private CHASE THE NIGHT °.✦.° batchaser

[MIRESTAR]

Darkness falls over ShadowClan like a veil. It's a comfortable cover, meant to stretch over and fit every bit, perfectly matching. The bugs of the night come alive and add a nice little background noise to the calmness of it all; Mirepurr savors it, quite literally, as their chest expands with a deep inhale. It's not often they venture out at a time like this unless Smogmaw specifically picks them for a night patrol: they tend to favor daytime with all its colors and liveliness, but no cat accustomed to life in the pines and marshes could possibly deny the call all the time.

Their pawsteps are light, almost silent, as they pass through the camp entrance and into the territory. Perhaps they'd hunt eventually, but only on the way back home... right now, they just want to take it easy, see what the night has to offer. Checking in on the borders wouldn't hurt either, and it's a lot less energy-consuming- provided no trespassers thought they'd go by undetected at a time like this.

Mirepurr halts when their sensitive nose is hit by a familiar scent. Batchaser! They're aware the black warrior likes to sneak out in the cover of darkness, probably for all the same reasons Mirepurr has. He must've left recently, because it only takes a bit more bounce to their step to see him shouldering past the forest's undergrowth. Previously quiet paws now purposefully make bit of a ruckus — they don't want to startle him by coming too close without a sound.

"Hey," they call out softly. "Mind if I join you?"

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TRUTH BE TOLD ✦ I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

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• MIREPURR ✦ SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR
  ────── THEY/THEM ✦ PENNED BY KARMEN ✦ 04/15
• @BATCHASER

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[BATCHASER]

Slipping in between the undergrowth with darkness covering him in an embrace. The bugs chirped and sang, a nice background noise to his nightly adventures. Batchaser savors the noises made by the night dwellers, he loves it deep in his chest. He inhales the swampy scent mixed with night air, he lets out a hum.

The tall, curly bicolor moved forward on silent paws with a flick of his whip like tail. He doesn't really favor the daytime all that much, like some of his other clanmates do. He likes how the sun hits his back and sends him into a dark curly puddle of goo. Yes, he finds pleasure from the sun but the moon is far more greater then the ball of fire is ever capable of. He pokes his head from around a bush to spot a small clearing with wondering fireflies bouncing about in the air. He is mesmerized by the simple glow flickering bright and dimming to darkness for a minute.

Batchaser slips out of the darkness ad into the moonlight, under his curled fringe he cranes his pale splattered nack up to stare at he great moon. Oh, how delightful the moon's rays beam down on his lean figure. He lets a smile curve his maw, as he settles onto his haunches to with his tail curled close to his ivory touched forepaws. After a moment, he flicks a large ear at the sudden ruckus of a set of paws. He whips his head around in surprise at the familiar voice of Mirepurr. Ears perked up at the tortoiseshell chimera, asking the curly tom if they could join him. Oh, why not. "Get over here yea?" He takes a dainty paw to pat the ground next to him.

MOONLIGHT BLISS ˚⊹♡ VIBING WITH THE BATS

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• ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ( that's one enemy down! ) BATCHASER.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 30 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ warrior of shadowclan | formerly a loner
  ✦ single / pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Mirepurr had been too preoccupied by trailing after Batchaser to notice the colorful dots in the air around them; now that they've been invited to sit down, they can take the scenery in around them both. The fireflies dance, their movements appearing uncoordinated to the pair of curious blue eyes. Still pretty.

"Thank you. I promise to be quiet," they soothe Batchaser — although he hadn't seemed too bothered by Mirepurr's appearance. If his eyes do the talking, they wouldn't know, not with the curtain of curly fur hiding his gaze. Their placid smile remains as they search it... but when they don't spot his eyes, their attention turns towards the moon instead.

They wonder if StarClan prances around the heavenly body of it, much like the fireflies do now; those stars are scattered around the moon's glow, glistening as if in a hushed conversation. "You're taking in the pretty sights?"

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TRUTH BE TOLD ✦ I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

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• MIREPURR ✦ SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR
  ────── THEY/THEM ✦ PENNED BY KARMEN ✦ 04/15
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[BATCHASER]

Batchaser smiles as his clanmate joins him, he turns his head back to watch the fireflies bounce around in the air. Innocent little creatures. He angles a large dark ear towards Mirepurr, as they soothed him on quietness. He lets out a snort, as he opens his maw to reply with a chuckle "No, no. It's fine, you can talk." With a shake of his head, curls bouncing in movement.

