GRIM GRINNING GHOSTS ♡ full moon (prompt)

[Palefire]

The leaves had nearly all fallen from the trees now, leaving them shivering in the cold leaf-fall air as the patrol wandered through the eerie forest. Now that Leafbare was inching closer, prey was already becoming scarce, and they had quite a few mouths to feed this year. It was essential that they find ways to make up for the lack of prey now that the seasons were changing, one of which being more frequent hunting patrols. Palefire had volunteered to lead one after sundown, though she was now beginning to regret that decision.

Where the midnight forest would usually be painted in serene silver moonlight, the Thunderclanners tonight found themselves trekking through something more akin to a nightmare. The moon was larger than usual, which would already be an alarming sight, but it was also glowing a frightening shade of orange. It appeared to almost bathe the world around them in crimson, turning everything bloody and hazy. The young warrior felt her hackles bristle as she lead the group along, trying to keep her apprentices close. Something about this made her stomach churn. "Let's... let's hurry tonight," she murmured to her clanmates quietly.

Just when it seemed like things couldn't get any creepier, a twig suddenly snapped from somewhere deeper in the trees, the sharp sound reverberating through the still forest and making it seem as though it were coming from everywhere all at once. The lynx-point whipped around, pale blue eyes widening slightly as she peered into the darkness. Was it just her, or did it feel like something was watching them...? "I hate this," she muttered under her breath, though admittedly she couldn't calm her racing heart. "Do you guys see something out there, or is it just me?" Maybe they should turn back... surely the clan could survive until morning without fresh prey, right?

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• [ @RACCOONSTRIPE @Fadingpaw @DOESPRING but no need to wait <3 app tags @Meadowpaw & @ivorypaw ]

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

The moon sears the night sky like a brand of fire; Raccoonstripe has never seen it this color, looking almost like a cat had sank its teeth into its flesh and let it fill with blood. He lets Palefire lead the patrol, though his ego simmers at being commanded by yet another warrior half his age, half his experience; watching her move ahead of him, muscles rippling beneath her light-colored fur, reminds him of Roeflame organizing her patrols. His brow is creased, his temper dark. The wounds inflicted by Silversmoke have healed, and the scratch Twitchbolt had scored into his cheek is only half raw now.

Still, this patrol is the most action he's seen since that day. Roeflame won't likely send him to that border again, which is both a relief and infuriating to contend with. He'd give half a mouse tail to meet Silversmoke and his venom-soaked tongue again.

"Let's... let's hurry tonight," Palefire murmurs to the patrol. Raccoonstripe's eyes narrow. "Fine." He flicks his tail tip, wondering what has her so uneasy. Is it the moon — or is it something more?

His thoughts whirr to a stop. Something snaps, somewhere in the shadows beyond them. Raccoonstripe freezes, his ears flicked forward. He stills. "What was that?" His jaws part, but the air gives nothing away. Something uneasy begins to fill his belly, though outwardly, he scoffs. "It's probably nothing, unless ShadowClan has chosen to spread their reek over our territory." He smiles. It's a touch tenebrous. "We'd smell them first, though."

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @Scarletpaw apprentice tag
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 46 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.

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[ivorypaw]

Night patrols are strange — and Ivorypaw doesn't have the effortless vision and skulking paws a ShadowClanner is gifted with. She traipses through the undergrowth behind Palefire, her curled ears taut. The moon tonight is off, too, too-full and scarlet; the clearing is bathed with an eerie ginger glow. Her mentor murmurs to the attending cats to hurry, and Ivorypaw nods once, obedient.

It's not until things start snapping in the woods beyond that she begins to feel uneasy. Raccoonstripe scoffs, says something about ShadowClanners, but Ivorypaw gives her mentor a worried look. "Well... what if it's a... a fox, or something, or a... a rogue?" She bites her lower lip, glancing about the shadows and waiting for one of them to move toward her with bared teeth.

What if it's one of Skyclaw's rogues, coming back to finish the job? Hot water rushes into her mouth; she is tempted to gag, remembering the taste of the vole, the periphery her teeth had had to the deathberries.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 8 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[Ravenpaw]

〔✦〕When her mentor's name had been called to join the after sundown patrol, Ravenpaw's gaze had sparkled with excitement. It wasn't very often that they did anything after dark, and her pelt was made for this. Despite her tail and leg, the majority of her pelt was as dark as night...quite the contrast to Ivorypaw's gleaming pelt. She hadn't seen snow before, but she had heard some of the younger warriors compare Palefire's apprentice to snow. The apprentice trailed behind the warriors, glancing at Meadowpaw and Ivorypaw at occasion. Her sister was close friends with Meadowpaw, or at least she used to be...she couldn't keep track with who all Bugpaw had befriended. Her siblings were a lot more outgoing than she was. Ever since Sparrowpaw died, she hadn't really spoken much.

