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[Sorrelsong]

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Looking for trouble. She's looking for trouble. It was a common thing heard by coco ears, though it had always been aimed squarely at kits. She was a warrior, something bigger, stronger, more realized. But still, curiosity drove her. Still, her paws ached to play games and run and explore. Perhaps that is why she is here. Perhaps it was the whispers of a group of rogues. Perhaps it was the whispers of another clan. Whatever the reason, she was here on unsteady feet.
Trained eyes watch the grass wave in the wind, hissing softly as it buffs over her. What is she watching for? Prey? Cats? Was there a difference outside the clan territory? Surely there must be. They must be something out here...
So far from the protection of the pines, the title of Sky Clan warrior rings empty in her maw as she spots was must be - yes. Another cat. Pressing close to the ground, the molly begins to back away. Back into the pines and the shadows and the warmth of the forest. A wind blows their scent her way and she pauses. Not a rogue?[/I]
Curiosity peaked, her muscles take their regular hunting position and the molly pressed forward. It feels sloppy to not to worry about the pines and twigs that would litter the ground beneath her, and it takes intentional effort to be more aware of the noise-makers buried in the sea of green here. Eye wide, her muscles bunch.... but she doesn't pounce. The cat smells of... not clan, but not not clan. Maybe Wind Clan was the closest smell but even then that feels like a reach. The other clan? The new one?
She inwardly huffs. Annoyed. Oh great, I'm not a lead warrior. I can't do - uh- lead warrior stuff? What? Welcome them? Defend our territory? Talk to them? Heart beat rising with each thought, the molly tries her best to calm her nerves. She was no good in fighting, and though her muscles were apparent, she didn't think she looked like one to fight. More like a coward who could only climb - which was true. She wasn't even chatty! She lacked the gift of gab her mother and Florabreeze had, so very sorely that any conversation she had could be turned into a promise of blood. Best to back out, let Orangestar - or someone - know that there are cats here.
As she turns to leave, though, something - maybe a twig or branch of stiff piece of grass for al she knew - crunched beneath her paw. Freezing, the molly blinked rapidly in surprise. Shit.
"H-hey-!" Tumbled out of her mouth faster then her paws could run. Shit shit shit. "UHm, hi, I was just exploring - I'll - uh - I'll go...If, if, uh, if it's alright to ask you- a question. I'm not so sure about.... the clans. It felt like a silly admission, but a true one. One she hadn't wanted to voice before.
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[RUMBLERAIN]

"SkyClanner." Rumblerain addresses their bashful trespasser, frosty voice mirroring their ice-chip stare. The earthen she-cat seems strangely self aware, uncertainty poisoning her disposition, but as each pine forest-tainted breath reminds Rumblerain of the lives they'd taken and the lover they'd lost, their countenance hardens until it's stony. They keep their distance, angling themself subtly between the large molly and their kit so that her attention would more likely fall onto them.

The leader's eyes flick across her muzzle, but their voice is soft as they meow, "We were chased from WindClan for choosing not to side with a usurper. You revel in the luxury of the kittypet Clan; what makes you unsure?"

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦

• // @berrypaw app tag<3 also sorry for the delay!!!
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  [ art by antiigone ]
• RUMBLERAIN ✧ they/them, leader of duskclan
  
  
  — "a lanky, scruffy seal and white point with blue eyes."
  — single ; mentoring berrypaw
  — speech is in #858AC0
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[PRIVETFROST]

