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[DOEBLAZE]

The morning is crisp with leaf-fall's beginnings, swirling clouds of hazy white mist draping themselves lazily over the pine forest. Blots of brilliant orange and dapples of red are visible on SkyClan's few deciduous trees, indicating the slow tilt of the scales towards leaf-bare. A single leaf, shorn of its home branch, swirls drowsily past Doeblaze's pale muzzle as she sits in camp and scrubs halfheartedly at her scruffy fur. Her crisp green eye trails its languid path across the camp, itself banked by slowly curling ferns. Her gaze directs itself towards the patch that conceals the apprentices' den specifically as she waits, patiently drawing a noncommittal white paw over shaggy locks of lilac.

" Edenberry! " she hails the daylighter as their distinctive night-black spine passes by, surging to her paws as if guided by some great compulsion. Without meaning to, her gaze shifts flinty, pinning the other warrior like a butterfly to a velvet board as she steps forward. Her eye zigzags rapidly across their face with a nearly dizzying pace before settling firmly on their own, close to matching hers in verdancy. The hectic gaze and her lilting rasp do nothing to give much indication of her ever-shifting moods, and @edenberry ?! is unintentionally made to wait in suspense for her to clarify.

" Those pawsteps you saw on patrol the other day, " she starts, shifting her weight from one forepaw to the other. The very mention makes a chill seep down her spine, and surely not just from the blanket of early autumn mist. " You said they had more toes than's normal, yeah? " She plunges without pretense from one sentence to the next, as if she asks them only as a courtesy, already having answered the question for herself. A ghost of acrid artificiality stings her nose for a moment, all memory—a deep inhale brings only the ancient scent of spiced pine. " Did you notice anything else? Were they ... large prints? "

OOC : Please wait for Edenberry to post!

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[edenberry ?!]

Walking into camp that morning is the same as any other... the shifting of the season runs cool breeze through the hollows they meander through, accompanied by the figures of other daylight warriors on their typical trek back to work. Pine needles litter the floor, holding the barest resemblance of their pawprints as they go... it's a satisfying sound under-paw, a song of return. They relish in the ambiance, poking their head through the entrance of camp as the twinkling of the morning sun rises over the dens to press at the clan to wake and begin their day.

There are plenty of warriors stretching and grooming themselves, having their first meal as they prepare for patrols... Their eyes linger on the nursery for a moment, wondering if that little kittypet stray they'd brought in was adjusting well (the heaviness of their chest marks another day spent in regret). They think to go say good morning, to peek in on Butterflytuft and Oddgleam as well in hopes of offering them anything they might need to begin their day but as they trek across the camp, the sound of their name rings out with an alarming tightness.

Over-large ears turn towards it first, before their gaze follows, met with the high-strung, dancing pupil of B- Doeblaze. She looks.... a bit more frazzled than usual? Or maybe she's mad at them? Alarm streaks down their spine like the shade of black that adorns them, shoulders tense like they are prepared to see her lips pulled back in an angry snarl in just a moment...

But then it shiftts... and she's asking about that patrol from before. Oh... The fur along their back settles, a nervous smile pulling at the corners of their lips. "Uh... yeah! Have more toes than I've got," they meow, lifting their paw as if to demonstrate what a 'normal' foot should look like. Four pink, squishy beans in front of their pad...

"I mean... the size," they tilt their head, trying to pull from memory and comparison. Who else had large feet like that...? That part was somewhat normal to them- why? "Oh! Slate... and Silversmoke have large feet like that," they add helpfully, "So yeah, bigger than mine for sure too." Their whiskers twitch, pondering for a few quiet moments before going, "W.... Why do you ask? Is something wrong?"

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i want no more than this

• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
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[FIGFEATHER]

Gently Figfeather bite’s down on the fur between the scarring on her leg in an effort to rid tough dirt. She nibbles then licks, then nibbles and licks some more as she works it out. Doeblaze calls for Edenberry just fox-lengths away but Figfeather pays it little attention.

The dirt has loosen, she licks it clean from her fur. Her twisted leg always felt stiff but the position she had propped it in for cleaning had only worsened it. The two begin to chatter, Doeblaze asking something about pawsteps, she pays little mind. She stands up and stretches out her back, extending her wounded leg to stretch it out behind her, too. She holds this position for a few solid counts but loses her focus as her ears perk, finally focusing on the conversation being held.

Pawsteps. Large with more toes imprinted into the dirt than normal. Figfeather’s nose wrinkles, confused on why Doeblaze took such an interest in the evidence of a trespasser found. As Edenberry asks if something is wrong Figfeather turns around and continues to stretch in an effort to pretend like she was not paying attention. An observant cat would be able to notice her swerving ears, the giveaway that she was listening.

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[TWITCHBOLT]

A inkling of memory bled through- Edenberry and Doeblaze's conversation coaxed it forward. Twitchbolt remembered beign sickened at the acrid stench of it all, but he hadn't seen the pawsteps. Paranoia brought forth caution, though, and Edenberry wouldn't lie - a torn ear tilted, and wide eyes flicked between them. Past Figfeather he skulked, noting her swivelled attention. His nose wrinkled, the thought of a trespasser curling beneath his fur like a coiling centipede, discomfort shuddering through his whole body, winding a bit-too-tight around his bones.

"More toes?" Twitchbolt swallowed. He looked at Doeblaze, quivering pupils lingering for a few moments upon her, thought darkening olivine eyes. Large, more toes. Stars, he couldn't say he knew anyone like that- and none of the daylighters did, either. Edenberry was a social one, usually... they were sure to know. Great- another stalking rogue, right? Borders plagued wih nuisances, this'd be SkyClan's story until the end of time ...

And what were they plotting? Something awful, apparently- maybe Doeblaze'd caught wind of it, and that was why she had that look on her face. "Shh- shouldn't be too hard to track this one down, then." he murmured, voice frayed, already a good few steps ahead. But if they did nothing about a stalking shadow, they'd be plunged into darkness themselves, surely...​

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