private For whom the belly tolls ⤜ Hollowmask

[shriketalon]

Living most of their life outside of clans of the warm nests of twolegs somewhere between the classification of loner or rogue has given them brilliant perception, you have to learn to look over your shoulder a lot on the streets of Twolegplace. When looking for food in the lands between the clans that perceptiveness had been sharpened their already decently keen senses. The black and white cat was used to eyes being on them, at the start of being amongst their now clanmates anyways. Suspicion was drawn to them, while they hated it they could understand it they guess.

Eyes on them had started to dwindle in numbers, while they were aware that not everyone was happy with their presence they were a common enough sight for it to be old news. Among the chatter of a missing apprentice, constant skirmishes with WindClan and the disaster that was the gathering they had been given the brilliant anonymity that came with blinding into the background.

These days they had been feeling eyes back on them, at first they thought it was just a coincidence. When they first noticed it they were standing by Ferndance at the border shared with WindClan, they felt themself being stared at a little longer than usual by a bulky cinnamon and chocolate tortoiseshell. They had later learnt that her name was Hollowmask, at least they’re pretty sure that’s her name. She seemed nice enough, didn’t seem to bite back on remarks against others which Shrike appreciated. They kept running into each other throughout the camp, not that they particularly minded but they noticed that her stare kept lingering.

They had decided it would be better to confront the issue now rather than sit and wait for some confrontation aimed at them. With a sigh they willed themself away from the ground warmed by the late afternoon sun. Dusk has started to colour the camp in dimming blues and other dark hues, they pad along the camp clearing until they notice an increasingly growing familiar pelt. Bounding up to her they have their usual grin “heya, you know that you can say hi you know? I won’t bite if you do” they’re to the point but don’t lose their friendly tone.

Their eyes narrowed as they tried to get a read on the she-cat in front of them. Though they weren’t really as good as reading others rather than knowing that they were being read. “We run into each other a lot, so I thought I should introduce myself, y’know? I’m Shrike.” They weren’t really sure what to say after that so they raise their tail in a form of a wave., trying to be as friendly as possible

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  OOC. @HOLLOWMASK
  
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• Shrike│Bio
  ⤜ They / Them, Loner , 28 moons {ages on the 1st},
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes.
  ✧ Jagged x NPC
  ✧ Speech, #ad744a, thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[HOLLOWMASK]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Following the black and white cat around had become a hobby of hers, one that she couldn't really stop herself from doing in the first place. Something compelled her to look after the other, to see what they did during their free-time, to study them and truly understand them. They haven't been here since she was young, they were a newer face in the crowd of cats that have been here for moons upon moons. She thinks idly on their form, eyes olive and always perceptive- white below their eyes, with white splattering their pelt here and there.

She couldn't explain her obsession with that one, but nonetheless, she wouldn't fight it. Her brain had it's reasons, did it not?

A voice calls out to her, snapping her from her lovely daydream and for once, Hollowmask wears an annoyed grimace thinking it's another cat asking her this question. Dull golden eyes flick over to the other, widening when they land on Shrike instead. They have a friendly grin on their face, says something about her being able to say hi, that they won't bite. Something inside of her thumps violently, and she quickly stands up with her own grin in return. "Well, I would hope not. Do forgive me for lurking, I have a habit of doing so- some say it is.. unsettling." She replies with a whimsical look on her face, head tilting to the side as her paw taps at her chin. In moments like these, she is to act all innocent, isn't she? She's been caught in her acts, but they don't seem confrontational or angry.