Palefire's voice broke the silence, wondering if anyone saw anything out ahead of them. She tried to look, but she couldn't see much of anything with her shorter legs. The apprentice flattened her ears against her skull for a moment, before an idea popped into her head. "Maybe it's the Clawless Cat" she said quietly, hoping that if she suggested it that her brother would appear out of nowhere.

I WALK A LONELY ROAD ( the only one that I have ever known ) //

• ooc.
• RAVENPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by tbd . flamewhisker x flycatcher . sibling to bugpaw, squirrelpaw, sunpaw, falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 9 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ single / heterosexual/ mono / open to crushes
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy in battle
  
  ✦"speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired tortoiseshell with low white and green eyes. Ravenpaw bares a pitch black pelt, broken up by vibrant blazes of red fire. Her fur is long, curling up around her face. She has dark green eyes like her mother, and carries a light, athletic build like her mother. She has very minimal white like her father, only having a little spot above her nose on her face, and her front left toes. Her front left leg is encapsulated by blazing fire, wrapping around her back up into her bushy fox-like tail.

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The way that moon shines tonight is enough to make the silver tom slip from the safety of his den and his helm tilts to the side, a small frown pulling at his lips before glancing over his shoulder briefly towards the warriors den knowing that it'd be for the best to take someone with him... but he decides to go anyways as he slips through the mouth of camp and slips into the oak forest without a single thought, his whiskers twitching as he regards the night with caution. Is this some sort of sign from Starclan itself? He isn't certain as he presses forth being careful not to make a lot of noise while he slips through the thick foliage and plants that are losing its usual green for a vibrant sunkissed hue. He knows that it won't be long until snow covers the ground and the chill season would begin to make prey become scarce... Gentlestorm can feel anxiety gnawing at his belly knowing that Doepath's plump with kittens and grows concerned for her unborn young, his ears pressing flat against his skull and not paying attention to where he steps.

His large paw snaps a twig in half and its enough to make the fur along his fur begin to lift, the sound of voices further up ahead cause his pupils to narrow in a feral way almost forgetting that he's in his own clan's territory. The large medicine cat causes the thick foliage to rustle with more noise as he begins to head in the direction of the voices and a loud growl begins to rumble within his throat, his claws unsheath as they dig into the ground cool soil underfoot and once he peers his large head out of the bushes does it snap in the direction of the patrol as if he were some wild thing. His eyes glow golden underneath the light provided by the orange tinted moon that hangs overhead and his lips drawn into a silent snarl as his growls grow louder by the passing seconds.

It takes a moment for Gentlestorm to realize its not a foe but rather his own clanmates and he's quick to settle down, the pale medicine cat lowers his hackles and focuses his earthy pools on the patrol with a small frown on his maw "Oh... it's just you..." He swallows the urge to clear his throat awkwardly and instead shakes himself out as he straightens his posture, he feels a little silly now for his overreacting but casts a glance in the direction of the moon, "It's so... different."

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[Meadowpaw]

Meadowpaw isn't afraid of the dark! Or at least, that's what she tells herself as she concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other while she traverses the moonlit forest at her mentors side. It doesn't help that everyone on the patrol is on edge tonight, but she does her best to put on a brave face anyways (even if her lips do tremble a little in relief when Palefire murmurs that they should hurry and Racoonstripe voices his agreement.) Even her uncle, who she thought was absolutely fearless, seemed tense. "If it's a rogue or something don't worry Ivorypaw, I'll prtoect you!" she murmurs softly to her fellow apprentice, hoping her voice sounds more confident than she actually feels. She lets out a soft snort of amusement as she imagines a clawless cat. How would such a cat ever survive? If she couldn't use her claws well, she would be as useless as crowfood!

But it turns out, none of their theories are correct because a moment later, its Gentlestorm emerging from the shadows, not some unknown monster (Even if in Meadowpaw's mind he was a little scary) The fur on her back lays flat and she quickly turns to give it a few licks, hoping no one saw evidence she ahd been frightened, even for a moment. "You can say that again!" she quips, still at Ivorypaw's side.

( ❀༉ ) there's love in the lightning ₊˚༉‧₊˚

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  MEADOWPAW THUNDERCLAN KITTEN ; SHE / HER
  LIGHTSTRIKE X MOONWHISPER SISTER TO SCARLETPAW & MOTTLEDPAW ; MENTORED BY PALEFIRE
  

  A large fluffy red tabby kitten with a white chest, stomach, tail, muzzle and stripe running along her back. Her eyes are a deep, forest, green and in her pelt one can usually find flowers woven

  ✦ easy in battle + no formal training