BY THE MOONLIGHT - whisperings?

[Mouseflight]

So far on this journey Mouseflight thought that climbing the cliff would be his least favorite part. Sure he had almost been killed in a rockslide and thrown into a cave with seemingly no way to escape, but at least there he wouldn't have fallen to his death by making one wrong turn, and at least in there he had use of both his eyes - or as much use as one could get from both while put in complete darkness. What he hadn't expected was for some trees to be what he hated most thus far. There was no place for him to sleep where he could see the stars, he couldn't fully tell what time of day it was the leaves so thick that it blocked out a lot of sunlight when they moved during the day, and don't get him started on the winding roots and plants that covered the forest floor, causing the WindClanner to constantly trip as they all shuffled through the new territory they were forced to go through to get home.

He was happy when they stopped at night, ready to make camp and go to sleep. Maybe with a bit of rest he would be better at moving, be able to pick up his paws more so that he didn't trip and stumble on the hidden roots under the fallen leaves. The only good thing was that despite it still being cold, there was less and less snow as they worked their way back down the mountain and the ground got less and less frozen, causing cats to spread out more as they readied themselves for the night. He'd never admit it but Mouse missed the huddles of cats that piled together in the cold to keep each other warm. It had felt like they were a proper clan then going through leafbare together, and it had helped with his homesickness.

Finding it hard to go to sleep that first night in the forest, Mouseflight was thinking of home and wondering how many cats would actually still be there when they got back when he heard a strange noise coming from... everywhere. Head shot up and the small cat looked around, eyes wide and ears quickly swiveling around as he tried to find the source. Unrecognizable whispers and strange whistling noises moved around them, and quickly Mouse found himself prodding at the cat next to him. "Do you hear that?" Strained whisper came from him, hoping that he was simply just going crazy so he could try and sleep.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

• it's just the wind blowing through the trees! Cats not used to the forest likely wouldn't know what it is either ~
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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 11 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather was overjoyed to be in forested territory, but even cats such as herself detested the undergrowth. Though she did not struggle as much as a WindClan cat in this enviorment, the empty-floor of the pine forest back home was much more to her liking. Still, the nest she had situated for herself tonight was proving to be the most cozy nest she’s had the entire journey. Soft moss and a couple of feathers it was made out of, it felt like she was sleeping on a cloud.

She opens an eye at the sound of Mouseflight, ’do you hear that? he whispers to no one in particular. She strains her ears with a tired expression planted on her face, she doesn’t hear anything out of the ordinary and gives him confudered look, ”…No? What is it?”​

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[FERNGILL]

It felt like every time he tried to dodge something poking him, he stumbled into another bush ready to sweep him into its spiny embrace. How did Thunderclanners hunt in this? Maybe Stormywing's self confidence wasn't too misplaced, if she could manage to navigate this sort of terrain with ease. But, he reminded himself, She can't swim. Not long ago, with hushed voices and under the mountain range's stars, he'd told her it was like everyone was here for a reason. Superstitious, maybe- but not unfounded. Even more plausible now.

Sleep was starting to become a little easier. Suffocating fear still took hold sometimes, but when he started awake in the middle of the night there was often no-one awake to see it, which was relieving. The Riverclanners- yes, all of them now- all knew he wasn't a cowardly weakling, kept in extended apprenticeship for his fear- but he'd look like that, probably, if he let himself be openly scared. Tonight sleep was evading him, borne of subtle fear and bolstered by the odd noises that Mouseflight pointed out.

"You can't hear that?" he regarded Figfeather with an incredulous expression. He'd expected to hear leaves rustling, but- not this sort of noise, not this wailing. "Is it- is it just the trees?" A nervousness took to his tone, something he couldn't block out. If any waver of emotion was present within him, Fernpaw showed it very clearly. It was fine, just the noises of nature, probably. As much as it sounded a bit like a... like a screaming fox...​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[hazecloud]

Hazecloud had found herself tucked beneath the cover of ferns that night, keeping herself in a tight curl, her tail covering her nose to keep it warm. Like Mouseflight she had found to appreciate the way they had all huddled together at night, but she would still prefer not risking freezing over some of them putting some space between everyone. At least for her she is more than comfortable still cozying up and sharing the pleasant heat to doze off.

The wind whistled between brittle branches and fragile leaves. She's reminded of the days from the marshes, how eerie the wind sounded at night. Hushed breaths of air tickled her ears but she does her best not to let it bother her, though it appears some of the others were put off. She's only half awake, if that, when her head lifted from her paws. The fog from sleep kept her eyes closed when she turned to face Fernpaw, voice airy.

"It's in the trees." Hazecloud muttered, only half aware of what was going on before resting her head back down. Surely her words would not help whatever shadows and monsters were already appearing in their imaginations. ​

 

[GREENEYES]

Though he would have preferred to find the bottom of the mountain cast in evergreen needles, rather than warm-toned leaves, the forest they now find themselves in brings a sense of comfort to the warrior. The forest brings a familiar sense of cover, a nest more luxurious than ones forged in the mountains. It would be better if the undergrowth wasn’t so thick, yes, but he is content in where he lays for the night. Exhaustion lulls him to slumber quicker than it has been as of late, a lullaby performed by an orchestra of rustling leaves, a song from the breeze.

But not before a voice can break the windswept silence, a question that causes Greeneyes to lift his head in alarm, his heart pounding as he listens. Do you hear that? He strains his ears to hear what Mouseflight does, bracing for the sharp shriek of an eagle above. He expects to have to leap to his paws, for danger to invade their makeshift camp, but he hears nothing. Only the —

“The wind...?” he asks, blinking as he looks to Mouseflight - to Fernpaw and Hazecloud too, who seem to also be lost on what the mystery noise is. What were they hearing that he couldn’t? His sleepy gaze shifts to his sister next. “You don't hear anything else, right?” Hopefully he wouldn’t have to bring this up with Magpiepaw in the morning, a sudden concern for his hearing.

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 15 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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Blue eyes crack open at the sound of voices fluttering about, a frown upon his maw. He's finally managed to catch some sleep, and he's been awoken for this? To Peri, the odd whistling noises are annoying yes, but not scary - no different than the rustling of the grass or the hum of insects, indistinct but natural. There is no unknown scent, no glowing eyes over head, no prickle of unease - so why bother worrying? honesty, perhaps it's just the tiredness speaking, but he really can't even muster up enough energy to speak, only giving a quiet grunt - joints creaking and groaning as he rolls over once more, snuggling up to the nearest cat without a thought.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Peeling open a molten eye, Duskpool watched the flock of cats converse over the blustery wind, whispering non-existent words through the winding oaks. Not that the older warrior had much of an answer. “Don’t think ya need to be worried.” He grunted from afar, resting up against one himself, when he caught the eerie sound. “Just the wind. Stop with yer imaginations. Only gonna make it worse.” With that, the obsidian warrior pulled himself out of the conversation, letting his eyes rest even if he wouldn’t be getting any sleep.

/ skyclan word prompt " blustery "​

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thought speech​