BITTER PILL ♡ intro / adder

[lambeye]

Lambeye is drifting about the territory as she's given to do when she spots it. ShadowClan is a place without intrigue, without drama, without a typical social hierarchy to fall down. There are no treasures to be gained here, only mud and frogs and rotting Twoleg crowfood. There is not beauty here, not in her face with its glassy eye shot through with veins of milky, unseeing white; not in the cracks of pink scar tissue that cleave her face into fragments and her life into before and after.

What she spots is an adder. Its brown-black body is patterned with dark zigzags, and cunning burnt eyes watch her from under hoods of scale. The fur along Lambeye's back spikes into mountain ranges of tawny, starsilver eye focusing on its writhing shape. She darts forward, sharp on deerish legs, jolts back as it makes the expected strike. White paws come down and pin its fanged head to the earth, hearing its enraged hisses and seeing flashes of angry pink gums.

She contemplates it a moment. Helpless, unable to seek out whatever it is it wants. How horribly apt. Lambeye knows exactly what it's like to live without the one thing you want the most, so tantalizingly close but unable to be reached. Then it hisses again and she stirs from her stupor, bites down on its scaly neck until its unhappy writhing stops, replaced by the sinuous rigor of death. Lambeye digs her claws into its dead flesh, staring down at its mud-slicked body. "Eugh."

hell hath no fury ♡ ( like a woman scorned )

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  lambeye ; warrior of shadowclan
  x. she/her ; 46 moons ; tags
  x. tall, thin chocolate point / cinnamon chimera with a fractured facial scar, blinded eye, and mangled tail
  x. played by dejavu
  ˚ ୨୧ ⋆ ｡ ˚ lambeye is blind in her right eye. she may not always immediately react to visual stimuli on her right side!

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[Starlingheart]

Herb patrols were a daily occurrence for her, and like her clanmates hunted for prey she too hunted, though her score was typically more green and bitter smelling when compared to the aroma of fresh-kill. In ShadowClan, Starlingheart had quickly learned that one could not afford to be picky about the food you eat. The other clans could gripe and complain about the taste of adder and frog all they wanted, but if you were starving you would take anything you could get. She remembers the desperation of last winter, the terrible gnawing pain of hunger that had led her brother to declare that they should hunt in carrionplace and she shudders. Hopefully, it would not have to come to that again this season...

"Thats a good catch" she says quietly, careful to approach from Lambeyes good side so as not to startle her. She had been in the area when she had seen the brown furred warrior through the trees, had watched and waited patiently as she killed the adder so she did not disturb her hunt. "leaf-bare is coming so-so we'll need all the prey we can get" She probably does not need to tell her, Lambeye is a much more seasoned cat then Starlingheart is, but she says it all the same.

// @Magpiepaw

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[ROOSTERSTRUT]

If any clan was given flak for the territory they dwelled in, it was ShadowClan. However, despite the many jabs about how swampy they smelled, how muddied their paws were, and how drab and dull their land was in comparison fell upon deaf ears. The marshes were home to Roosterstrut despite him looking more like a ThunderClanner than anything. He was glad to call it home.

The warrior was out on a hunt himself when he overheard movement nearby. His jaws were empty so far, but he figured stopping for a moment to interact with his clanmates wouldn't be such a bad thing. Lambeye had made a nice catch, after all. "I never liked hunting those things. The way they move, it gives me the creeps." Roosterstrut comments, eyeing the limp and bloodied reptile. At least it was dead now.

His eyes glance toward Starlingheart, eyes narrowing slightly as his chipper demeanor begins to wane. So you can make sure your own kin is fed over everyone else? He shouldn't think like that. Roosterstrut doesn't like thinking poorly of his own clanmates, but Starlingheart had shaken her trust with ShadowClan when she treated Heavybranch unfairly compared to her son. Would any other medicine cat have done the same? Would he, if he were in her position? Roosterstrut loved his remaining kin dearly and would do almost anything for them, but... He didn't know how he would live with himself if he lost a clanmate, knowing he could have possibly saved their life.

"Should feed a few mouths." The red tabby tom agrees with the medicine cat, his speech a smidgen more solemn.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧

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  ✰ ROOSTERSTRUT
  —— he/him; warrior of shadowclan
  —— heteroflexible; single
  —— red tabby tom with long hair and pale green eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[newtpaw]

Netwtpaw is indifferent to the swamp living, the wet squish of mud and marshy substances beneath her paws, it's hard to be oppositional to something that's almost entirely a life. They're hunting for prey, not very successfully, but an attempt is being made. She's plodding alongside her mentor, usual pep in her step, her mouth makes a surprised o at the sight, hunting never being her strong suit. "Wow! It's slimy." Yellow eyes with a ever-present glint in them the young apprentice examines the wet looking adder with care, drawing closer to peer at it with her enthused gaze, not particularly caring about the distance. She wrinkles her nose as if she won't try to descend on it first, after the nursery and the elders when she has the chance.

She bobs her head aggressively at Starlingheart's words. "I'm sure be appreicated. Good thing you got it before it got you!" Her eyes linger on it, hoping it'll be available after the elders and kits have eaten. Adders are curious things to her, the way they slide about is fascinating to her. Whatever tension there is between Roosterstrut and Starlingheart sails clear over her head. "It's a bit strange.." She adopts a conspiratorial tone in response to Roosterstrut. "They wiggle lots." Her lips twitch as if she has had the worlds most hilarious revelation. "I wonder if they have good lives."
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[MIRESTAR]

☾. . ° ✦ "Nice catch!" Mirepurr's echoed Starlingheart's compliment, bounding up to Lambeye. They had been watching the scene unfold with their maw open and their body frozen, awaiting the adder's fate. It had gone well enough because the warrior seemed to know what she was doing, and even if Mirepurr had experience catching all sorts of prey, these slimy animals with their shiny scales and even shinier fangs were no joke.

"Maybe it feels the same way about us, too," Mirepurr said, half to themself and half to Roosterstrut. "All big and fluffy and bouncy." They found it easy to slip into the mindset of a particular animal- or at least their point of view.

Their focus shifts to Newtpaw then, the apprentice seemingly sharing their thought process. "I bet it was happy right up until Lambeye found it! But all the more food for us."

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