camp BOYS WILL BE BUGS [ reintro ]

[springflame]

( ) he has truly melted into the background of shadowclan society. where his sister presents herself, he fades back. since his kidnapping many moons ago and subsequent twoleg trauma, springflame has not been the same. he hardly remembers who he was before- some bright eyed, bushy tailed young warrior, eager for his future. now, he's stalwart and stoic, dedicating his life to patrols and sleeping. one may say shadowclanners are all introverted, but the charcoal tom is more withdrawn than most.

he can't say the last time he called a cat a friend. they're all clanmates, and they are dear to him in that sense, but betonyfrost is the only one he looks out for, and that in itself is a workout. so, when he perches himself in a shady corner of camp with a small meal, he doesn't expect anyone to join him. he lacks conversational skills to even carry out a social interaction if such an occurrence did happen. white capped paws stretch out before him, claws digging into the dirt as springflame stretches and yawns softly. the evening sun turns the sky golden and amber, reflected in the rusty gaze of the tom. shadowclan territory is quiet, tall pines casting long shadows over the camp, whose residents are settling in for their before bed rituals. the ticked tabby watches his clanmates' conversations, tall ears flicking every once in a while as he absorbs a bit of information, or shies away from a kit whose game has stumbled too close for comfort.

he doesn't mind his solitude, is in fact used to it. still, as he sits alone, he imagines the warmth and companionship of cats he could call friends. it is easy to miss it, sometimes.

I COULD BE YOUR BEST YET 🍂 FUTURE FAVORITE REGRET

• // reintro for a character from 2022! everyone say hi to betonyfrost's brother <3 "#8E3F1B"
  
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• SPRINGFLAME HE / THEY, WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN. BROTHER TO BETONYFROST. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a scrawny charcoal and white tabby with amber eyes thin and wiry, this boy is made of underdeveloped muscle and anxious energy. his pelt a mess of charcoal and ivory, with eyes a sunny amber.
  

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[smogstar]

Springflame and Betonyfrost stand in such stark contrast to one another, the notion that blood binds them as littermates is a difficult one to reconcile. In terms of appearance, overall comportment, and place in ShadowClan society, their similarities end in no time flat.

Betonyfrost presented herself as a skulking, sneering misery magnet, bent on finding others as unpleasant as she is and making their lives accordingly rotten. For all her lip curling and hiss-spat recriminations, Betonyfrost's real gift was seeing straight through the plight in which her Clan was neck deep. The lack, the waste, the disrespect… she'd catalogue these, bringing them up only to put another cat down. She is a self-fulfilling prophecy: a loud, complaining cat who had nothing to lose and got precisely what she sought.

So, when you juxtapose a mind like that with someone perceivably sensible, kind and quiet, the question comes in on whether Springflame or Betonyfrost was the outlier. Had the molly hit herself in the head one too many times? Or, was her brother's stint with twolegs jarring enough to knock him off her course?

As easy as it is to judge a cat's heart by their outward expressions, Smogmaw could intuit the difference between them at an instinctive level. His amber eyes do not wish to divert when they catch Springflame's. Hackles do not rise whenver his presence is sensed, nor does he anticipate a snarl when he approaches. The charcoal tabby had a natural place in the background, a spot towards the periphery where other cats pass him by like a stone. It's a zone the deputy had occupied previously, before his promotion, before his promise of leadership.

"Day treat you well, Springflame?" A touch of spontaneity had diverted Smogmaw's trajectory, shifting from the fresh-kill pile towards the younger tom. Cold, hard neutrality permeates the deputy's regard, as he fixes Springflame with an assessment. Each step he takes brings him closer to the other cat, closing the distance between them in due time. "Gotta love these early Greenleaf evenings." ​

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Springflame was one of the more reserved warriors, which is saying something when many of the cats here were relatively not a social bunch. Of course, Springflame tend to blend in the background, there but more like a phantom glued to the shadows, hardly interacting with the rest of the clan. What made things more interesting is when one learns that Springflame was the kin to Betonyfrost it almost comes to a shock due to how different they were. Perhaps when they were, even their warrior names were the opposite of each other.

Smogmaw had been the first to approach the lonesome tom, and soon followed Snowpaw, yellow eyes trained on the phantom warrior calmly while dipping his head in greetings towards the two of them. "It has become quite... nice out now, such a big difference from leaf bare" he commented. This would be his first green leaf, being born during the time when Shadowclan had been at its harshest to now, it felt strange to find prey much easier as they seem to always just hop onto ones paw. Of course, he hoped that the two warriors did not mind him joining in on the conversation, afterall surely Springflame got lonely at times when it was just him. So Snowpaw hoped the other did not mind gettinf a bit of attention in this moment.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

it's unfortunate, really, that springflame is related to betonyfrost. they're no stranger to having family members that cause problems for everyone else but betonyfrost was at most a selfish molly with selfish-rooted intentions and a rude tongue to go with it. she makes the leader uncomfortable for reasons that no one but her and they know. they don't dare speak of it. but they have to give springtime credit. he's quiet and more reserved but he is kind for the most part. betonyfrost may be his sibling but he is still kind enough that chilledstar doesn't have unease about being around him. that's worth something, isn't it?

"springflame. smogmaw. snowpaw."

lot of s names, it seemed. fitting for shadowclan, maybe. they don't know. they stretch their body out with a loud yawn, twitching their ears back and forth a few good times.

"enjoying the sun?"

———————---***i try to live in black and white***———————---​

but i'm so blue✧ i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 46 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[MARBLEPAW]

Blood is a question in ShadowClan, one with many different answers. She shares blood with Lilacfur, stalwart and courageous lead warrior, but to Betonyfrost, it is tainted black, haunted, cursed. Marblekit's paws buzz with apprehension as she surveys Springflame on the periphery of camp, enjoying the fading greenleaf sun on a charcoal-smudged pelt. Blood. He shared blood with Betonyfrost, with the warrior who saw a ghost, a murderess, walking with Marblekit's paws, seeing with those same dried-moss eyes. But if I avoid him because he's her littermate, she reasons with herself, forcing the fur to lie flat on her shoulders, then I am no better than she is. Right?

Blood. She still has no answer. Marblekit steps closer to her Clanmates, pausing to rub her face against the sturdy black bark of Chilledstar's leg in affectionate greeting. "I love that it's so warm, even at nighttime," she offers, trying for a smile that looks awkward and out of place on her half-grown face.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 5 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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