Her eyelashes flutter, summoning her charisma to the best of her ability. Their narrowed eyes speak to their curiosity, their confusion as to why she followed them around so. They had noticed her quite quickly. Impressive. She smiles warmly at their second question to her. Shrike, Shrike.. She buries that name in her tongue, enclosing it in a tight little cage so it cannot budge. Something inside of her alights with glee, down to the tickling feeling in her toes and the momentary twitch of her tail. "Hollowmask. Ah, how embarrassing that I didn't introduce myself!" She coos, fanning her face with her paw in faux fluster. "R-Really.." She stares through her eyelashes then, pleased with their openness to communicate. This one is eager to make friends, aren't they? Or to be accepted.. Perhaps? Her eyes watch their tail wave in greeting, and she copies the gesture, white-flecked tail waving in mirrored action.

"I just.." She halts, covering her lips with her paw innocently before continuing. "..Wanted to be friends with you. It is lonely to be avoided because of where you came from, isn't it? You see.. My mother used to be a kittypet before the Great Battle. That makes me half-kittypet in blood, and yet.. it took a few moons for cats to get over it. You understand my woes, don't you?" She looks towards them, thankful that they wouldn't automatically assume that she was stalking them. That would be so insane, wouldn't it?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── はるか遠い遠い昔　巻かれた首輪 ⋅❁⋅ 人が欲しい人が欲しいと叫ぶ　呪いの首輪 ──┐‎

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  HOLLOWMASK ✩ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, thirty moons.
  ⭃ big, bulky body that stands at 10in, with long, wild and spiky fur. gives off eerie vibes despite oftentimes seen smiling.
  ⭃ no close friends // dislikes nobody // no mate, no children.
  ⭃ will kill / will not show mercy / will rarely flee
  ⭃ [DANGER!!] this character is cunning, manipulative, sadistic, and controlling yet hiding under a friendly guise. please proceed with caution when interacting with her. ic opinions/actions are ic only.
  ⭃ attempts at healing is permitted, peaceful powerplay is permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by @icaria ↛ @icariarests on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[shriketalon]

Hollowmask plays the part of an innocent she-cat well, Shrike is none the wiser about the underlying fact that she knew what she was doing. They believe wholeheartedly that it's just some habit, a lot of their clanmates seem to have strange habits such as this so who were they to think any different. “I wouldn't call it unsettling, I just wanted to know if it was from a well meaning place or not” they find it better to just lay out their expectations like this. No room for misunderstandings or anything like that. Shrike held charisma in the sense of they knew how to protect themself to make their presence known, not that they were good at being charming.

Hollowmask however, seemed to be very charming in her own charisma. They feel the tips of their ears flush in warmth as she flutters her eyelashes and in turn breaks eye contact so they can keep composure. The only physical indication that this had affected them was a light swish of their tail as they looked back at her. “Hollowmask…” they repeat to themself in an attempt to remember the name, they were usually pretty good with names but they liked to repeat it to themself anyways. To know how it sounded, to know how it felt, Shrike believed that helped them with their memory.

“You have a nice name! You're fine though no point in stressing over forgetting to introduce yourself, yeah?” their voice is never soft but this is probably the closest it would be to that. She seemed nice, sure the staring without approaching was concerning but she didn't really seem to harbour any ill will. They blink in surprise at the omission of seeking friendship, it didn't really seem to be in ShadowClan's repertoire to have approachable clanmates like this.

She reads them a little too well, they have half a mind to be defensive yet they can't find the motivation to. “I- uh. I mean I have my littermates” they try to fall back on the defensive, the crux of why would they feel avoided if they have family here. Then Hollowmask informs the about her mother's past and how it has affected her. They couldn't really lie in the face of something so vulnerable and raw.

“It can be lonely though, yeah.” They nod, unable to do anything but give honesty in return. “I would like to be friends with you, sorry to hear that some cats here are weird about you being half-kittypet. You're probably stronger than half of them!” A bleeding heart their father once said in critique of them, they supposed he's right in moments like this.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Black sheep ⤜ Come home ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  OOC.
  
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• Shrike│Bio
  ⤜ They / Them, Loner , 28 moons {ages on the 1st},
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes.
  ✧ Jagged x NPC
  ✧ Speech, #ad744a, thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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