DARKNESS WILL SPARE MY SOUL [✦] observing

[EERIENIGHT]

The burnt sycamore no longer holds nightly lessons, rather an exhibition instead. A gallery - holding more portraits than Eeriepaw has ever seen; more than what the full moon is capable of holding under its light.

Some are old - bound in familiarity, in previous gatherings and border patrols - and some are new. But Eeriepaw watches all the time, hidden in the shadows of the gallery, a dark gaze watching as they mingle in the outskirts of his home. How long would they be here? He doesn't know, doesn't think anyone knows. Their arrival was a surprise to all, and now they live where he's supposed to train, where he's supposed to find reason for his warrior name.

Unblinking, he watches, his gaze shifting from portrait to portrait, each with their own color palette to analyze. Of night skies and flames, of smoke and ice. He watches, watches their ways, and listens to their words, a curiosity held within him as large ears strain to listen to their conversations. What does one speak of when they're so far from home? When others plague their camps?

Quiet in the shadows, he stands, invisible to the cats before him.

Invisible, that is, until a rustling gives way to another's presence. Though startled, Eeriepaw's face remains expressionless as a rounded gaze darts away from the scene before him, the void-like face swiftly turning toward whoever has found him.

"Yes?" he asks slowly, blinking at the cat who breaks his silence.
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[WOLFWIND]

It was hard to imagine that this territory had once been her own. More than four seasons ago, Wolf knew these lands like she knew her own paws. She could pounce on a frog or lizard— even if she by far, wasn't the best at it, and later she'd realize that's because she's meant to hunt mice and squirrels and rabbits, not the paltry excuses for prey that lurked throughout the marshes. When Wolfwind isn't hunting for her clan, she finds herself poking and prodding where she's allowed to... seeing if she recognized this stump, or if this stone was in the same place it had always been. Her poking eventually gives way to something entirely new— a cat.

She wasn't even positive that she wasn't just imaging the dark figure until it speaks to her. Wolfwind startles with a wide - eyed blink, before the molly peers closer, craning her head to the lanky form. " Woah, you guys are scarily good blending in. I didn't even know you were there. " And why were they there. They lift a question to Wolfwind as if she was looking for something, but she'd weant to ask him what he's here for. " Nothin'. And you? Just... hanging out. "

He was obviously a ShadowClanner— and as such, there was no reason for him to be down at the burnt sycamore with the rest of them. That is, of course, unless he's just curious. And who wouldn't be curious, when you have four whole clans living in your yard. " You curious? Why don't a come and hang out with us? No need to lurk. " Wolfwind would attempt to beckon them away from the shadows with a flick of her tail. " I'm certainly open, if you have any questions for ThunderClan. I was born in Leaf - bare... " Wolfwind hopes she'll goad him into saying more if she pretends she's totally going to go on some uninteresting tirade if he doesn't say something soon.

OOC ✨ 9.5.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

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• [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! MENTOR 2 EMBERPAW; KIN 2 MANY.
  —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 22 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.
  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER

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[FALCONHEART]

The feeling of eyes upon him has trailed Falconpaw for his entire life. He's grown somewhat used to the feeling of being watched, of being judged. That doesn't make it any less uncomfortable, however. His skin still prickles when another's eyes rove over his pelt, and the apprentice isn't certain whether the heavy feeling that settles between his shoulders is the weight of others' stares, or if it's just the stress of being driven from his home that's made him so tense. It seems more like the latter, though, when he happens to look around and catches the inky, unblinking stare of a strange, spidery cat. A ShadowClanner, he thinks, and an unsettling one. He glances around, trying to determine whether any of the surrounding cats have also spotted the wraith that watches over them all. It seems that Wolfwind has already noticed the stranger, though, in all her poking around. She seemingly doesn't hesitate to speak to the ShadowClan cat, and so the cream tabby hesitantly picks his way over to the two.

To Wolfwind, he offers a friendly flick of an ear. She seems eager to pull the shadowy feline into conversation, and Falconpaw waits for her to finish speaking before he cuts in himself. "Um—hi. I'm Falconpaw." The lead warrior at his side has already asked if the ShadowClanner is lurking, which seems a good question, but he's more curious about why. And how. "Why are you... uh, watching us?" He asks the question with a tilt of his head, the flicking of his tail giving away his curiosity.​

[ find me way out there ]​

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[BEEFANG]

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳˚❥ She had felt uneasy being in another clans territory that was not her own and not her home, it was all unfamiliar to her. She dared not to stray away from the Burnt Sycamore, she'd rather not get lost in Shadowclan territory or bitten by the large rodents that inhabit the Carrionplace. The uneasy feeling is only increased and she rolls her shoulders uncomfortably feeling like there was some gaze boring into her skin, fur, and flesh. Snowy paws shuffling for a moment and notices movement from the corner of her eye, it seems she's not the only one who seems to be unnerved at the possibility of someone watching them. Two voices behind her confirms that there was someone there, Beepaw whipping around to see that it was some weirdo Shadowclanner. Wolfwind already inviting the tom to hangout with her and Beepaw bites down on her tongue, she wouldn't share such odd company with Eeriepaw especially if he simply stared with an unblinking gaze.

Eugh. She rises to her paws and slowly walks over with her tail sweeping behind her "Hello, I'm Beepaw." She introduces herself then glances to Falconpaw who asks why he had been watching them and her ear flicks momentarily before adding with a small nod of her head "Yeah, it's kinda..." A pause as she wonders whether to be polite or blunt and her next words are simply to the point "Weird."

𓆟. ° .• . WHEN DOES A RIPPLE BECOME A TIDAL WAVE?

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  ❥ 4 moons old
  ❥ riverclan apprentice
  ❥ sexuality unknown; single
  ❥ daughter of cicadastar and smokethroat
  ❥ sister of cicadapaw & starlightpaw
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ easy; still learning how to fight
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   It is not the cat themself that draws Sunstride's attention. Like Wolfwind, he would not have seen them first. Had he not spoken up...it would have been embarrassing, in truth. That is not something that he will admit to. Instead his head lifts with the practice care of someone completely unsurprised (despite the spark of unease within his chest at the realization that he had been). With great curiosity, wondering who could possibly have caught the entire group so terribly off guard, he approaches. And finds nothing more than an...apprentice. Dark-furred, yes, and so patiently impassive that he must have sat with great stillness, yet an apprentice nonetheless.

How many more ShadowClanners had he missed within the dark? His eyes scan the territory nearest before he can assure himself there is no need. They were allowed to use this place as a home. He should be grateful instead of suspicious. Perhaps it was only Sootstar's death that plagues him now. That is an easy way out of his uneasy heart. Looming above Beepaw, who stinks of RiverClan, he tacks on: "And a useful skill to have. Perhaps you may share some tips, as we tell you of the clans you were so eager to observe."

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. —
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.   FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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