private Better make it fast ☂ Sharpshadow

[Puddlepaw]

The rumours of a curse plaguing ShadowClan has always brought a roll of unimpressed eyes as Puddlekit would curl up in her nest in the fortified walls of the nursery. Now that she's an apprentice she starts to understand the concept, for as long as she has drawn breath within the territory of camp she has witnessed in some shape or form three leaders leave their stations and in turn three deputies filling hungry voids. Now a fourth deputy has been called upon, Sharpshadow. Puddlepaw carries no particular opinion of the newly named deputy, he seems both harsh and jittery, a semi grown backbone. Sharpshadow is one for awkward silence and quiet scathing remarks, now that she thinks about it she takes back her stance on having no opinion on him. The chimera has decided in this hot headed moment that she stubbornly enjoys her enough to seek him out. Is it also an excuse to not hear the droning tone of Wormwatcher? Yes, absolutely. The toddling apprentice wastes no time, paw steps squelching in the mud of the marsh as she approaches the deputy.

Wherever Sharpshadow is busy or not is no matter to Puddlepaw, in a rare moment she craves attention and she is determined to seek it out. Though, above all else now that she has decided she likes the dual toned adult she wants to ensure that this curse or whatever it is won't be taking another deputy. Why couldn't it claim someone she dislikes? "Sharpshadow" she drawls, tone bordering between being too quiet and too loud for a whisper. There's a habit for the quiet apprentice to scare those that she approaches, rust eyes stare intently for any reaction. A silent test, for what exactly she isn't sure.

"Do you think you will be staying as deputy for a while?" They don't really find pleasure in asking how she's doing or anything like that. Puddlepaw hasn't quite learned the concept of feigned politeness. Wherever she means through death or stepping down the chimera isn't sure, just curious to know if there's an intention for staying.

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• PUDDLEPAW || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 6 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Mentored by Wormwatcher.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Puddlepaw scares her a bit, sure. The apprentice suddenly walks up to her, wearing the same face Sharpshadow's seen her wear for the past, like, five moons. It had been kind of cute, back when she was one of a hundred random kittens dropped off at Carrionplace. Now that she was grown-ish, he feels as if her list of perceived crimes has suddenly extended past confiscating her moss ball, or whatever. Apparently, having some moniker attached to her name made cats want to do this sort of thing a lot. She's seen this happen again and again, now... With all the song and dance, he'd kind of figured everyone would be sick of it, by now.

Obviously, he'd been wrong.. Sharpshadow cranes his neck. " Um, hi, " comes the lame answer. A pair of dark ears swivels forward. Something about the strange way that Puddlepaw existed made him feel like this is the only way he can hear her— with the whole of his body perched to listen. The initial wideness of his eyes only lessens slightly, fixing the apprentice with a bit of a wary look. The beat between his answer and her questions lasts a lttle bit too long. Desperately, he needs a reprieve from the unimpressed contours of her face. He takes the opportunity with a brief glance away.

Oh, yeah she's... straight to the point. His gaze falls back on Puddlepaw as if it's an accident, lips set in a thin line. " Uh, not really, " he doesn't think his answer would be any different, even, if she was still a kit. " Ternstar probably thinks the same. " The wheel just landed on his name, really. Maybe others dared to hope he was different just because of him. Like StarClan would have mercy on him just for carrying the name of his Clan... " Not like I want to vanish anytime soon, but... "

Gone without a trace... As if it were anticipated, the rain had washed away Smogstar's scent the night of. Mirestar, he could believe... but Smogstar? " I— I don't think the others wanted that either. "

SHE SAID THAT I MAKE EXPRESSIONS LIKE HIM ♱ [ MY LEGS TO MY SHOULDERS AND MY CHIN ]

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  SHARPSHADOW ♱ SHADOWCLAN DEPUTY. HE - HIM - SHE - HER
  A large, scrappy feline with pessimism seemingly baked into his bones. It's clear she doesn't make much of an effort to maintain herself, though the namesake of her coat would likely stand out either way.

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! This mf is mentally ill

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[Puddlepaw]

She takes her place beside Sharpshadow, quite content, or rather as content as she could manage. She looks at Sharpshadow- no- she studies him, from the way her body perches when she sits to the fact that ears swivel forward when she talks. Trying to intake her very being, what makes Sharpshadow the way that she is. Studying what makes him worth being deputy, what makes him keep going everyday as if the way her eyes shift or the wariness encompassing his sense of self is going to tell her that. "Why not?" Was there some grand secret one is told when they're made deputy? Is there a timer that StarClan sets? Can he see it.

