camp GLASS BONES AND PAPER SKIN ♱ GIFT

[SHARPSHADOW]

Mottlefox has inspired him. Not to adorn himself with eye - destroying regalia, but to take advantage of Carrionplace's good aspects... of which there were, like, one, compared to the one thousand bad aspects, but in ShadowClan, you had to take what you could get. Earlier that day, Sharpshadow had rooted amongst the trash and treasure alike with no real goal in mind... but once he'd found what he had, he knew that he needed to bring it back to camp. It reminded him so dearly of a not - really - friend of his, that he just needed to show it to her. The uncanny likeness. The similar volatility. The shape. The color. It all screamed her. Sharpshadow dared not even touch it, lest he rub off on its otherwise perfect exterior.

" Hey, Forestshade, " he calls from not too far away, his treasure at his paws. Whenever she wandered over, which she would, because she loved the sound of her name, Sharpshadow would continue. " I was out earlier and... I found something that reminded me so much of you that I had to give it to you. " Gently (and definitely not because he didn't really wanna touch it) he nudges it forward. " It's as beautiful as you are, despite how its a little rougher around the edges – like you. It has your stripes. It's... green. Like your eyes. Not sure if you knew that. I just thought... you really deserved it."

It's a slightly moldly crumpled piece of paper.

with myself i must play in this game of charades ( ♱ ) cause there's no one to speak to

• ooc: Carrionplace is full of many odd things, you find something that reminds you of someone. Maybe it would make a good gift ; gift is for @FORESTSHADE but no need to wait
  

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  SHARPSHADOW: he / she , no pref , dislikes gender neutral language ; fine with gendered terms ; 20 moons old as of 2.13.24 ; ages every 8th
  

  dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between chimera halves. Burdened with a broken tail, often lying dead behind her in the dirt.

  Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharpshadow has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  heavy ic opinions! he's irrational and mean </3

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[ONYXPAW]

I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH — The Carrionplace, ever since Avocetfall had first taught her properly about it, was probably Onyxpaw's least favorite part of Shadowclan's territory. She was well aware of the fact that there had to be advantages to having it for themselves, but she found it difficult to even see that rats as a positive. They were a good source of prey when things were at their worst, yes, but didn't they carry diseases? Not to mention how vicious they were. The actual twoleg junk that was scattered all around hadn't even come to mind as a positive, figuring if anything it would all be a threat to be avoided while padding around. So much of it was rusted and sharp, seemingly eager to dig into the flesh of any Shadowclan cat that steered too close.

Evidently that wasn't all that was there, though, if Sharpshadow's seemingly heartfelt gift was to be believed.

The apprentice was watching with curiosity as he padded into camp, the idea of such a thing uncharacteristically kind from what Onyxpaw knew of him. Of course, once the pretty words were done and his gift was presented, things made a little more sense. She stared down at the piece of paper that had been presented, hoping that her expression wasn't too disgusted when she noticed the patches of green. Was it... supposed to look like that? There was no way for her to be sure - she was no twoleg expert - but she did turn her attention right to Forestshade, wondering how the lead warrior would react to such a unique prize.

CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH ✦ IT IS KILLING YOU

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  ✧ shorthaired tortoiseshell point and chocolate point chimera with blue eyes
  ✧ 5 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; crushing on yellowpaw
  ✧ daughter of monarchroot and sleetjaw
  ✧ shadowclan born; silently loyal to her home
  ✧ difficult to befriend; shy to most except yellowpaw
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Magpiepaw]

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"A kind gesture, the smell of mildew really helps bring it all together." He had seen several unique things in the carrionplace in his few times poking about, it often unearthed treasures of all kinds and he himself had even been found upon a trash pile there when he was but a kitten with newly opened eyes and an inability to understand he had been thrown away in the most literal sense.
Magpiepaw saunters forward to stand next to Onyxpaw, glancing down at the younger apprentice with a tilt of his head as if to say 'do you see this'. 'Younger apprentice' as if that didn't encompass all of them given he was fourteen moons, but medicine cats trained for far longer than a warrior does. There is no herbs to memorize when learning to brandish claws, no injuries to understand when patrolling a border. The black and white tom sat down to observe Forestshade's reaction to the gift, wondering how the blind lead warrior would respond. There was a somewhat meanspirited amusement in sitting idly by while Sharpshadow presented crumpled leaf-life garbage to another but he had seen the nonsense other cats have dragged back to camp claiming it treasure so maybe there was sincerity here. It was hard to say.

——— ⸸ I'm the kid in the rain. Celebrate the insane ———— ⸸ Yeah, never goes my way

• OOC can go here.
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
  
  

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[FORESTSHADE]

Hey, Forestshade, Her friend's call came. She hadn't been doing much of anything - not really, anyway. Laying around and snoozing isn't exactly an important task, so she gets up to approach, only after giving her fur a quick shake. "Hey," She replies, strolling closer to the sound of Sharpshadow's voice. He says she has something to give her and the torbie's ears prick in surprise. She'd never been given a gift before. "Really?" She mews, a hint of excitement in her voice as she comes closer to investigate.

It's as beautiful as you are- wait, what? Did Sharpshadow just call her beautiful? She feels a flush of warmth touch her cheeks against her will. She isn't sure anyone has ever call her that before, either. Her face creases in confusion, her head cocking as she feels at an utter loss for words. It's green, she says. It's got stripes. It's just like her. Beautiful...?

