private I AM JUST A NEW INVENTION ♫ Lavenderpaw

[Bugchaser !]

*+:｡.｡ It was strange, not being able to hunt on her clan's land. She sniffs the new border markers, not entirely able to accept that this is Thunderclan's new lot in life for an undetermined amount of time. She chews the inside of her cheek, raising her head to look out across the strip of former homeland to where the old border lies in dark, unnatural stone. She knows she should be righteously angry at the shadowclanners for what they've done...who they've killed...but a part of her worries about the Shadowclanners expected now to cross the Thunderpath to arrive at their conquest. She hopes they at least keep safe.

Bugpaw is about to turn around and head home, reluctant to hunt so close to a spot so full of heartache when a rustle in the bushes causes her ear to snap up. "Who's there?" she calls, back arching.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

 

[LAVENDERPAW]

The Thunderpath is one of the most intimidating landmarks Lavenderpaw has ever dealt with in his life. The metal monsters that intermittently charge back and forth along its length are the biggest, loudest creatures he's ever seen, and they smell horrible. Why they don't veer off the path to chase after cats is beyond him, but they must have some other, bigger creatures that they hunt. He's been told by ShadowClan cats that it's Twolegs, but Nonna told him that Twolegs tamed them to ride around in, and Nonna would know. She used to live with some. (So did he, or so she'd said, before their family had to leave. It had happened when he was too young to remember. He doesn't know if he believes her, though, especially now that he's learning just how wrong she had been about so many important things.)

If it were up to him, he would never have to cross it, but Mirestar had made that decision for him and the entire rest of the Clan. He could've chosen not to cross it today, though. The hunting patrol he's with has kept to one side of it so far, but Lavenderpaw thinks he can see something moving through the undergrowth on the other side. If he brings it back, surely the others will be impressed. Maybe they'll start taking him more seriously. Or maybe he's still stinging from his inability to fight that ThunderClan apprentice, and looking for a way to prove himself to himself.

Keeping an ear out for the telltale rumble of a monster and hearing nothing, he darts across the Thunderpath and doesn't stop running until his paws hit gravel, then frozen grass. He skids clumsily into a hunter's crouch, hunkering down and holding his breath to listen for whatever he'd seen moving through the bushes.

"Who's there?" Well, shit.

He starts to slink backwards, hoping she doesn't notice him. The thought of looking into her face and having to see the scratches he'd left on her nose, scabbed over or scarred like the cut she'd left on his forehead, makes him sick to his stomach. But luck, or fate, or whatever this force is that takes such delight in tormenting him, doesn't let him go so easily. Not looking where he's going, his hindquarters crash loudly into a withered clump of bracken that he'd easily passed on his way over. The noise startles him. "Mierda!" he gasps reflexively, then freezes.

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• LAVENDERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, seven moons
  ⭃ a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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