There is a determined gleam in her eye, one that is captured when presented with a mystery. The closest thin to visually looking excited she will ever be, bulky body leans forward. In a mockery of the perfectly practiced perch that the deputy has, paws sink deeper in the marsh as she shifts her weight. A look of expectancy for the adult to continue is given. "Why would see think that? Do you not think you would be strong enough?" Strong enough for what? To not be able to fight off whatever oppressive force reenforces the curse? Could anyone be strong enough to fend off StarClan itself? "Or did the stars tell her something? Since she was chosen" it seemed impressive to her, the stars choose a lot but when does a Medicine Cat be the one to deliver it?

"You probably will not vanish, you blend in a lot so they will not see you" she decides, stubbornly hoping that to be true. She had decided she likes him after all, it would be a shame to lose another cat that she didn't mind. Her gaze breaks from the living shadow next to her, instead intaking the clan around them for would be assailants, has anyone considered it being an inside job? "Your name is shadow, it makes sense for you to be deputy" maybe that's what Ternstar thought as well. It made perfect sense to her kit like logic after all.

"Do you think about where they went?" It's the clearest she's spoken yet, almost at a normal volume. She hadn't paid attention to what everyones opinions on the missing leaders were, one out of kit like ignorance and the more recent one from hurt. "I am... Unsure if I would rather the others be alive or dead" it's frustrating to her, she's usually so decisive, cutting to decisions with ease like the grey area was air thin but this situation is only one big grey area.

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• PUDDLEPAW || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 6 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Mentored by Wormwatcher.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Puddlepaw's pretty good at this for her age... freaking him out. He's sure Wormwatcher's having a ball. Why not? It's an easy question. So easy that it loops back around to feeling hard to answer, and Sharpshadow blinks at her blankly for a few moments. " Uh— " he stutters. It's because Puddlepaw's leaning forward like she expects some amazing answer, right now. One that Sharpshadow absolutely did not have waiting for her. " If they did, I don't know. " He doubts it. StarClan has never interfered with a deputy pick before... But it wouldn't really make sense that Leader would be on the table, and Deputy wouldn't be. They could've probably used this power... a few Pitchstars or Sootstars ago.

" Who's they? " The hypothetical boogeyman that had plucked Smogstar and Mirestar away? She had never thought Puddlepaw to be much of a talkative sort... Maybe something about the way he looked screamed, bombard me with questions. It's... not the worst thing in the world. Maybe she'd be happy about it, if she was a real deputy. She snorts at their shared hypothetical, something stupid to do with her name. " Thanks. " It was a compliment, she guesses. With all this StarClan nonsense, it seems like even the -paws were desperate to interpret anything as a sign.

" Sure I do, " she answers then. Her blink is slow. " I wonder if... I wonder if they went outside the territory. On purpose, the way that- that Forestshade did... I wonder if... Maybe Smogstar was delirious or something, and he just got lost..." He swallows, and the bile slides uncomfortably down his throat. " I guess the why is more important to me than the where. " Would he try and find them if he knew it was possible? He struggles to even answer his own question.

Sharpshadow sighs through his nose. " I feel like I know the answer too, " he admits. " But I just... don't like it, I guess. " If someone like Forestshade could just leave... mud-soaked, hard-headed, frog-eating Forestshade... What would keep Smogstar or Mirestar from doing the same? Nine measly lives? Briarstar ran through all nine like a marsh rabbit. " ...It sounds like you have some theories, though, " she goads. ...Or maybe Puddlepaw was just talking too fast for her own brain to keep up with.

And Puddlepaw apparently shares a sentiment that Sharpshadow's been too afraid to admit out loud. His face softens. Even if the apprentice does not look at him, Sharpshadow looks at her. " I get it. "

SHE SAID THAT I MAKE EXPRESSIONS LIKE HIM ♱ [ MY LEGS TO MY SHOULDERS AND MY CHIN ]

• OOC: . . .

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  SHARPSHADOW ♱ SHADOWCLAN DEPUTY. HE - HIM - SHE - HER
  A large, scrappy feline with pessimism seemingly baked into his bones. It's clear she doesn't make much of an effort to maintain herself, though the namesake of her coat would likely stand out either way.

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! This mf is mentally ill

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