pafp DEATH'S A FUNNY PAL;; stuffed animal

[Mouseflight]

After they had crossed the thunderpath, Mouseflight had kept quiet, walking by his fellow WindClanners for a while, zoning out a little bit as they walked, large ears swiveling around as he came to every now and then when something interesting was said, or when an unfamiliar noise cause slight alarm to wrack through his brain. Although he had started the journey with more confidence the young warrior found it waning as time went on and they left the territories further and further behind. It was for the best he kept telling himself, StarClan had said so and so it must be, and hopefully those that mattered wouldn't get killed on the way there.

He zoned out as he thought of this, paws moving on their own as his subconscious made sure that he stayed within the group of cats that had chosen to go on this adventure with the others, but the smell of a thunderpath once again caused him to lift his head, and Mouseflight stopped walking for a moment at the sight before him. There was... something lying next to the road, dirty and beat up and flattened and Mouseflight opened his maw to smell, the only thing filling his senses being the acrid scent of asphalt. Casting a glance at the cat closest to him, he carefully stepped forward, soon finding his steps quickening as he realized it was a cat lying in the road. His plan as he moved foward close enough to see was to try to get the other's body off the side of the path - he didn't like strangers but they didn't deserve to not be buried under StarClan's eye - only to pause once more as he realized this cat wasn't a cat, but a... something. "What the...?" Were the only words he was able to get out before stepping back slightly to sit, staring down at the cat-shaped thing a few tail-lengths ahead of him, too afraid to get too close in case a monster came forward.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

• please wait for @bobbie to post
  
  tldr;; he found a stuffed animal on the side of the road and thought it was a real cat at first~
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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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[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— bobbie, while she'd call herself friendlier than the better part of the other cats, is still sticking relatively close to skyclan as the only homes she's ever known grown further and further behind them. she's lingering near her own group, padding along on sore paws (somehow, they were still not entirely calloused over), when she hears someone speak. she casts a green gaze towards the cat who must have spoken, wary of drawing closer—it's a big-eared tom she'd heard someone call mouseflight, a windclanner, and she's certainly hesitant to strike up a conversation with one of the moor-dwellers. they've dealt her the most sharp remarks out of all the clans by far, and nearly every one of them has cast a disgusted gaze towards her collar.

still, she pads over instantly when she sees what lies on the wayside of the thunderpath—thank starclan it doesn't seem like they'll have to cross this one. it looks like a cat, a limp body, but when she draws closer she spots what the windclanner must have already seen - it's not quite a cat. it....it's shaped like one, dirty and beaten-looking as it is, and her heart twists before she squints closer. its limbs are strange and stiff, its fur artificially neat despite how filthy it is, and it puzzles her.

"it looks like some kind of twoleg thing," she observes, glancing cautiously at the windclanner, not wanting to be dealt another harsh remark. she doesn't exactly want to get any closer to the thunderpath, so she merely remarks, "a twoleg toy, maybe, for their kits. i've seen their strange fake creatures, but never anything that looks like - like a real cat."

NO LOVE, HOWEVER BRIEF (✿) 𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫

• ooc: ——
  
• nothing here, have a nice day :-)
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  — bobbie
  — she/her ; warrior of skyclan ; 40 ☾s
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — chibi by its_oliverr
  — penned by dejavu
  

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Careful of any telltale rumbling under his paws, Sedgepounce tiptoes closer to the Thunderpath when he sees Mouseflight branch from their tight-knit group. Scorchstreak keeps everyone on a short leash, but no one seems especially keen on melding any time soon anyway. He trails after the newly named warrior as if pulled by some invisible tether—confident in his place in this journey, but reluctant to stray too far from his clanmates nonetheless. It's there that he sees the...thing rumpled on the tarmac. Its dirtied, tousled frame is hauntingly cat-like. Sedge has to blink a few times to understand that it isn't.

"Weeeiiird," he says. A stray breeze shoots through the hollowed vein of the road, pushing at its synthetic pelt. Sedgepounce weirdly feels some pity for the thing for reasons that he can't really discern.

Bobbie is soft-spoken but present, the collar around her throat a bloody red stain of conviction. The scent of SkyClan rolls off her wavy pelt like a fog. The figure in the road doesn't look like any toy that he's seen—but, well, things are pretty different in SkyClan, aren't they? "So...does that mean that you guys keep toys of twolegs?" he asks blithely. It's mischievous, though not necessarily meant as a jab. If twoleg kits keep toys of cats, then the reverse isn't all that much of a stretch. "So your kits can learn to play with them better?"

✶ health: 100% notes

• Average wear and tear; a bit travel worn but ready for adventure! ————————————————————————

• SEDGEPOUNCE / 11 MOONS / WINDCLAN WARRIOR A grayish-brown tabby with high white and warm amber eyes. Sharp, hawk-like, angular face; earnest and bright expressions. Soft mid-length fur.

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[LUCKYPAW]

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Sticking close to the clump of WindClanners is easy, especially when it seems as though most everybody is keeping to their Clan and their Clan alone. No desire to mingle with any strange cats, Luckypaw tries to keep himself close to Scorchstreak, or at the very least Scorchpaw - and that's how he intends to spend the rest of the journey. No RiverClan, no ShadowClan, no SkyClan, and no ThunderClan; just because they were all along for the cure, too, doesn't mean he has to like it, not anymore than he likes the thought of climbing all the way up those distant peaks. It's a necessary evil on both accounts, in order to keep the Clans alive, and so when he notices that Mouseflight and then Sedgepounce, too, have veered off from the rest, he casts an uneasy gaze after them, trying to gauge what they're doing. Mouseflight in particular doesn't seem like the kind to socialize with the other Clans, and it seems as though he's spotted something other than the ominous Thunderpath looming up ahead. What that could be, he doesn't have a clue, and honestly, he's more inclined to ignore it more than anything until he hears the distant but familiar cadence of Mouseflight, sounding confused and unsettled and pointedly not in danger, and against his better judgement, he's slipping closer on careful paws.

