pafp can't just walk away // strange questions

[Puddlepaw.]

I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES ​

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puddlekit & 03 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan kit ​

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Spiderpaw is a new face, a sudden presence where there once was none. Of course, the girl had joined properly, at her fathers behest - but Puddlekit hadn't been paying attention. To the ink-dripped girl, Spiderpaw had simply spawned in one day, as sudden as a shadow or ghost. And Puddlekit finds it utterly fascinating 0 the way the rest of Windclan doesn't' question the newcomer, greets them familiarly. As though they belong. The girl is humming as she wanders over, mismatched eyes far too wide as she stares at the apprentice like a particularily interesting insect. " Are you dead? " because certainly, that's how ghosts come to be. She nods absentmindedly, to soem drifting thought or another, and then - " You're pretty, for a ghost, "

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@Spiderpaw

 

[Spiderpaw.]

She hadn't been here for long (and she still gravely hated it). Spiderpaw had come taking a break of helping the queens and elders because apparently, that's what apprentices did. It made no sense and was a waste of time when they could be doing better things. Sure, she understood it was right to fend for those taking care of the next generation but damn— it wasn't like they were mangled and crippled from doing anything themselves. How hard was it to go to wherever they kept fresh prey and snag a meal themselves?

Ugh.

Are you dead? A voice would coo towards her and Spider stops for a moment, wondering if it was towards her before realizing the child was indeed talking to her. Ah, yes. Of course, it just had to be her. A creepy child was now asking her if she was a ghost and dead because she was 'pretty'? In what universe did that make any sense? Part of her wanted to pack her belongings and just head back to the barn and to forget everything about this place that her father desired her to live. Spider was doing well in the barn and now she was in a place full of weird people and beliefs.

“No.” The black smoke would respond after realizing the child wouldn't leave if she kept ignoring her, a sigh parting her lips as she rubs her temple.
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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Truth be told, Rattleheart really didn't know a lot about their newest arrival. She had been cooped up in the nursery throughout the entirety of the events that had led to Spiderpaw joining them, meaning one day she had just peered at the apprentices' den and found the molly was just there. It had only taken a bit of asking around for the queen to find out that Spiderpaw was apparently Snowglare's daughter, brought by from the barn along with some odd chunk of twoleg meat. She did wonder why the pale tom hadn't brought her along earlier. There had been fighting to be done, sure, but she certainly didn't seem defenseless.

Had he been hedging his bets in case the Windclan rebels lost?

It was an unpleasant thought, and one that she shoved from her mind for now. No reason to pre-judge Spiderpaw for what her father had or hadn't done. Though her sharp tone and clear aggravation with Puddlekit didn't exactly inspire confidence over how her overall attitude would be. "Puddlekit... an introduction might be a bit more appropriate, first." Rattleheart's tone was kind and motherly, weighed down with tiredness from watching over her own new litter. Yet she didn't hesitate in offering Spiderpaw the most welcoming smile she could manage. "Hello there, I'm Rattleheart. I don't believe we've met properly yet, even with you bringing in food to the nursery... you're Spiderpaw, right?" One did have to wonder what had prompted Puddlekit's questioning, considering the apprentice hardly looked like a ghost to her. It couldn't be her dark pelt color, considering Puddlekit's own fur was a mix of black and rosette patterning.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 52 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[SUNNVAR]

Each sighting of Spiderpaw, however infrequent with the leader's own reclusiveness, narrows his seaglass eyes. Scorchstreak had been the one to allow her in, it would seem, and he is not entirely certain what he feels about such things. Their clan was once more composed half of strangers, and half of cats that he did not trust. Former friends became unknown figures in the distance, and those he would have trusted with each part of himself– now they creaked with each shift of his weight. This cat lingers somewhere in each halves. It is clear that she does not enjoy her life amongst this clan. Did she care for any of them more than her father, who had pulled her here against her apparent will? His thoughts run parallel to Rattleheart's, but he does not feel so guilty as she did for lingering on such things.

"Have you heard so few stories of ghosts, Puddlekit?" His ear flicks, mouth twitching in faint amusement. "I would not think of them as beautiful. More troubled, and perhaps rough around the edges– still not too unlike Spiderpaw, you might say."

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.03 〛 🟒ᨒ

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• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

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[honeysucklepaw]

She had seen a ghost.

Eyes that gleam like dew-dappled grass stare at the unfolding interrogation with a sense of pride... The mission she has been sent by StarClan belongs only to her and no one here knows the shores of her knowledge stretch far longer than most kits her age. Puddlekit is... cutely pathetic... in comparison to her wealth of information, to her ocean-sized destiny that yawns out in front of her waiting to be grasped.

It is Sunstar's depiction that sets her ears flat- that the spirits she is visited with are something to be wary of. That there is an ugliness to their lingering presence. Maybe then... the cats that blessed him are nasty things that pretend at being heavenly. He doesn't know what he's talking about.

"I think ghosts are nice," she pipes up, face pinched into a frown. "They miss us so much they just don't want to leave yet." Looking towards Spiderpaw, the shadow-cloaked she-kit cannot say she thinks Puddlekit's observation very fitting.

Spiderpaw was much too underwhelming to be a ghost. "Spiderpaw leaves all the time..." Granted... not in the most permanent sense, but she did leave camp like Bluefrost did. Bluefrost was not a ghost.

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'it is only haunting if you are afraid...'
• HONEYSUCKLEKIT
  - child of wind-swept moors
  - she/her
  - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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