

But, Marblepaw's suggestion is a needed break. A moment to pretend things are fine, even if brief. There's plenty food on the fresh-kill pile, they might as well celebrate that - Stars know the next time they'll be able to.

It's his near-mirror he seeks out to spend the moment in, a toothy grin only slightly wavering as he greets her. " Care to share in the festivities? " he asks his littermate, a mismatched gaze cast upon her chosen meal for a moment before flickering back to Briarthorn. She's all he's got now, anyway.
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[BOUNCEKIT]

Ma and Da were too busy looming over Juniperkit to join in on the celebration, so Bouncekit was off on her own. Dragging a large rat by its knotted tail, she bumps right into Rainbowkit having not seen him and his siblings gathering behind her.

Bouncekit doesn't acknowledge the collision and sits down right next to the group of kits as if it didn't happen. "What'cha mumbling 'bout, Rainbowkit?" She chirps to the bi-colored kitten, "You're so quiet!" Bouncekit didn't understand cats who were quiet. Why speak softly when you can be loud! Bouncekit wishes she had a loud enough voice so that everyone in camp could hear her, like Mirestar did whenever they addressed the Clan!

"Our rats sure look tasty." She continues to ramble with a lick of her lips. "I'm gonna eat this one alllll by myself! Because uh- I'm a big kit." Rainbowkit, despite only being her younger by a moon, was still a little kit, they'd definitely have to share a rat in order to eat it all. Bouncekit thinks so, anyways.