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[Boopaw]

The shuffling of leaves mixed with the quiet drag of something fumbling and tumbling through the woods, occassionally a shrill voice rose up in frustration as a branch or bush shook; implying being caught or tangled in his venture forward. After a a few moments of silence the sound of snapping and flailing paws quelled and he continued his quick pace deeper into the terriory.
The young black cat arrived at the camp, entire upper body covered in a white sheet with holes in various places that allowed him to see, an ear pinned under with another peeking from a secondary hole near his head.

Boo, or Boopaw as he was known while here, had joined SkyClan and then promptly been unable to leave his twoleg nest for several moons since. A combination of a haunting (several twolegs had joined them suddenly and they made quite the clamor) and him having been taken to the vet for reasons even he didn't understand (they stuck him with things! It was dreadful!) had left the cloaked apprentice without much time on his paws but it had left him with joy of witnessing something that had changed his entire life. You could become a ghost, it required only a simple cover, and suddenly he was not so scared of the woods or its denizens much anymore. There was no fear when you were dead, that was the facts of life. You could not be killed, already dead. Could not be hurt, dead don't feel pain! Didn't need anything until he took his blanket off, dead didn't eat or sleep. When he got tired he went home and shed it and then he could be a normal cat, but until then he was a phantom preparing to set forth on adventure with nary a sliver of unease in his heart like when he had first come across SkyClan. No one probably remembered him, he was an after thought who lingered for a second and then departed with broken promises to return, but now he was something else entirely.

"Heeeeyyyyyyy e'rrybody! It's almost leafbare!" What a terrible time for cats who had short fur and were alive, he thought to himself while shivering under his blanket.
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[Sorrelsong]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Circe jumped. She stared at the.... what was that? Some sort of blob? It smelled like cat... A quick taste of the air confirmed cat. Kitty pet, to be exact. The scent of Clan and Kitty pet cats were gradually becoming clearer to the molly now.
Knowledge smoothed her fur flat, giving her a bit more confidence. It wasn't until the blob spoke that she settled completely.
"Ah, hello." She called, forcing herself to sit. "Are you new? I'm Circe. This is Sky Clan camp...."
She gave a weak smile, looking around for others.

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  CIRCE— SHE/HER･ 37 MOONS ･ WARRIOR IN TRAINING & SKY CLAN･ PENNED BY @KEEEKEEEY!

  Once a rather pretty brown smoked molly, Circe is unnaturally lithe and is missing large chunks of her fur. She has an oddly muscular and feminie build and small paws. — physically easy && mentally easy — Attempting to learn Sky Clan's ways — NPC x NPC : Sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang

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[GREENEYES]

Did he know this one? Greeneyes can't help but wonder as a snow-bundled form - one only partially cat-shaped - comes into view with a prolonged greeting that calls for his attention. The lead warrior blinks, uncertainty held within a malachite hue as he tries to place what fragments of a cat's face he can see - golden eyes, a single ear.

Surely, he would remember the blanket-clad cat before him, right? The ginger tom doesn't think he'd forget such an odd appearance around the camp. Still, he smiles, and nods his head at the - he assumes - daylight apprentice.

"It sure is!" the young lead agrees with the cat, "The mornings are getting colder and colder - the first big snowfall will be here before we know it!" He'd only recently departed leaf-bare's mountainous grasp not even a moon ago, and having to feel snow chilling his paws once again was something he didn't look forward to, in all honesty. Not at the pace that it's heading toward the pine forest.

A head tilts to the side as a question follows. "I don't believe we've met yet, have we?" he offers, hoping he's right in his thinking - that he hadn't forgotten a clanmate or two while he was away, "I'm Greeneyes, and you are?"

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Lead Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Born into SkyClan's first litter, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.
  

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[DAWNGLARE]

What a sorry welcome party this is, for a beast. Perfectly mundane. The ghost amongst them is greatend with brand hello's and how - are - you's? Have we met? My name is' – clueless to the fact that giving a name to such a thing only gave it power over your very self. Poor Circe would be none the wiser, when she hears the whisper of her name at dusk, only to be spirited away not a moment after. Image burned into your skull; of life and longing, of your loveliest memories, because they would be a thing you could never experience again. Monsters like these took you to know afterlife. No starry skies; no endless fields, only nothingnes. They make the world as if you had never been. No one would remember you. You would have no grave. Dawnglare could cling to his lavender stems, never knowing they would've had any use in the first place.

And you are?

" Hellspawn, " Dawnglare answers for them. " A beast. A curse. " Greeneyes would know a great deal about such of thing— and Dawnglare would eye him accordingly, threatening a sneer, but settling only for cold indifference. " Was it you? " Who brought them here? left unsaid. He would not fall for nothing - words, for riddles and nonsense. He could pretend all he likes, Dawnglare would know.

Leering back at the shrouded figure, them. Certainly, there was a form beyond horror hiding beneath the pale cloak. " Is Leafbare when you are at your strongest? " Eyes narrow past them, searching the pines for spirits; for beings with blade - like teeth.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 59 moons old as of 11.20.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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