camp LET IT HAPPEN &. return from patrol

[CATERPILLARFUZZ.]

CURIOUS TO SEE US STRUGGLE​

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//gosh this is sooooo late I am sorry !!! but it takes place after this thread!!! caterpillar will not be admitting that she was at fault for siltcloud's death, but someone is welcome to mention it!

there is a loud ringing in her ears. she can't stop thinking about it. she cannot stop smelling it. there is enough blood still caked into her fur, even after trying so hard to clean it off, that siltcloud's scent is unmistakable. it all happened so fast and they couldn't help. they didn't help. they wanted siltcloud dead from the moment they saw her at that border, but caterpillarpaw just wanted her to leave. she didn't want to have anything to do with the feline anymore, but she kept them in place. insisted that she needed to keep caterpillarpaw beneath her long enough to escape but the rest of the patrol would not let it happen. they wanted her dead. and caterpillarpaw did it. she killed her. killed her former mentor in a swift accident, and guilt eats away at her. she cannot get the scent of blood to go away. she still feels so sticky.

i didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry.

what will she tell lilacfur? what will she tell smogmaw, or chilledstar? or even starlingheart? she's not hurt, but with the amount of blood on her, one might think so. how is she going to explain that this isn't even hers? that it belongs to a traitor that she used to care about. used to, because there is nothing else to care about now. there's nothing left. her body would be left for the crows and rats to eat away at, bugs crawling in and out until there's nothing else left. some would say it's what she deserves. maybe it was. but caterpillarpaw can't say that. she won't.

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[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ Duckshimmer walks close beside Caterpillarpaw, almost expecting the girl to collapse and readying herself to catch her should the worst come to pass. But so far, she holds herself with - albeit shaky - strength, shell-shocked but still managing to put one step ahead of the other. Duckshimmer supposes now isn't the time to tell the young lady how proud she is of her. Probably not, when so much guilt and grief fills the little one's eyes. Swiping a tongue over Cat's ear she murmurs to the girl, "Go to Starlingheart and Magpiepaw, little one, we'll handle the rest" she suggests, nudging the girl towards the medicine den.
Sympathy weighs down her heart...sympathy, but not empathy.
Whether Caterpillarpaw takes her chance to leave or not, Duckshimmer steps forth, sharp blue eyes piercing the crowd as she hisses, "The traitor is dead, but not before she threatened Caterpillarpaw's life" Her words are scorching pools of disgust as she plays back the memory in her head. What a vile woman Siltcloud was, to use her own apprentice like a piece of prey worthy of discarding. Starclan above how Duckshimmer wished it was her own claws that tore that vile wretch in two!
"The corpse still stinks at our border, what would you like us to do about it, Chilledstar?" she inquires, smoothing the awful snarl out of her pretty face lest she give herself premature wrinkles.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 30 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically hard | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently

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[betonyfrost]

The traitor is dead, Duckshimmer says—it is all she needs to have said. Betonyfrost’s ears twist, she runs her tongue over her teeth—the movement is subtly visible beneath her closed mouth. Duckshimmer continues on with meaningless words; they cloud Betonyfrost’s mind like mist and fade with the same heat. Betonyfrost stands as if she is attempting to push the ground away from herself, and dimly wonders when the elation is supposed to find her.

“The traitor,” Betonyfrost starts, her voice sharp-edged, “Which traitor?” She knows—she already knows by the way the blood roars in her ears. She doesn’t need to be told to know—but she needs to be told nonetheless. A name: the name. Betonyfrost’s tired green eyes track Caterpillarpaw, unconcerned and calculating.

Relief should be coming soon, Betonyfrost thinks. It should replace the growing resentment that Caterpillarpaw is allowed to survive an encounter with Siltcloud when her own daughter hadn’t been allowed such a chance.​

shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | 29 moons | tags​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

the traitor is dead, she says. they worriedly look over each of the cats coming back from the patrol and they all seem fine. except csterpillarpaw who looks as if she's in some sort of shock. the amount of blood on her, and the fact that shes still standing, causes them to believe that she doesn't have any injuries of her own. still, they step closer, gently nudging the young cat towards the medicine cat den. it's only then that she actually moves, in spite of duckshimmer's words.