"You are far from your territory. We do not have time to answer questions." Privetfrost flatly stated as he trotted briskly after his former mentor, as though a spry wind with more pressing business to conduct, a breeze that nipped upon exposed wire. Mizzlepaw should have followed his suit, as he instructed the young apprentice to stay by his side as though he were a shadow of the older one. Sharp scents of pine surrounded the bark-colored molly, though it throbbed duller now that foolish paws had whisked her away from her sanctuary. He held no sympathy for her wanderlust, no tenderness for a lost soul - there was no gentle heart to spare where the clan cats never strayed. The sable-coated tomcat had only heard of Skyclan in passing, for the group of misfit kittypets might as well have lived in the farthest hinterlands, for allegro spirits never stayed so for long in the scrublands. He briefly wondered if she sought some cat in particular, though bull-headed and clumsy movements suggested otherwise to him. Choose your words wisely, trespasser. Unsheathed claws glimmered dim in the meager light of an early leaf-bare, as though a lilt in the rhythm of the wasteland's monotony, a threat of escalation tightened against its sheath on his hands. Nails stood unafraid to dig into the flesh of those that opposed him, those that dared step out of his meticulous vision. There was no bigger price to pay than one's own flesh, ripped away with no chance to regain.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ☽ ◯ ☾ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖ ⋆ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• OOC: hi :3 @Mizzlepaw appie tag!
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 11 MOONS
  —— Warrior of Duskclan / Formerly mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[berrypaw]

༻✦༺ They pad alongside their pointed mentor-parent, pale pink nose turned up as they scent the air. Everything is cold, so cold, and not for the first time the girl wishes she were back- back where? There's a concept in her mind, the memory of warmth all around her, but… where is it? Who is it? Her other parent, dipped in black and white, with eyes like Mizzlepaw's? What did their face look like? She can't quite remember, and it's quite… strange. She had remembered yesterday, she thinks. Or was it the day before? When… had she forgotten?

Suddenly her chest feels cold, icy as though the frost upon the ground has made itself at home beneath her skin. She can't remember. Is it the cold getting to her, or was she always meant to forget? The idea scares the girl, but she says nothing. Instead her paws still at Rumblerain's side—the stranger disappears from view, eclipsed behind the form of her mentor who places themself between Berrypaw and the other cat. Rumblerain explains to the new cat why DuskClan exists, and mentions SkyClan, a… kittypet clan? What's a kittypet? She files the word away to ask her parent about it later—after this cat tells them whatever she's unsure about.

kore kore 𓆩✧𓆪 fauna and flora

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• BERRYPAW ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ she/her, apprentice of duskclan
  ☆ small white apprentice with a black dorsal stripe, black paws, and blue point markings fading up her forelegs. eyes are mismatched blue and green.
  ☆ daughter to edenberry and rumblerain ; sister to mizzlekit
  ☆ mentored by rumblerain
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ☆ penned by foxlore

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[Ebonylight.]

*+:｡.｡ Ebonylight approaches from the shadow of the gathered patrol. Her unusual eyes glitter and spark with a viper's interest as she regards the lovely creature standing before them. Unlike her companions, Ebonylight stands lax, an amused grin lighting her shadowy features like the light side of an otherwise void-black moon. She notices Rumblerain's protectiveness of their child, amusement, if not a sudden spark of envy, highlights the unnatural glow behind her eyes. Cute she thinks fondly.
She's happy to turn that energy onto the bashful stranger before them.

"I don't see the harm in answering some questions. We've gained members this way, Privetfrost" Ebonylight purrs, his eyes never leave Sorrelsong's. The woman before them screams the luxury Rumblerain accused. From a coat delicately groomed to a build made strong by moons of comfortable weight gain and unstressful training. There's no denying her connection to support systems. Instantly, Ebonylight doubts the woman will care to join a ragtag bunch of felons, so he's inclined to believe she simply overstepped the boundaries of her exploration.

Still, she poses little threat, and with no call to attack, Ebonylight doesn't see the harm in playing friendly.
"It takes a lot of guts to come so far into...unclaimed land" She smiles sideways at Rumblerain, "unofficially claimed, I should say. Curious, brave, and rather beautiful if I may say, what a lovely prize we've stumbled upon" Ebonylight purrs, sincerity behind her toothy smile. "Someone as sweet as you ought to be careful traversing a land left to the wolves, perhaps if you'd like, I'd be honored to escort you off Duskclan's territory" Perhaps the woman could answer some of Ebonylight's inquiries? Or maybe the shadow-clad traitor simply hungers for the company of someone who isn't bogged down by the depressive mood of a barely surviving rogue colony?

