BE OUR GUEST // ShadowWind Feast

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Ew. Something social.
Hemlocksight screwed up his face with distain as he lingered at the edge of the throng of cats as they mixed, ShadowClan and WindClan scents merging into something else. The idle thought of them fully joining forces and taking down one of the other clans tickled the back of his mind, but he promptly shoved it back to the shadows. This wasn't the time for such things, no, it was meant to be happy.

The tom sat there with a scrawny looking robin at his paws, his meagre offering to the grand feast. Alas, he wasn't a great hunter. Though as he looked at what the WindClanners had brought he couldn't help but feel his mouth water with growing hunger. "Why can't our lands have prey like that?" He mumbled to himself as he slapped his lips with his tongue.
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PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​
periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​
As soon as cats start gathering, Peri knows that he cannot head his parents wishes. Already, the feast is loud - and he wants nothing more than to slip away. With a quiet sniffle as he's set down - he's much better now, well enough to leave the medicine den; though thats perhaps more because dandelionpaw cannot remedy his sleeping sickness and theres no point in wasting more herbs - he still feels the bone heavy exhaustion that has plagued him since his birth. As soon as he thinks his mothers aren't watching - and isn't that a change, hyacinthbreath being his other parent (he's still not sure they havn't made that up, they don't look anything alike) he slips away to the outskirts of the gathering place, curling up to watch the goings on from a safe distance. He doesn't feel very hungry despite the abundance of prey - he just wants to go home.

// please ping if interacting

 

He doesn't want to be here. He'd rather be back in camp with Melonpaw and Bumblepaw, but instead, he's here.

Lemonpaw is here, in a loud swamp; an image of strengthening allyship between Sootstar - the one who exiled his mother - and Pitchstar - the one that suggested, ordered, she'd do so. What fun. But, this must be done. He must prove his - and by extension, his siblings - loyalty to WindClan. He must pretend this is as happy of a time as WindClan and ShadowClan want it to be.

He sticks to the back of the crowd, eyes scanning the land before him. This... This is where ShadowClan lives? In darkness and muck? He supposed such a slimy place fit them - fit their name and their overall slimy nature, but, really: who would want to live here?

The apprentice's gaze locks onto the frogs - slimy things, fitting - meant for the feast. Dread fills him. Surely they wouldn't make him eat that?
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A fellow clanmate verges on his heels, and Smogmaw's head pivots to view the approaching she-cat. Ebonyfall looks prim and proper, even more so than usual. Additionally, she appears just as delighted to be here as him. It seems to be a common theme in the expressions of his clanmates, many of whom have arrived by now - this feast was bogus to the same extent as the clans' alliance, and the pseudo-sincerity of it all wasn't convincing anybody.

The corners of the tabby's maw curl upright as she expands on his prior comment, and he exhales sharply at her remark about owls. "I haven't seen an owl in quite a few moons," he mews, glancing to the hawk while he spoke, "they all probably went somewheres with more prey. Can't say I blame 'em."

An unfamiliar face then draws near. The younger tom conducts himself with an outgoing conviction that is characteristic of a run-of-the-mill Windclan cat. He fraternises with a multitude of people, him and Ebonyfall included. It's a shame he doesn't catch on to Smogmaw's blatant disinterest. "I'd imagine," replies Smogmaw promptly, "the thing looks like it'd be able to fly off with one of your buddies. Does your lot catch hawks very often? Or vice versa?"

// interacting with @ebonyfall. and @WEASELCLAW ​

[ AND THE BASTARD WALKS BY ]​

 
She feels someone bump into her and the blind apprentice whips her head around to release a hiss of her own. "Watch where you're going, hare-breath!" By the sounds of it, he's an apprentice, and already bashing the food that lies at the striped she-cat's paws. Annoyance pricks at her pelt. Why, if this wasn't some peaceful gathering of two clans, she'd smack him right here and now! But she forces herself to stay still, misty gaze glowering in his general direction. Her jaws part to spit a retort before the scent of mud and pine trees washes over her. A clanmate is here, and by the sounds of his voice, she can tell it's Wolverinefang. He cracks a joke, nudging her for support, and the beginnings of a snarl transform into a jeer. "The trick is to eat 'em head-first so they can't jump out!" She adds on, voice dripping in amusement.​
 
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I'VE BEEN RUNNIN THROUGH THIS STRANGE LIFE,
CHASIN' ALL THEM GREEN LIGHTS
THROWING OUT THE SHADE FOR A LITTLE BIT OF SUNSHINE​

It would be Dustpaws first time truly interacting with any clan cat outside of his own. Since the day he'd walked into camp and made himself at home, the words Shadowclan, Riverclan, Skyclan, and Thunderclan had only represented ideas. He knew what a clan was and he know how they functioned, but he'd never had any names or faces to put to those living in the groups outside his own.

Thus, there was a pep in the boys step as he trodd alongside his uncle toward the destination spot. Ever since Inkylotus had left it was just him and Duskfire, but that was okay. Dust knew better than most that people came and went, and that sometimes there was nothing you could do but accept it. A bitter lesson, but one he'd come to terms with after the loss of his siblings and mother. It didn't leave him bitter though. No, Dust was as stubbornly optimistic as they came.

When at last they crossed the thunderpath and reached their destination, the charcoal mink tom at once found himself caught up in his surroundings. The marshes were so different from the moors, and the gathering Shadowclanners were just as strange and interesting as the prey they brought forth. Lizards and frogs? Dustpaw had never seen anything like it before.

With a quick 'be good' coming from his uncle, Dustpaw quickly ran off to claim one of the small lizards to try for himself, eyes gazing around the gathering for anyone of interest. His intent had been to approach a shadowclan apprentice, but when he caught site of Peri sitting of by himself he decided to head over and see what that they were doing.

"Hey, look what I got!" he called as he made his way over to them, dropping the scaled creature on the ground between them. "Isn't it weird? Let's give it a try!"

OOC- open to interactions! Currently talking to @Periwinklebreeze.

dustpaw - windclan - single - mentored by brightshine - a large, handsome charcoal minx tomcat with blue eyes​
 
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the voice of an unfamiliar feline calling out to her in greetings ends up giving shrewpaw a little bit of a start, head turning as she's met with a rather enthusiastic apprentice of shadowclan who immediately barreled through the introductions and offering of sharing of a toad that was place between the two. huh, maybe this feast wouldn't be so bad! lavenderpaw's excitement was easy to rub off on the windclan apprentice who could feel a grin curl at the corners of her lips. "yer buzzier than a bumblebee, ah like that! 's a pleasure to meet ya lav, ah'm shrewpaw!" she purrs out before continuing to speak. "ah'll be honest, ah didn't think ah'd meet a shadowclanner who'd be so bubbly! the rest of ya always look so grumpy when we pass eachother on border patrols." of course the molly did not mean it in a rude way, just something she'd seen.

golden eyes soon drift to the toad, head lulling to the right in puzzlement. it was hard to believe that shadowclanners actually live off of this stuff, were they really that tasty? shrewpaw wondered if she could compare the taste to anything she's had already. "so, uh how do ya'll eat that? do ya just chomp right into it since it ain't got no fur or feathers to pluck off?"

;; interacting with @Lavenderpaw!!​
[ penned by cobi ]​
 
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