flowers grow out of my grave ☀ maggotpaw

[SUNFLOWERMASK]

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YOU ARE THE DAYLIGHT

Sunflowermask is... not as bothered by bring in ShadowClan's territory as they would have thought. The land of rat-eaters and shade-dwellers would have been a source of deep paranoia many moons ago, but now they feel merely the tension that comes with change, with movement. They've never liked things that are unexpected. So, too, does the cramped "camp" of the burnt sycamore, filled with all the strange faces that swirl throughout gathering nights.

So, they steal away. More freely now, not so hidden. A warrior breaking off from a (deeply uncuccessful) hunting patrol is not so strange as an apprentice, and Sunflowermask knows the scent they've caught (closer to the byrnt sycamore than many of her Clanmates are willing to go) very well by now. A soft chrrp resonates through their throat in greeting, muffled by the scrawny lizard the carry. A catch barely fit a kit, but they find the presence of a familiar face an all too welcom distraction.

They feel a quiet warmth upon seeing the moon-dipped head of their... friend? They're not quite sure, not quite ready to put words to what it is they have, even internally. All they are sure of is that they are glad to not have to risk so much to see Maggotpaw anyway; no one would question a WindClanner and a ShadowClanner together, not when they are living so close now.

YOU ARE THE NIGHT
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• // @Maggotfur.
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• SUNFLOWERMASK [
  — they/them, 11 moons.
  — windclan warrior
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most. rarely speaks.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
• "SPEECH"
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[Maggotfur.]

🕱 NO I DON'T MIND YOU ARE A BEAUTY 🕱

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maggotpaw & 12 moons & female & she/her & shadowclan apprentice​

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Of all the cats now encroaching upon her territory, filling it with their unpleasant presence, there is only one maggotpaw is happy to see. It takes longer to reunite than she'd like - leaving the bulky-framed she-cat on edge, more irritable than ever. Few are spared her scathing tongue between patrols, and she feels utterly stifled. And then at last, she sees the one she'd been looking for. White ears prick at the soft noise they make, turquoise gaze thawing ever so slightly.

A lizard hangs in the gold-furred felines jaws, and she frowns. Its... not much. It's not that Maggotpaw disagrees really with chilledstars words, of course there is no prey to spare for cats who are overall more of a nuisance and a burden to shadowclan than a help. But... sunflower is different than the other moorland rats. At least to her. Magpiepaw is not here to help her untangle this mess, to help her reason out why, and so she's left to act only upon her instincts. "Is that all you caught?" it comes out sharper than she means it, tail flicking slowly. It's a hard habit to break after all.

" 'Suppose you must be very fast then," she adds on after a moment, the praise foreign to her. It's as awkward now as it is when she'd said a similar thing to halfkit about the bone trinkets she'd made - kindness does not come easily to her after all. But still, she'll try. For sunflowermask. " That can't be nearly enough, Would you... like to hunt with me? We'd catch more that way," and it'll keep her from forgetting not to eat hers immediately, she hopes.

— not temptation, you're my creation ♛

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  — a massive tabby she-cat with striking turquoise eyes, there has always been something not-right about her. cold and apathetic, and more than a bit unhinged, the monster that is maggotpaw is a volitile presence within shadowclan. she seems strangely taken by magpiepaw, putting herself in role of both tormentor and protector.
  
  — physically medium && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
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