sensitive topics don't be afraid // prompt ;; spiders

[✧ Branchfall.]

GOT GUMMYWORMS STUCK IN MY TEETH
shoelace | 20 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold red

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Utterly oblivious as to the tension growing within the ranks, Branchfall doesn't even notice windclans suddenly smaller ranks She was off doing starclan only knows what the other night, only to return back to camp to find a battle scene and feel quite left out of the fun! Pouting ever since, she's taken to doing ever increasingly odd things, determined to spend more time snooping about the camp itself o as to not miss out ever again. Tonight is one such night.

An ear piercing shriek rings through the camp, followed by the cackle of hyena like laughter. "Ah, Don't be such a fraidy-cat," says the unmistakable voice of Branchfall, whiny and childish and much to loud. " 's just a few spiders!" Any who bother to see what has happened will find the oddest of sights just past the camp walls, truly the most disturbing of scenes - Branchfall once more utterly covered in bugs, though this time it is dozens of little baby spiders fresh from their slings that crawl and skitter about her flanks instead of her usual fleas. The cause of this predicament? A rather juicy spider crushed underpaw, an act of 'kindness' by her fellow guard and the source of the unholy noise... who looks like they might be sick, she thinks, staring at them with tipped head.

".... you good?" she says with a flick of her ear, pelt twitching slowly - she's never minded bugs, not really, but these little ones certainly tickle. She hadn't really minded the one big spider, felt bad for the poor thing actually, but it seems the other warrior must really hate spiders.

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// slightly tweaked January ooc prompt! TW for mentions and descriptions of a lot of spiders! sorta-oneshotish but open to replies!
A noise breaks the silence in WindClan's camp, loud enough to pull you and others from their sleep. What happened?​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar does not care for insects, she does not fear them, but she hardly viewed them as life either. They were worse than prey, to her scientific knowledge (which was scarce) they were useless creatures… Their only point in life was to eat other insects and get squished by things hundreds of times their size.

Sleep had grown seldom the past few nights, by some miracle she was still up for this show. Branchfall had returned to camp with tons of tiny spiders crawling around her pelt. Sootstar wonders if the former rogue had been sticking her head into the tunnels, that is where the long-legged spiders liked to nest and roam… especially now that it was cold.

”Best shake them off outside of camp,” Sootstar sighs in advisement, ”Don’t scare me personally, but I don’t want them all over the gorse wall and in my prey.”​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 34 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[SUNNVAR]

Like their leader, Sunstride thinks of bugs as nothing worthy of note. To him, they were simply a part of life. They would crawl through the dirt or eat at prey which sat too long in the sun. Spiders, however, were not the most familiar of creatures. He had spent most of his life belly-deep in snow– they seemed scarce then, and rarely did they cross paths with him. Somehow they had escaped the webbing of his knowledge. He did not know them, and they, he thinks, knew him just as poorly. So he does not think it is the spiders themselves that make his belly crawl in terrible sympathy. It is, instead, the unfamiliarity of it all. Surely they were not deadly, if the others react so calmly. Aside from the one who had screamed.

"How you can allow them on your pelt is a miracle to me," he laughs, though the sound is breathless and uncomfortable. He had sprang o action as soon as the noise broke throughout WindClan's camp. If only he had known this is what would be found. "I worry more for my nest than my meals! There will be no sleep if they make their lives among our nests. You should be rid of them, and quickly."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Azaleafrost]

Azaleapaw frowned as she watched Branchfall come into camp covered in spiders. Why! Why would you do that! Spiders were creepy little things and they deserved to stay in their dark little corners, away from her.

"Are they.... Poisonous spiders?" She asked.

Even worse! They better not be, or else Azaleapaw would be up all night keeping an eye out for the little bastards.

Why was this molly so weird? She made sure to keep her distance from Branchfall. No spiders for her!!
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[GRAVELSNAP]

The silence of night has always given Gravelpaw peace. The shrill shrieking noise that cuts though the camp, though, does not. It takes a few moments of dragging their sleepy paws through the camp, but when they spot Branchfall, surrounded by a few gathered clanmates, Gravelpaw’s eyes narrow. Fool.