Oh, how the Great Moon blesses their silent devotee. From behind his curled fringe. He silently sends a quick prayer from where he sits, eyes closed shut. An ear flicks towards Mirepurr's hushed voice, he perks up at what the other said. He bobs his head in a nod, as he turns his head to face his clanmate's odd-colored eyes open. "Of course! The sights are quite beautiful. But the Great Moon is ethereal. Bumbling fireflies bouncing about are a joy." The bicolored tom lifts his head, letting eyes wander across the glowing moon's surface.

MOONLIGHT BLISS ˚⊹♡ VIBING WITH THE BATS

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• ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ( that's one enemy down! ) BATCHASER.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 31 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ warrior of shadowclan | formerly a loner
  ✦ single / pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Mirepurr merely nods at Batchaser's 'permission', glad for it, truly. While they are far from an apprentice who does not understand boundaries nor right from wrong, they cannot imagine staying completely quiet for however long the pair would stay here. Silence can be a blessing, a way for minds to calm themselves; but lovely conversation can be just as full of rewards.

"The Great Moon?" Mirepurr echoes, eyes blown wide in confusion. "I suppose it is great," The mutter is punctuated by a glance skyward while their head remains still. Something tells them Batchaser means it in a different way, not just out of a need to comment on size. It is their understanding that the tom has not been born in ShadowClan itself, so perhaps this is something way out of Mirepurr's league. They, themself, simply take the stars as proof that there is life beyond your own death. "Does the moon mean something different to you?"
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[BATCHASER]

Large dark ear flicks to Mirepurr's echo, on what he had said prior. He turns his head to the side, with a lazy smile on his maw. "Yes, the Great Moon." He lets out a chuckle, at his clanmate's confusion written on their face.

Of course, Mirepurr was unaware of the Great Moon, nevertheless Batchaser had spent years believing in it. He allows his attention to return to the moon's surface as the fireflies' glow dims until it re-lights again. Hm. I could sprinkle a bit of knowledge for Mirepurr. The bicolor tom opens his maw to speak, curling his tail close to his dainty pale paws. "You may already know, that I wasn't born in Shadowclan like some of you all. I was born far from here, y'know? The Moon means different to me and my family, we make these makeshift shrines to worship our god." He lifts a paw towards the moon, then waves his paw around while he continues to speak.

"The shrine is a place where it houses one or more 神々 err Deities in your language. There is shrine etiquette, but it'll probably bore you. There are many steps." He shrugs his dark shoulders, before looking at his clanmate with an ear flick. "Anyway, Great Moon means... I guess many different things. Pray to the moon for passing a hard assignment, a good harvest, or having good health. It may sound crazy but honestly, it doesn't matter what you pray to the moon for." He finishes his explanation of what the moon means to him, a rather confusing explanation with a nod, he may have to show shrine etiquette for Mirepurr if the chimera was willing to learn some of his family ways. If not? Well, it doesn't matter to him. His glad to have someone, to speak to about his strange sounding family traditions.

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

• ooc. this is such a late reply ;w;

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 31 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with half-lidded gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Batchaser echoes what Mirepurr is already thinking, and they nod. He even offers to tell them more of this Great Moon, of his very culture, and there is no reality where they would turn down an opportunity to learn. Perhaps they would never understand a different point of view, one that doesn't focus on StarClan as its centerpiece... but that doesn't mean they won't allow themself some curiosity and thirst for the unknown. Broaden your horizons and whatnot.

Already Mirepurr feels lost. Shrines? Their god? The words feel unfamiliar but they refuse to let confusion shine too brightly on their face. It's anyone's guess whether Batchaser would grow disappointed with that or not, so it's better to avoid the possibility itself.

"Fascinating," they breathe, sincerity clear as day, but they cannot stop their eyes from widening when Batchaser uses a different language altogether. It's almost like when the Twolegs yell to one another with those strange tongues of theirs. "Bore me? No, no, I'd love to learn all about it!"

