i'm going slightly mad - sick

[STONESTRIKE]

Stonestrike woke to his whole body feeling tense, like he'd been in fight or flight in his sleep. His joints ached as he pushed himself out of his nest. He was set to leave on yet another hunting patrol that morning. They had to act quickly to feed the kits, queens, and elders. Shake it off, you're just tired... he thought. It felt as though StarClan was punishing them. For what, he didn't know. Couldn't know. He was not of rank to be privy to the inner most talk. Why punish everyone? What did the innocent kits do to deserve the uncertanty? The anxiety?

Maybe he thought he was invincible, or maybe he was just in denial, but he said nothing about the way his breathing became labored by simply walking across camp. Upon reaching his patrolmates, he stopped for a moment to catch what little breath he had. "Are we... going to, uh... carrionplace?" he asked roughly. Honestly, he hoped not. He didn't know if he could take the stench of carrionplace.

killer in the mirrorㅤ ✧.* ˚ · .ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ02/05/2025

• ooc: whoopsie hero mode activated "speech"
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ stonestrike. warrior of shadowclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･<br>╰┈➤ㅤamab tom, he/him | heterosexual, single<br>╰┈➤ㅤ13 moons old | ages every 3rd<br>╰┈➤ㅤwarrior, skilled in battle | mentoring none<br>╰┈➤ㅤSH lilac with low white<br>╰┈➤ㅤclose with Agaterain, Plumwhisker, Marbleleaf<br>╰┈➤ㅤwritten by Twitchtail/iliawonders, ic opinions | n/a‎

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[lostpaw]

lostpaw is tired to the bone as she gets out of her nest that morning, but she's excited for another chance to hunt. she winces as she passes the empty freshkill pile, the rot having to be cleansed out every night now, but perhaps today is the day that their luck turns... she stretches her limbs out and glances around for the rest of the patrol. she might be tired, but the brisk morning chill is infusing some desire to get out of camp quickly so that she could at least get her blood running.

she perks up as stonestrike walks over -- he looks tired too, but they all are at this point, aren't they? -- and looks around. were they waiting for anyone else?

"Are we... going to, uh... carrionplace?"

the apprentice frowns, looking back towards the warrior. she hadn't talked to stonestrike much, but the warrior sounded way too out of breath for someone who had just woken up and walked around camp. come to speak of it, he had seemed a little unsteady when he walked over, hadn't he? still, she didn't want to insult him by saying something, but she also didn't want one of her clanmates to tax themselves more right now.

"i think we were going to try south, towards the burnt sycamore, but...you sound pretty tired, are you alright?" she asks with some hesitation. "did you get a morning run in before patrolling to warm up?" the attempt at a joke has too much concern to be successful, but lostpaw tries to put on a lighthearted smile regardless, giving the warrior an out if he didn't want to talk about it.

｡:ﾟ.°✧ PLEASE DONT LET THEM SEE ME

• ooc.

• LOSTPAW (she/her) is a six moon old shadowclan apprentice with shorthair cream tabby fur with low white and blue-green eyes. she is the gen1 daughter of two rogue npc's and is being mentored by amberhaze.
  
  TAGS. penned by riyue. dm me on discord (xriyue) for plots.​

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[MARBLELEAF]

MARBLELEAF

SHE / THEY ◆ SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT

Marbleleaf can see the weariness on the warriors' and apprentices' faces as they gather for their morning assignments. Lostpaw has worked tirelessly to keep her Clan fed, and it shows even through her exuberance and her attempt to lighten the mood; the tawny tabby gives the girl a slow, blinking look as she chatters with the warriors. Stonestrike has risen, ready for the day, but there is immediately something off about him, something that stirs unease in Marbleleaf's gut. Lostpaw can sense it, too—the girl's voice is tinged with nervousness as she asks if he'd gone for a morning run.

"Stonestrike?" She sidles close to her friend, concern beginning to glow in her mossy gaze. He looks tired, sure—they all did right now—but there's something else that's beginning to tug at her paws, something she has seen over and over at this point… and that scent, just beginning to rot the familiarity of him… Marbleleaf presses her flank to his briefly, as if to steady him.

"I'll ask Sharpshadow and the lead warriors to excuse you today." Her own mew drips exhaustion, but she does not waver. "Actually—Lostpaw, can you let them know? Stonestrike is going to be coming with me." She presses her nose to the gray warrior's shoulder, insistent. She knows he'll try to protest—he's as stubborn as the rest of her Clanmates.

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Marbleleaf is the ShadowClan medicine cat. She is thin, with a short fawn tabby pelt; the base color is a dull, almost-gray slate, and the whorling classic stripes are deeper shades of wet sand. She has white facial markings, chest, and paws, an angular face and build, and moss-colored eyes.

Lilacfur x Siltcloud / sibling to Sycamorebloom / mate to none / parent to none
mentored by Starlingheart / mentoring none
14 moons old as of 03/01/2025

penned by Marquette

 

[centipedekit]

CENTIPEDEKIT

SHE / HER, SHADOWCLAN KITTEN

she is trying to stay out of the way. early to rise from cold, fitful sleep, centipedekit had made her way out into the thistle bushes that line shadowclan's hollow camp, wispy coat catching on pinpricks of teeth where she nestled herself into a divot in the earth to watch the camp rise. a perfect vantage point of the warriors den, where her father surely still sleeps . . if she waited long enough, ratwhisper would emerge, and she could trail his heel until his thin tail swats her away like a fly with his usual, gruff get somewhere 'n play. mornings were a blessed few moments at his side where the dark tomcat is still ragged with sleep, too preoccupied with the few tentative bites from a frog he took to pay her much mind.

stonestrike exits the den differently than those before him ; slower, stiffer than the rest, despite the best he attempts to power through a hitch in his fluttering breath. centipedekit stares at him, a trembling hare with gaze like pinprick saucers . . his chest rattled like her mothers had. a single forepaw flexes a restless twitch in the mud beneath her, glancing to where lostpaw wears a frown, contemplative in a way centipedekit could not be. she asks if he's alright . . and the young girl feels her pulse quicken. what if he wasn't? what if, what if, " oh no. " she wheezes, giving away her hidey hole and tucking her thin tail close even as lostpaw puts on a smile, a cheery tone. she asks if he's gone for a run, but centipedekit hadn't seen that at all. would stonestrike end up as her mother had, as moltface and swallowflutter and silentkit would? why did everything go so wrong all the time?

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𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒊𝒏

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆ ˚ ｡ CENTIPEDEKITㅤ KITTEN OF SHADOWCLAN. SHE / HER, 2☽s OLD. RATWHISPER x BUGBOUNCE. SMELLS LIKE GRAVE DIRT & WILTED FERN. BORN WITHOUT HER LEFT FORELIMB. penned by antlers.

( ° 𓆤 ⋆ .ೃ ࿔ * ) fawnish, shadowclan scrawny, tired eyes and ears that seem to weigh her head miserably down . . centipedekit bears a melancholy too heavy for one so young. a tall, ratty charcoal ticked tabby with sad amber eyes grown too wide for her awkwardly sloped face, she keeps her shoulders hunched downward to make herself small, unnoticed. a thin, vertebrae bumped tail drags the ground behind her, longer than most but seeming to fit with the rest of her elongated body. still adjusting to life on three paws, she moves slow, uncertainly, unwilling to risk the embarrassment of a public tumble.