The black-patched apprentice stares at the small spiders creeping along Branchfall’s coat. "Aren’t they good at catching bad bugs?" Many questions tug at Gravelpaw’s mind. Aren’t spiders good, actually, because the healer can use their webs to staunch bleeding wounds? They don’t quite understand the negative reactions of their clanmates, but perhaps the warriors know something that Gravelpaw doesn’t.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[LAMBCURL.]

His attention is caught, bewildered, with the words of Azaleapaw. He hadn't known there was such a thing. Surprise after surprise, this world certainly held. His eyes rake across the wriggling things. He sees nothing that seperates them from any other spider, but maybe, maybe... "Oh, look. No, she lives." A test subject without meaning to be, but thankfully, her face is still lively, and her chest still heaves. Wonderous life; a spectacle.

He appreciated any and all of it, to some extent. And to know the true purpose these things brought... Always good. Knowing was always good. "Should we keep some...?" He lifts his watery gaze to Sootstride; the queen's presence the grandest of them all, no matter her physical size. He would not plead, but it'd be amiss not to suggest...​

 

[SOOTCHASER]

unlike his mother, sootchaser doesn't mind arthropods. finds them interesting, even. as a kit he would observe their odd behaviors and study their even stranger body structures. they are beautiful in their own way, with uniquities unseen in other living creatures. as an adult, he has far less free time for frivolities such as insect-watching... but at the very least, he still appreciates them.

the shriek tears through the quiet of the night, and for a heartbeat, sootchaser is returned to the past. dandelionwish is fleeing, and traitors are crawling from the shadows to turn their claws on the loyalists trying to stop the sinful healer. his own skin stings from injuries inflicted by those he was supposed to call his clanmates, their impurity seeping through the cuts and bite marks. get rid of them, his mind screams, echoing the fury of his mother. get rid of them before they infect us all.

but he rises from his nest to find branchfall covered in... spiders. not a war within windclan's own walls. sootchaser breathes out a subtle sigh, the claws that had unsheathed reflexively tucking themselves away once more. taking in the sight was quite amusing for him, watching the long-legged little creatures crawl all over the she-cat's chocolate fur, though he hides it behind an impassive stare. part of him even desires to steal one of the spiders for his own enjoyment, but he refrains, instead opting to stand still beside his mother. sootchaser knows how she doesn't care for insects of any kind, evident in the advice she gives to the other warrior, and he isn't looking to displease her by playing with the invertebrates like a child.

azaleapaw worries over them being venomous, and sootchaser turns his wide-eyed stare onto the fearful child with a murmur, "maybe... only one way to find out." he waves a paw in the direction of the spider-laden molly as if urging azaleapaw to become the test subject. it's a joke, but sootchaser gives no indication of it; it would be more amusing if she thinks he is serious.​

 

[✧ Branchfall.]

GOT GUMMYWORMS STUCK IN MY TEETH
shoelace | 20 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold red

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It is with an ever so childish pout that the molly greets her so called clanmates - nobody else, not one of them, seems as enthused about the spiderlings presence herself. Of course, thats to be expected - these clan cats weren't raised right after all, instead believing in such hocus-pocus as plants healing them, rather than the life-saving bugs beneath their paws. A heavy sigh slips past her lips, and she looks rather forlorn - a sudden change from her usually manic and upbeat demeanor. "s'ppose your right, wouldn' want ya'll to crush 'em in your sleep after all!" by mid sentences she's already perked up, beginning her hop-and-skip dance away from the camp until she feels it's a safe enough distance to free herself from her companions.

Shaking like a wet dog to dislodge most of them, burning ember gaze lands on azaleapaw in surprise. "Course not! who ever heard of a poisonous spider? 'sides, its only poisonous if ya eat somethin', it's venomous if it eats you It's a distinction she's proud to know, after all she has family members that had studied that sort of thing!

Lambcurl seems as reluctant to part with them as herself, and so she flashes the strange tunneler a might grin - "Perhaps just one. she says, as though aquiescing to his request when really she was probably gonna keep a few anyways.

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