Eyes find themself glued to the moon once more. As Batchaser goes on, they think of their own Clanmates, muttering something about hope regarding how StarClan will treat them next. Nowadays those prayers are laced with something akin to bitterness... "I suppose it's not too different from how the Clans view the stars. Is it... does it ever feel weird, seeing us talk about StarClan when you have the Great Moon to pray to?"
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[BATCHASER]

"Fascinating." When Mirepurr breathes out the word from their maw. The dark phantom lets his jaw fall agape. No one wasn't interested in learning his culture before. Only when traveling with his family, but not him directly. This was an unexpected surprise to him, his odd-colored eyes widen as Mirepurr insists that learning his culture wouldn't bore them.

He clicks his jaw shut, clearing his throat as he speaks with a big excitable grin on his face. He was happy. Happy, that someone wants to learn a different religion. His religion. Batchaser's whip-like tail sweeps over the ground, as he starts to speak about shrines. He'd forgotten that shrines were different. "Taking this from what my Mother has told me." He whispers towards the chimera before he starts to speak, on the topic of shrines.

"Shrines are huge structures, like Twoleg dens. They have a 本殿, meaning Main Hall where a shrine's patron is or are enshrined. The honden may be absent in most cases where a shrine stands on or on a sacred mountain, tree, or any object that can be worshipped directly. There's also 依り代, yorishiro- an object capable of attracting spirits called kami." He pauses to take a breather, he 'looks' at Mirepurr with a grin. Surely the chimera was keeping up with his strange words, he hoped he hadn't lost them. The bicolor tom starts up again with a flick of a large ear. "There are also miniature shrines, that you can find on the side of dirt paths. Those shrines are called Hokora, they're dedicated to the folk kami or trailside. Enshrining kami is not under the jurisdiction of any larger shrine. Dosojin, minor kami protect travelers from evil spirits." He lets out a 'phew' escape his maw, as he rambles to his clanmate again lifting a paw in the air and waving it around as he speaks.

"Onto, shrine etiquette! It roughly follows. Bow once when entering Torii― a torii is a large gate for the larger shrines where it marks the transition from mundane to the sacred, a spot where kami are welcomed and travel through. Anyways... Do not enter in the middle of a torii, that is reserved for deities. Purify your paws and mouth with water, before you enter the main hall of the large shrine. You have to put something shiny... in this Twoleg... box. Then you have to ring this big bell, like those jingly bells on kitty pet's collars. Ring the bell two or three times. Bow once, then clap your paws again but this time two times! Bow once more, but bow lower than the first one. Then when you exit the shrine, you turn around and bow once towards the Torii." He puffs out a breath when he finishes his very... very long and draining explanation. He slides himself down into the cool ground, lying on his side. He was drained from speaking so much! This was the MOST he had spoken to a clanmate before, was it always this tiring? The lanky tom didn't know how he hadn't just straight up passed out from speaking for so long. He looks up to stare at the moon, his curled fringe moving upwards a bit as he moves his head.

Batchaser shakes his head when Mirepurr, asks him if it feels weird seeing his clanmates talk about Starclan. "Nah, no. It doesn't bother me." It really doesn't bother him if his clanmates worshipped Starclan, he was confused, yes. But he didn't want to sour any of his clanmate's own beliefs. "I'm... quite confused on Starclan? If it makes sense."

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 31 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[MIRESTAR]

The notion of disinterest doesn't come to Mirepurr like it does to Batchaser. They see little reason in declining offers of knowledge, whether that expands on what they know of the world outside of borders, or gets them closer together with a Clanmate. Plus... maybe this would explain the phenomenon that is StarClan better. They weren't amongst the battling cats who witnessed the fallen rise back up with a starry sheen to their fur; they had been way too young, tucked safely away in the depths of the Marsh Colony's quarters.

With Batchaser's descriptions, Mirepurr attempts to put a made-up image to it all... and comes up short. It's difficult to separate this holy structure from mere Twoleg nests — they must have been the ones who created such a thing, right? Unless the Great Moon has power to uproot the earth and call forth something grand. That definitely isn't part of their ancestors' repertoire- as far as they're aware, anyway.

Mirepurr snorts at the end. "That's a lot of words and terms." It's not unkind, humor showing through in their smile as they regard Batchaser. Their brows furrow in concentration. "So it was... purify, something shiny, bow, ring, clap- wait, no, ringing the kittypet belt is before bowing, right?" They hadn't even managed to recite the entire ordeal. A hearty laugh breaks free from their chest — it's mostly at themself, and certainly not at the strange culture that is so unfamiliar to them.