As Magpiepaw jokes, she leans down to sniff the object, only to recoil as the smell of mold invades her senses. "Eugh! Sharpshadow, what the hell is this?" She yowls at her clanmate, nearly gagging at the horrible stench that now won't leave her nose. "Oh my gosh it's like I can taste it!" She whirls around and presses a paw to her nostrils, face contorting in disgust.​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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that was a gesture they don't expect to see at all. sharpshadow calling forestshade pretty and, in his own way, he really does mean it about her. he even comments on every little piece of the paper, truly inspected and there is effort behind the words that he gives. he doesn't ever really talk a lot so this must mean something serious huh? even if it is a filthy molded, and ever so slightly crumpled, piece of paper. even though they wish to scold her gently, tell her to be nice and just accept the gift, they can't help their laugh first at her reaction.

"you probably actually can, kit."

they know she's not a kit but that won't ever stop them from calling her such, until the day they lose their final life. they hold their paw to their mouth with a soft laugh, eyes lit up in amusement. they turn their head in the direction of sharpshadow who seems proud, to say the least. they wouldn't rain on her parade about it.

"come now, forestshade. sharpshadow clearly put a lot of effort in finding something for you. you probably should thank her."
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[Starlingheart]

The art of gift giving is not something that is wasted on Starlingheart. In her life time she had been the giver and the recipient of many. Though, she did have to admit, none were as crass as the moldy twoleg carrion that Sharpshadow deposits at Forestshade's paws. The tortoiseshell gags and Starlingheart cannot blame her, her own eyes water from the stench and she isn't even the one who is closest to it. The look she shoots her apprentice says that she is doubtful of her words, if someone gave her something like this, afterall, she would think it an insult rather than a compliment. Chilledstar says something similar about how Sharpshadow put in a ton of work to find something for their clanmate and again, Starlingheart cannot help but doubt their words. She glances at Sharpshadow out of the corner of her eye and studies her face, her features, her expression, trying to guage just how much this was an insult vs. a genuine gift.

She cant decide so instead she looks back at Forestshade. "You arent-aren't keeping it are you?" she asks, her nose wrinkling in disgust. If such a stench lingered around camp she is certain her herb supply will suffer due to all the upset it will cause in the stomach of everyone around them.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[SLUGKIT]

YOUR MOOD IS LIKE A CIRCUS — people had been getting a lot of gifts lately — the girl was starting to get a little jealous that no one had thought to get her a gift, and it was starting to get on her nerves. she didn’t know what she would want, but she wanted something, that was for sure. a feather. a crumpled up piece of shiny leaf. a nest made of feathers. she actually really wanted some really nice, soft feathers, now that she thought about it.

with everyone gathering and having such strong reactions to something, slugkit just had to see what was happening. finding her way through the crowd and ducking under legs, the fluffy little one found herself staring at what had to be the most vile, dosgusting piece of slime that she’d ever seen. gagging dramatically, she turned around so that she faced away from the thing, hackles raised. "EEEWWW!" she squeaked, shaking her fur out instinctively. "thats wowse than the mud! ewie ew ew ew!" sharpshadow had to be crazy, right? or was this a purposeful jab.

slowly, she looked over her shoulder. "awe you being meannnn?" she inquired, very quickly suspicious.

CHANGING ALL THE TIME ✿ CANT HELP BUT FEEL

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  ✧ chocolate tortie / fawn chimera with low white, green eyes
  ✧ 3 moons old; ages the 24th every month
  ✧ orient. unknown ; currently not looking
  ✧ daughter of eggskip and blazeclaw
  ✧ kit of shadowclan
  ✧ easy to befriend ; trust gained very easily
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Forestshade’s really? is so genuine that it gives him pause, fixing a blank look upon his face that would completely ruin the joke, if Forestshade could see. Granted, the entire setup would be impossible if she could. Sharpshadow’s skin feels tight in the way it typically did. There’s weird tension in between his words and the wait for a reaction. Magpiepaw severs it with their comment.

" Doesn’t it? " His eyes trail sideward, glimpsing the likes of Onyxpaw and Chilledstar creeping nearby. It’s romantic, or something, is what he would’ve said if he wanted to lay it on any thicker.

He didn’t though. Forestshade leans forward, and her face almost makes up for everytime she’s ever annoyed her. It coaxes a laugh from him that sounds like crackling leaves, or maybe more like a dying bird. Probably because he doesn't do it that often. Hopefully it was quiet enough that no one would notice how ugly it is. His teeth gnash to fit his smile. " It's, uh... " She really isn’t too sure. That itself is appropriate, isn’t it? " Twoleg treasure. " Yeah.

Chilledstar is in on the joke, so i tmust be a good one. Sharpshadow lets his shoulders relax, a bit. sharpshadow clearly put a lot of effort in finding something for you. " I did, " he affirms. Sure. His smile is scrunched, now. You aren't keeping it are you? says Starlingheart. He angles the look of a one - winged bird at her. " Oh, why wouldn't she?"

It’s kinda hard to keep up the facade as a kit suddenly totters up to them all, squealing at the offensive smell. Sharpshadow doesn’t know about whatever smell they’re talking about, probably because his nose was purposefully angled away. Awe you being mean? A pair of silver eyes crinkle. She wasn’t, wasn’t she? " Nuh - uh. " The response should be basically on Slugkit’s level.

with myself i must play in this game of charades ( ♱ ) cause there's no one to speak to

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  SHARPSHADOW: he / she , no pref , dislikes gender neutral language ; fine with gendered terms ; 20 moons old as of 2.13.24 ; ages every 8th
  

  dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between chimera halves. Burdened with a broken tail, often lying dead behind her in the dirt.

  Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharpshadow has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  heavy ic opinions! he's irrational and mean </3

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