pafp Do you wanna build a snowman? ✾ Spooky stories, dual intro

[Starwortpaw]

*+:｡.｡ //if you saw Star having an intro a while back ago....no you didn't ;w;;

Starwortpaw trembled into her curly fluff as she listened to her sister expertly weave a tale of ghouls and phantoms, wanting terribly to be supportive of her sibling's creativity but finding it very difficult to focus without letting out nervous squeaks at every thorny twist in the tale. Of course, despite the knowledge that she would soon be going to bed with nightmares, Star couldn't help but admire the way her sister glowed beneath tonight's starlight - a phantom herself as she grinned sharp fangs with all the confidence of a woman born from and for the night. My sister is so cool... Starwortpaw thinks, her chest swelling with joy that she gets to have someone as amazing as Nightshadepaw at her side. Even if tonight she's more of a monster under the bed than a proper knight. Starwort lets out a squeal when Nightshadepaw speaks suddenly of the monsters in her tale pouncing, and quickly she throws snowy white paws over her tightly squeezed eyes, hoping to keep herself safe from the monsters her sibling brought to life.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ Updated 11/12/23

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  GENERAL:
  
  ✾ Starwortpaw
  ✾ DFAB— She/They — Bisexual
  ✾ 7 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ✾ NPC x NPC , sister to Nightshadepaw
  ✾ Thunderclan — Apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ✾ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ✾ Attack in bold #ebd071
  
  injuries: None currently
  
  

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[nightshade]

-˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Nightshadepaw's grin is widest when she's twisting a narrative bigger than herself, bigger than her monotonous life in the clans. She doesn't read the tremble of her sister's shoulders as fear. All Nightshade can feel is her sister's eyes truly perceiving the power she holds. She watches her own shadowed figure through her sister's eyes, round and always full of awe. The rare moments alone she gets with Starwortpaw remind the both of them how the natural order of this life ought to be.

"... Only a few moments after moonhigh do you hear it. The soft sound of panting fills the clearing, until it's deafening. It's everywhere. It can't be one of your clanmates. In fact, you've never heard any prey nor predator like it... Pawsteps trail behind you, a jagged rhythm for your demise." Nightshade feels herself practically glowing. Her haunches twitch, mimicking the tremble in Starwortpaw's whiskers. Except, only one of them knows what's next. "You whip around, and BAM!" Just for an instant, Nightshadepaw flinches at her audience, her eyes flashing like she is the night terror, and she has permitted its malcontent spirit to briefly leap out from the story.

Starwortpaw sinks into the shadows cast by her sister, and Nightshade is mad with delight.

Just as quickly as she pounced out at them, she sinks back in on herself, her slightly slouched pose returning. She continues the story with a hushed voice, her eyes even once more like she wants to mock her audience for being scared in the first place. They said they could take it.

Her eyes narrow in on Starwortpaw. Nightshadepaw leans in close to her sister with a frown like she suddenly disapproves of the still-lingering fear cast on her face. The shadow cast by the moon make it near impossible to draw the line at Nightshade's acting and true anger. The shadows engulf them both, yet suddenly both of them become main characters in a story for their growing audience. "You're not going to back down and let it rip your throat out, are you? What kind of warrior is that?" She looks down at Starwort with a challenge in her barely illuminated face-- or maybe inviting her for the sake of an interactive story.

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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The moonlight normally signaled peace. Batwing had always been accompanied by it, when he felt the most lonely or out. His father's spectre had hung around for a long time- the last time he may have seen him was during the journey, a time that feels... so far away now. His ears flattened at the thought. Did that mean he was growing out of it? A soft breath left him as he exited the warrior's den, hoping to catch a glimpse of the moon-

"BAM!"

His ears twitched, emerald greens shifting towards two apprentices who have not yet found their nests. Batwing approached on silent paws, his mottled pelt serving perfect in the moonlight. Snow beneath his paws made it hard to entirely hide his steps, but he sat down nearby, his head tilting curiously as he looked on upon the two apprentices who were entirely too locked in their story.

Yet, Nightshadepaw's words could be attributed to something deadly. He knew it better then some in this camp- Flamewhisker served the same pains he did. Dogs. What the apprentice described sounded an awful lot like what Batwing had knocked Flamewhisker free from her stupor for. Something his friend had turned to let the dog take her. Something that had taken her daughter's legs. His face suddenly twisted in a sharp grimace, vision dropping away, towards the camp-edge.

He didn't want to think about it anymore. So he sat, a silent watcher in this conversation, vision cast off to one side.

"speech"​

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[WHITELION]

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He found himself outside the warrior’s den, far away, but close enough to hear the most peculiar story, helm shifting to watch Nightshadepaw, his brow curved upward in feathered amusement, shadowed by curiosity. A peculiar story. A story that will most certainly cause a few apprentices the most unpleasant dreams once sleep claims them. To intervene, or to let it take its course? The most important question resided in Whitelion’s actions, and so, in a bout of laziness, the white-furred warrior settled down, wrapping a plumed tail around his body.

There would come a day when they would face their fears, ghoulish creatures haunting their dreams. It would be imperative for them to grow in confidence in the face of danger, to keep a level head and listen rather than rush forward when not all the pieces have been moved on the chessboard.

But Whitelion was rather interested to hear the rest of Nightshadepaw’s story. ​

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thought speech​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — Slipping out from his den and rubbing at his nose with a paw, Hailstorm shifts his attention to the sound of squeals and eager storytelling. It reminds him of the tale that Scorchpaw had shared with him and a few others while they were on the journey, he wonders if the flame pelted apprentice is still telling the same story today on this moonlit night. He notices the dark pelt of his friend, the paler one of Whitelion settling down to listen more closely, and the tom can't help but frown at the words that slip from Nightshadepaw's jaws not liking how it reminded him of the baying dogs that had torn through the land in an attempt to catch them. He briefly shudders at the memory deciding to walk in the direction of Batwing until their coats brushed against one another in greeting, he gives his friend a gentle nudge of his nose and offers a faint smile before settling down to sit beside him.

"It reminds of when Scorchpaw told us about Thorn Claws." He muses quietly to his best friend focusing his attention onto the pair of apprentices once more wondering what direction this scary story would take and he perks his tufted ears forward to listen closely.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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