"go on, then. listen to duckershimmer. she means well."

they turn their attention back to the patrol with a flick of their ear, looking briefly at betonyfrost.

"she said she. i imagine that it's siltcloud, lest granitepelt has had some sort of moment in which he has become a she-cat."

they doubt it. their eyes roll slightly, before they turn their attention back to the others.

"she can be left as crowfood outside of our territory. she may have both started and ended here, but her body means nothing. she will not get a proper burial. she does not deserve it for all that she's taken from here."

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE***———————---​

I LEFT 'EM ALL ON THE FLOOR✧ MAN WHO'S TO BLAME IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 44 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[MARBLEPAW]

A patrol returns. Marblekit watches, her eyes flicking from the young she-cat in the lead who is splashed with red to the warriors who follow her. She hears familiar words, words that ring in her head like a bird’s cry: traitor. She knows what traitor means now, thanks to Betonyfrost. Traitor means Siltcloud. Traitor means mama. She tears away from the nursery on thudding paws, darting toward the clearing where cats begin to gather, begin to talk about crowfood and dead. “Did my Mama come back for us?” She demands, speaking to everyone present in a commanding tone. “I want to talk to her! I know she’s there! Can she come get us now?”

The words have unsettled her, though, because it doesn’t sound like Siltcloud will be visiting camp. It doesn’t sound like that at all. Cats are hissing. Cats are wearing blood in their fur. Cats are cursing under their breath. She knows something is wrong—her ears begin to ring, slowly at first, until it builds, the pressure rising, into a crescendo of chaos in her head. “Where is she?” She mews, uncertainty slipping into her voice.

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

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• Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 2 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. bossy, brazen, outgoing, conniving, mischievous, skeptical, spiteful.
  
  

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[EERIENIGHT]

The scent of blood is nothing new these days. Eerienight should be used to it by now, but the stench’s arrival leaves his stomach twisting every time, his dark gaze attentive at the camp’s entrance. Who have they lost this time? Which apprentice was picked off this time, never to earn their name but to lie in ShadowClan’s ever-growing graveyard instead.

Caterpillarpaw. Nearly — her fur is doused in blood, her form small and shaky as the little shadow arrives in crimson. Spindly limbs drive his form forward. Again. He’s failed to protect her again.

“ Caterpillar — “ the warrior starts, stagnant face now holding a widened gaze. His heart pounds at the sight, at the thought of nearly losing Spectermask’s shadow. Eerienight’s friend. His family. What happened? he wants to ask, but the words don’t push themself forward quick enough.

The traitor is dead. He doesn’t need to know who. The tortoiseshell’s former mentor is dead. And Eerienight — Eerienight couldn’t shield the apprentice from her ruthless attack. Is this how Spectermask felt with him? He’ll dwell on the question later, though suddenly his mentor’s ways make more sense than ever. Perhaps it was for the best.

Others begin to gather. Betonyfrost, who he doesn’t acknowledge. Chilledstar, who he looks to as they speak of the exile’s fate. And a lookalike of sorts, one remnant of Siltcloud but not quite – one who’s name he has yet to catch, asking where her mother is. Bat-ears twitch and dread forms at what’s to answer the kit’s question as a thin tail moves to sweep over scarlet-gelled fur.

“ Caterpillar, “ he says once more. Duckshimmer advised a trip to the medicine den, and Eerienight agrees at Chilledstar’s urging — the herb-filled shelter might be a more suitable scene. Calmer. Less urgent. Away from pending tears of kits he hardly knows, the rivaling stare of a grieving mother. “ I will go with you. “ Later, he’ll find relief in the news of Siltcloud’s death, but for now he only finds concern for her apprentice. ​

✦ ABOUT

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  ??? ‣ EERIEKIT ‣ EERIEPAW ‣ EERIENIGHT
  ── Warrior of ShadowClan
  
  ── ??? x ???
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A spindly black tom with unblinking, dark brown eyes.
  ── Mentored by Spectermask
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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