private i have a theory | beepaw

[Silkkit]

i am flesh and i am bone ——————————————————————
A small scrappy red tabby checked over his shoulder as he padded quickly out of camp. His blue eyes were wide with adrenaline. See it wasn’t like him to break rules, he usually didn’t see anything wrong with them. But, the new company that borrowed Shadowclan’s marsh had piqued his interest. So many new cats, at least some of them had to be friendly?

His little white paws trekked through the cold mud that he hadn’t been made familiar with yet. Soon though… he was nearly an apprentice, then the marches would be his. There would be so many things to study outside of camp. The main thing being the other clans, and he was getting a head start.

The stench of clan cats floated through the air so it wasn’t too hard to find the makeshift camp that they were put in. He watched carefully from a bush, far away but still close enough to hear murmuring and snide remarks. His comically large ears flicked in all different directions as he studied the displaced cats.
rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold ———————penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[BEEFANG]

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳˚❥ The last thing she had expected to find during her stay in Shadowclan was a literal peeping tom and she can't help but feel a frown forming on her maw. Were all Shadowclan apprentices this weird? Her snout creases slightly at the smell that confirmed this was a Shadowclanner and quite frankly not her most favored one by any means, she simply wanted to be home. Back to Riverclan where she belonged not here with a bunch of strangers even if they provided her and the rest of her clan refuge, her own large ear flicks to the side as she contemplates over confronting him or walking away to mind her own business. The smoke molly huffs for a moment deciding that she should find out who this was and why they were being incredibly weird, she walks over carefully not wanting to ruin the cobwebs that held onto her leg where she had been clawed by the rogue.

Scars normally meant honor but she only felt burning embarrassment and shame, they were supposed to represent importance of defending one's clan and she hadn't necessarily done that. No, she had run off into the fray in hopes of getting her father to retreat or reach him before there was a repeat of Cicadastar. The memory itself making her body shudder and she turned her bicolored gaze to Silkkit with a frown tugging at the edges of her maw replacing the usual smile that she normally bore "What are you doing?" Her bottlebrush tail sweeping behind her briefly and her nonexistent eyebrow raised at the red tabby tom.

𓆟. ° .• . WHEN DOES A RIPPLE BECOME A TIDAL WAVE?

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  ❥ 4 moons old
  ❥ riverclan apprentice
  ❥ sexuality unknown; single
  ❥ daughter of cicadastar and smokethroat
  ❥ sister of cicadapaw & starlightpaw
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ easy; still learning how to fight
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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