Either way, can't kill a guy for trying, right?

*+:｡.｡ Updated 11/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ‡ Ebonylight
  ‡ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
  ‡ 26 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ‡ Duskclan (Rogue)
  ‡ Mates with Nightingalecry, father to Frightpaw, Deathpaw and Witherpaw
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ‡ Physically hard | mentally hard
  ‡ Attack in bold black
  
  injuries: None currently

 

[Sorrelsong]

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They are a clan, so why is she so intimidated by so many new faces? Blue eyes skitter over each new face, mentally tying them to each voice she hears. They look weary and worn, maybe tired? Maybe I could help? She quickly brushes that thought away, the dying loyalty she held towards Sky Clan reminding her of where her heart should be.
She bristles at the first cat that addresses her. Skyclanner she is called. Perhaps such title should make her proud, but instead it feels like a vice, forcing her spine to dip into an apology.
What was she doing here? Being brash and stupid and curious, yes, but what else? My brother is a murderer? I'm afraid my leader will let him go? Is that... useful information? Information that dangerous for others to hear. Information that would cause bloodshed. Information she should hide from these cats - or is was that more reason to tell them? Her nose crinkles in thought, hidden as apparent disgust for being branded part of the kitty pet clan.
The next cat to speak takes her back a bit. His want for violence is clear, but what stands out is his face. We've talked before. At a gathering. A long long time ago. His name alludes her, but that doesn't stop a feeling of frightened interest from crawling up her spine. Clearly, he had a stronger one as he had the gull to leave his clan. Usperer though? She hadn't been privy to Wind Clan politics, only aware of Sootstar's shaky rule. Who was the Usperer though? Scorchstar? He did not look like one to answer questions - infact he clearly stated to not want to, so Sorrelsong kept her maw shut and eyed his glistening claws.
She had over stepped. Fine. Okay. No questions to be asked, no answers, no harm no fowl. That was fine with her. And ear swiveled backwards as she forced herself into a position that looked more friendly. Undergrowth rustled a little ways away. She could run - but not nearly as fast as most Wind Clanners. She could fight them, but really, what was the point? They out numbered her greatly. She'd have to rely on her weakest part. She opened her maw, about to speak before a new cat materialized.
The moon catches him, caressing him in a way that it really shouldn't considering he is not of her clan. Curious, brave, she calls the Sorrelsong and it takes everything in the molly not to bawk and blush. It's not the words on their own that cause the chain reaction happening in the molly, but the sincerity.
You lot are awfully scrawny wolves. Brash. Flirty. Stupid. The words hang on her tongue regardless as she weighs her options. Something in his words click before she can vocalize them. I look weak. The realization is harsh and unwelcome. It makes her skin crawl and her pupils dilate, but she can use it.
Grimacing, she slides into the persona handed to her like a snake un-shedding. It's slimey and un-true to her. Sorrelsong was never a kittypet - not in these cat's definition - but she knew others that did. Those are the cats she allowed herself to be for now.
She offers a weak, shy smile that is more real that she'd like at the last cat that spoke.
"Ah, yes, I'd appreciate that." She responds, careful eyes tracing their shape. They looked powerful, but a day or two away from a full meal. Equally matched, considering Sorrelsong had only raised a claw to another cat once. Perhaps she could find something clever to ask this cat one on one, feel out this clan and... and then what? Tell them why she came here? That seemed dangerous, but so was this whole idea.
I wandered to far on my way to my two-legs. Just walk me to Sky Clan territory, I will stay within those bounds, She thinks to say, but feared it would be laying things on too thick - besides, she hadn't ruled out if she wanted to come back here. Best not to lie.
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↪ OOC: Hi everyone! :D Love ur charries!! Hope to RP with you all soon! >:)

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