While Batchaser slinks to the ground, Mirepurr watches their own paws. They slide the pink pads together in a mute clap. Was it to gather the attention of these deities, or just something born out of tradition? Perhaps it's a bit like the medicine cats' way of speaking with StarClan.

An ear twitches.

"Are you?" they say before they can slip and deem StarClan to be simple. It wouldn't be fair, not when they had just gawked at Batchaser's explanations of his own religion. "Well, we don't have as many locations to talk to them with. There's the Moonstone, I'm sure you've heard of it, but medicine cats sometimes get signs even in the comfort of their own nests. I was too young so I wasn't there, but I heard stories of how StarClan first came to be. The cats who died in the Great Battle came back to life to deliver a prophecy."
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[BATCHASER]

He lets out a loud cackle at Mirepurr's confusion, it was hilarious. His cackles died down as he took a breath, with a wide grin curved on his face. "Of course, It's a lot of words. But I have to admit, it was funny when you explained what I described." He snorts when his clanmate explains back his strange descriptions. He peers up at the chimera, as they recite the entire ordeal. Badly. But, they got spirit that's for sure.

Batchaser lets out a huff, as he opens his maw to speak. "Close. But, you got it alright. It's purify, something shiny, ring big kittypet bell, bow, clap paws and bow again. Then you're done!" So many words and strange terms must be very odd to the Shadowclanner. But he's glad he got to tell at least someone the weird culture he was raised in. He flips his body over onto his front, curling his whip-like tail around his hind legs.

An ear swivels towards Mirepurr, as the other warrior speaks.

Then Mirepurr speaks of Starclan. It's a confusing topic for the lanky bicolor, but quite enjoyable nonetheless. "I've heard of it." He bobs his head in a nod, as he tucks his dainty pale paws under his curled chest with a hum. Huh, dead cats sending prophecies... who would've thunk. He turns his head to Mirepurr, as he speaks again. "But, a Moonstone? Sounds like a clanner name to me, then some... grand holy rock. Ah― No offense."

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 31 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Batchaser's crackle does not feel mean; Mirepurr laughs along with him, amused by their own attempts at understanding something very much out of their league. It's not often you get to learn of a new culture — one that reaches far beyond the Colonies at least. It's simultaneously comforting and odd to imagine other groups of cats living in harmony (or simply tolerating one another under a shared belief, if violence cannot be fully culled), widening the lense that Clan life has put before their eyes.

"Well, do I get brownie points for trying?" Mirepurr muses, glancing at Batchaser with mirth. "Surely I deserve that. This drains my energy more than a dawn patrol." A blatant lie. One that they put on full display as to not give their friend the wrong idea.

They mouth along to Batchaser when he recites the ritual, snorting at the sound of something shiny, ring big kittypet bell — hey, it rhymes, kind of —, but soon lets a bit of seriousness seep back in. This is important stuff after all; it'd feel wrong to joke about such things for too long.

"None taken. I was more or less born into it, so it's second nature to me, like how the... shrines are to you." Who would have thought the sky and all its heavenly bodies are so multi-faceted? They bring comfort to those unable to speak their language. "I suppose it'd be... difficult to try and disprove their existance when there's proof everywhere. But maybe I'd think differently if I hadn't been born at that time. Who knows."
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[BATCHASER]

Hearing the usually nervous chimera laugh, made him grin at his clanmate. It feels comforting more so odd teaching someone his culture. One that reaches far beyond the clans, and even farther than that. The peaceful groups living in harmony, and traveling place to place to settle down in. It was a time he had lived.

"Why, of course you do! You get… four brownie points for being sooo interested in my silly babbling." He informed, peering at Mirepurr from behind his curled curtain of comfort. He lets out a hum at the horrible lie the other feline told him.

Batchaser is glad that Mirepurr wasn't offended by his harmless thoughts spoken aloud. The bicolor warrior listens to what Mirepurr says, with a twitch of an ear. "That is true... But Oh, well." He lets out a huff, moving his head to lay it on his paws. "Everyone has their own beliefs.."

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 32 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke mix with gold/green heterochromatic eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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