FREAKING OUT ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PROMPT

[roaringsun]

〔✦〕Dusk patrols lately had all been weird. From bats swooping around to twolegs doing StarClan-knows-what at snakerocks, it wasn't a shocker that he was on edge during this one, too — especially with the tale Stormywing had told a few moons ago. Ghosts, the ghost of a warrior condemned to wander the world of the living, seeking revenge for her missing claw. . . As if on cue, the woods whisper and sing around them, and a shiver rolls down his spine.

He's distracted, sunburnt eyes darting all around them; had the forest always been so eerie? Get it together, Roaringsun tries to act all tough, yet the snap of a twig beneath his own paw makes him jump. It's embarrassing, especially since it's done in the presence of a lead warrior. What kind of warrior was he, to be startled by a twig and the howling woods. . .

Bump. The flame-sepia tom hits something, and he thinks it's someone else for a fraction of a second. His claws slip out, and he claws at the pristine white. . . thing in front of him. He tears through it with relative ease, but the lack of blood confuses him. "What?" He looks at his paw, and then at the wound he'd inflicted. Was it not hurt at all? He glances up at it, to check it fully.

It had a. . . a face? And it was smiling. Why was it smiling?! Roaringsun claws at it again, and once again a bloodless wound is left. "What?!"

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc. @BURNSTORM @Bugpaw ! @Houndshade but no need to wait! They've found some ghost decorations :)
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 13 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[Houndshade]

Image is everything to Houndshade, she wouldn't admit to vanity but it's very obvious that they carry that trait. That's why she tries to keep a careful gait even as she could have sworn the branches of the forest trees looked like gnarled claws. "Do you think if we complain enough next time we can patrol when the suns still out?" There's humour in her tone but it's clear that there's a tremour behind it. Her fur bristles and ripples in uncomfortable waves, they'd deflect and say it's because it's so cold lately but Stormywing's story is fresh on their mind. Unbeknownst to her it is also on Roaringsun's mind, in this moment she feels solitary in her unease. There's a grimace at the sound of howling winds, convinced that it must be the doing of those claw branches, could spirits possess trees? That's the only explanation for why they look like this.

A flurry of white catches her attention, head whipping over to her patrol mates direction to see what had hit him. Maybe it was a bird? A really fast cat? A ghost cat? "What is that thing?" she hisses, hackles raising (or had they already been raised by the wind?) She's quick to circle around to the other side of it, taking the time to try and pick up any scent but she couldn't find anything other than twoleg. Wounds are created yet no blood is pouring, clearly he's doing something wrong. Yet... It's not attacking him, is it somehow sleeping?

She lifts herself to stand on her hind legs for a brief moment, able to gain enough height to gather as much of the white flesh she can in her maw. Tugging it down with her as she landed back on all four paws, trying to thrash it between her jaws, some part of it tears but the creature still stands tall, no blood from the wound once more.

"Is it... Dead?" they whisper with a confused head tilt, spitting out the scrap of white they obtained onto the ground below. "Roaringsun, do you think you'd try to eat this?" she once again attempt to find humour in the situation, glancing over at Burnstorm and Bugpaw to see if either of them somehow had any answers.

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[mottledpaw]

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Just another... boring patrol...

Mottledpaw doesn't mind the monotony of doing the work. It's inevitable really and all she has to look forward to in life. This was what warriors did... the only difference between her and her mentor was a level of freedom and refined skill (as much as she loathed to admit it). Roaringsun has his fur in a twist suddenly, inspiring her attention from a half-asleep train of thought... Her vision lifts, lazy and uninterested... only to shortly grow narrowed with wary confusion. Even those around her don't recognize these things... It never bodes well when a bunch of ancients don't know what's happening (yes, even these recently, freshly graduated warriors feel like they yawn in age compared to her). Houndshade sinks their teeth into one of the things, thrashes around like she's caught a piece of prey...

There's no reaction, even as a piece of it tears from the main body....

Passively, she clings to her mentor's side, certain that whatever this threat was could probably be held off by the loud-mouthed warrior. "Don't eat it," she hisses at the smoky feline's joke, "What if it's poisonous?"​

 

[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 If Falconheart wasn't certainly the inspiration behind Stormywing's spooky ghost story, he'd likely be feeling the same as Roaringsun—on edge, nervous with every brush of autumn-chilled wind against his coat. It would be easy to imagine, at this time of night, that every shifting shadow and rustle of leaves is a new ghost, something frightening to look out for. In combination with all the other strange things that have been happening… it makes sense to be on guard. It makes so much sense, in fact, that when the younger tom runs directly into a fluttering white thing that seems to appear out of nowhere, Falconheart nearly doesn't react. Just another weird occurrence… wait. Another one? Dual-toned eyes widen, and the cream tabby takes a half-step backward as Roaringsun and Houndshade both move closer to the object.

The duo of young warriors ask what the thing is, confusion easily overtaking fear and panic as swipes of their claws fail to spill blood. The strange thing's skin tears loose, shreds falling to the ground, but it doesn't seem to feel the pain. If it turns out to be a threat, it could prove to be undefeatable. Houndshade suddenly leaps up in an attempt to drag the creature down to their height—Falconheart takes another precautionary step back, casting a glance toward each of his apprentices. "It doesn't seem to be dangerous," he comments, tipping his head quizzically as his attention returns to the deathless thing. "But maybe we should leave it alone… and definitely not eat it." He looks to the other warriors on the patrol, a frown gracing his muzzle. Why are all these strange things happening to ThunderClan lately?

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw & littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Softsight]

Softsight had to admit, there was something in the air recently around ThunderClan, something that had everyone sharing stories and coming in contact with strange things, be they Twoleg or wild. She isn't sure what will happen next, but she can sense that Houndshade and Roaringsun are on edge as they take a patrol out into the forest at dusk, the chill of the claws of Leafbare trying to tear into her coat.

When Softsight jumps, it's because she's surprised that the first instinct is to attack this strange new thing that's been discovered, but she quickly recovers and exchanges a glance with Falconheart while Roaringsun and Houndshade try to tear the thing apart, but it refuses to bleed, and smiles all the while. Houndshade jokes about eating it, and Softsight sighs - those two and eating things. StarClan forbid they ever be out on their own without anyone else to control their impulses.

"If it smells of Twolegs, it could very well be poison." Softsight agrees with Mottledpaw and Falconheart, and stares up curiously at the white creatures. "Or something of the sort. You see for yourself it doesn't bleed - who knows what it's capable of."

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
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