private CLAPPING IN THE WINGS [ mockingbirdcry ]

[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw, like the two perma-queens, doesn't go out of her way to gossip or interact so deeply that she finds herself tangled in drama. She finds it easier to be above all of that, to keep her chin tilted in the other direction. Other warriors, those more amateur then her, surely found the fun in it. Scalejaw had more fun picking mushrooms from the swamp, honestly. A soft breath inhaled, then exhaled, as she returned with a hunting patrol, settling a frog down on the pile.

She steps away, into the shadows of camp, away from sun that beat down. Eyes shifted towards Mockingbirdcry- somecat who she knew had a similar, war-fueled background like Scalejaw. these were the kinds of cats she could talk to for a couple of hours at a time about the past, about how most things were settled with claws, not petty kit-stealings. She took a step closer, her tail wrapping around her paws as she sat. "Mockingbirdcry." She greeted amicably, her voice neutral, if not a hint warm. That's how she was with most clanmates.

"How fares being in camp? Can't be getting too bored, are you?" She asked, almost a tease, but definitely laden in humor. Ears twitched as she listened to the other bustle of camp, but she was definitely waiting for a reply.

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty three moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[mockingbirdcry]

Scalejaw, then. The warrior is quite boring, really, when you ponder on it . . . no truly fascinating gossip swirls around her distinctive chimeric pelt. Mockingbirdcry can kind of respect it, actually; it's all too easy to slip from a member of the ubiquitous grapevine into being part of it, if you weren't careful—a balancing act she's kept secure for many moons and ( without being too self - confident ) would say she's expert in. The downside is that there's really no biting quips to be privately laughed at about someone so . . . aggravatingly average.

Quite the interesting pelt, though, Mockingbirdcry idly notes when Scalejaw pads over. It'd been pretty recognizable way back when in the colonies, although she's prone to stumbling upon gaping voids of blank space when she tries to sift through those memories. Odd.

" Hello, Scalejaw, " she greets in polite tones, letting her tufted ears flicker back. Mockingbirdcry settles the heft of her own tail across her paws, the flat disinterest in the line of her eyes disappearing at Scalejaw's topic of choice. Being bored was pretty much a state of being for her at this point—there was a reason her primary hobby was other people's business, after all, even if she kept it subtle. The kits are lovely, adored by herself, the rotating cast of company is pleasant—but that doesn't change that it is a rather boring existence, indeed.

" Boredom? I think I'm redefining the word, " she mrrows, amusement curling around the edges of her rasp. Maybe Scalejaw is less boring than she expected. " I do love the kits, but, " she lifts one milk - white shoulder in a what can you do? motion. She's been doing this job for two damn turns of the season—it's lovely, it's great, it demands very little of her. It is also loathsome in that it requires she place her very survival in the paws of the oft - incompetent warriors of ShadowClan, present company excluded.

" Maybe this is wrong to say, " she murmurs, and her husk of a voice turns playful, conspiratorial, " but sometimes I really do miss the colonies. " Mockingbirdcry rolls her shoulders in a silken, dismissive shrug. " I mean, they were awful sometimes, but I do miss when we solved our issues with simple tooth and claw, you know? "

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[scalejaw]

★ She had made a point to ensure her history was cloaked- the only thing publicly known, perhaps, was the death of her mate at the Great Battle. Nothing to remember otherwise. A face, blurred in the crowd. She preferred it that way. As Mockingbird cry speaks, she tilts her head with a gesture of amusement. Her eyes skipped towards the other as a shoulder lifted and fell in the shrug, and gently nodded in agreement.

"I wouldn't be surprised if that's how they taught the word- with your name attached." A bit of banter, a light hint of teasing. Scalejaw was good at that, found it set the other parties she spoke to at ease most times. Maybe this is wrong to say... Scalejaw's head turned with interest, her scaled visage pinching gently as her eyebrows drew together. It cleared a moment later, a snort leaving her in that same mirh from earlier.

Chin lifted towards the branches hanging low over their territory. "To a point, I do agree." She said softly. "Testing yourself by battle... it's unmatched. Used to be far easier to teach lessons to rude cats." Scalejaw's muzzle turned upwards with a grin that didn't quite reach her eyes- it was sharp, all kinds of dangerous. A memory seen, then passed from her brain as she spoke again. "But we've traded then for now for some... modicum of peace. Still, it's made some of the younger cats soft." Scalejaw said, thoughtfully.

Which did bring an idea to her mind- ears perked as she thought for a moment. "... Should host a little... sparring tournament. Go in a.. hierarchy. See which warriors end up on top." Scalejaw teased at the idea for a moment, her odd tail flicking back and forth.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty three moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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