That SkyClanner he'd run into is here, offering some sort of explanation of the thing they'd found - a Twoleg toy for kits? Hesitant to approach any closer than need be, Luckypaw peers over from what just might be a comical distance away, trying to make sense of...whatever that was, lying half-beaten on the hard, black ground. Immediately, he's put off by the thing, fur standing on end; even if he didn't know it was of Twoleg origin, something just seems wrong about it, the poor mimicry of the form of a cat unsettling him right to the core. "For Twoleg kits?" he murmurs almost absentmindedly, trepidation clear in his gaze that still hasn't broken from the thing, as much as he wants to look away from it. "What are they supposed to do with that?" It's an earnest question, surprisingly enough, buried beneath his distaste for just about everything surrounding the situation he's placed himself in. What finally draws him away from the flattened corpse of a toy is Sedgepounce's questions, something about the familiar tone and even the nature of the words settling him back into place. Still, though, he doesn't like the thing still sitting there, dull, beady eyes looking for all the world like they're watching him, and so Luckypaw edges imperceptibly away, hoping that they'll all start to follow, leaving the twisted thing long behind them as they trek further and further onwards.​

i'm falling into place, but still the timing's not right (☘) yeah that's a fire i just can't seem to light

• OOC: --​
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  - Luckykit Luckypaw
  - He/him (AFAB)
  - 5 moons (Ages on the 1st)
  - Kit Apprentice of WindClan
  - Small blue tortoiseshell with white spotting & green eyes
  - Art by myself & meghan respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​

 

[SCORCHSTORM]

Like Luckypaw, Scorchpaw has been mindful not to mingle– or, at least, not to make her mingling too obvious. She's under enough suspicion as it is at home, having spoken up for Badgermoon and Curlewnose (and why had she done it, when she no longer believes it herself?), that even while she travels alongside Cherrypaw simply thinking about the petal-pelted molly feels dangerous. If she talks with the other apprentice one too many times, who will report her to Sootstar? Who will chase her out of the moorlands she'd give anything for? And so she sticks to her pack, obedient, never speaking out of turn– not anymore. No, Scorchpaw knows better now.

So when her pack veers away from the main group, Scorchpaw follows. The thunderpath is hot acid in her nostrils; her muzzle crinkles without her notice as she approaches on cream-dipped paws. She can't understand what they're all looking at– and then she finds it, and she is horrified. It's a cat, flattened and limp and filthy and... fake. Her stomach finds its place back in her body. She brushes at Luckypaw's shoulder as she cranes her neck to examine the thing, ears flicking as he voices his incredulity. "Maybe this is what they replace their runaways with," she sniffs, sparing Bobbie a dagger-cut glance. Cherrypaw may have her fancy, but all of SkyClan was not blessed with that favor. Her gaze quickly returns to the mangled thing, its threads weaving into the asphalt like roots. "I guess this one ran away, too." Maybe it'd be a good SkyClanner.

𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐈 𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐄 ✧ 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw
  — she/they ; apprentice of windclanclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — penned by meghan
  — chibi by giinya, ref & profile art by me

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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Twolegs are strange - a creature peri has never bothered to understand, and doesn't think he ever will. It's only passing curiosity that draws him forwards - joining the crowd of his clanmates, and bobbie of course. Its a strange sight - four windclanners and a skyclan she-cat gathered upon the edge of the thunderpath, but stranger still is it. Fur bristles and the hiss that leaves his lips is something instinctive, something feral. The not-cat, the toy - it's wrong in a way that unsettles him, and tail lashes anxiously. "We sh-should g-g-g-get away from th-that- that thin-g," he says, wary.

— home is wherever I&#039;m with you ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
• 
  — 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

 

[GENTLESTORM]

✦ Hailstorm had been keeping close with his group but can't but notice that a few cats were gathered around something that was near the Thunderpath and he can feel his gut twisting, he glances at his clanmates briefly before deciding that he was curious enough to investigate and see what they were all looking at. It seemed that the little group gathered consisted mainly of Windclanners and then Bobbie who seems rather alienated due to the collar that wrapped around her throat and the scent of Skyclan that clung to her coat. He cannot imagine how uneasy that must be considering he can still remember Flamewhisker running back once from having warned Skyclan of Windclan's surprise raid, he wonders if they're still bitter about that or if they had ever figured out it was Thunderclan that warned them.

He decides not to dwell on those thoughts when he finally approaches unable to stop his pelt from bristling slightly when Periwinklebreeze's hiss semi-startles him and then his gaze focuses on the sight of a cat crushed, he can feel bile rising in his throat before realizing that it was fake and only confirmed by Bobbie as it was called a twoleg kit toy. Hailstorm feels a frown forming on his maw as he listens to each Windclanner take a jab at the fake cat and Bobbie, his ears flicking back briefly brushing against his skull before nodding in agreement with Periwinklebreeze "I agree. We should get away from the Thunderpath in general, I've personally had enough of it." He says lightly before turning to the Skyclanner and giving her a quick sympathetic look.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 47 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; single
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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