camp middle of the night — spooky story

[FOGBOUND]

your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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It was night, echoed by the sounds of nocturnal animals rising from whatever pit they came from to chirp and buzz like the little pests they were. He breathed in the crisp night air, tinged with the smell of rain that had yet to fall to collect in the ravenous river they’d tossed the rogues in, no doubt piling up in RiverClan. A sea of bodies, oh, how peculiar a sight that’d be. He huffed in amusement, curling a thick tail around massive paws to peer at those awake.

Many could comment on his oldness, almost fifty moons and still alive, how remarkable that was to face death several times and still live. Whether those transparent sparkly ghosts wanted him, Fogbound was a thrill to be around, even if his tone bled like liquid honey, grinning devilishly behind a faux mask of bubbling interest. He was a fool, but Fogbound was a trickster at heart, maybe even barbaric, but a gentleman.

“Would anyone care for a story on this daunting night?” He rumbled, soothing and filled with well-masked amusement, dark lips curled in a devilish grin.

He could make out his children amongst the sleeping, curled up and still ignoring his presence after all these moons. He breathed a tired sigh, hidden behind faux interest other than the slight slump of well-defined shoulders to beckon those interested closer. “Shush. Shush. It would be a shame to wake everyone up.” He hummed, pivoting his helm to watch a curious ruby hue.

“Has anyone heard the tell of the black, red-eyed rabbit?” He murmured, voice low and daunting, words dripping with charisma.

/ another super late fall prompt ! ended up mixing two since these aren't for the badge, but fog dishing out a spooky story in camp, but here is the combined prompt ^^ but fog will be telling it in his second post !​

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thought speech​

 

[Thriftfeather]

Thriftpaw hears Fogbound, voice quiet in the way that most voices are quiet after dark. Thriftpaw imagines that he hadn't been intended to hear—that he is somehow excluded from an open invitation, but he turns in his nest anyway to watch, props his chin over his folded white paws. He counts his breaths and all of the night sounds, until his curiosity finally pulls him closer.

He can imagine a rabbit like the one that Fogbound describes easily enough; thinks that he is supposed to be intrigued by this rabbit's unusual fur and eyes, but instead finds himself frowning. He hasn't seen it on a rabbit before, but he has seen black fur and red eyes on cats before. Never together, but nevertheless there. What was there to stop a rabbit from having such features?

"I haven't," Thriftpaw says, mostly because he remembers from some old instinct that there are certain stories where interjections are not only allowed, but expected, "I haven't heard or seen something like that."​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 9 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[RABBITCLAW]

To be honest the only reason why she's here is to see what will come out of this and she has a feeling it is nothing good. Fogbound may have a way with his words, but behind his mask the tom could be a jerk. She's witnessed it firsthand. Not to mention the two of them were enemies for many moons, and those days... To be honest they had done some ugly things to each other to say the least. She currently lays near Fogbound, her tail curling around her frame. There was no need to tell him anything. He would know she was here just to see what he'd do. She'd even lazily open one eye and look at him when he brought up the tale of the red-eyed rabbit. It's a tall tail that has been told by the elders and the story always changes every time it is passed down. She's pretty sure it's not the same story she heard many moons ago anymore, but it is nice to see that one thing has remained. The fact that the red-eyed rabbit had... Well, red eyes. Didn't someone say it had white fur before?

Thriftpaw is a victim in this story. He unknowingly falls into Fogbound's trap. She is well aware that the warrior in question only wants to scare the apprentice or really anyone who bothers to stop and listen to him. Despite hearing this story many times before, she decides to play along. I wonder how it'll change this time. "Didn't know rabbits could have red eyes before. What's so special about this one?" Her voice is laced with false curiosity. She's simply moving this along for Fogbound to do whatever it is he wanted. As in, scare whoever wanted to listen. Now we sit back and enjoy the show.

 

[FINCHPAW! ☆]

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Sleeping outside the nursery is different - colder, for one, and no Brightshine there to herd them all to bed once the sun dips below the gorse walls, for better or for worse. Initially, it had seemed thrilling, the newfound freedom of not going to bed so early, even if it was just spent whispering to her siblings or gazing up at the stars above, but Finchpaw had learned her lesson almost immediately, practically asleep on her paws during early morning training and patrols. As much as she didn't want to admit it, maybe there was some sort of benefit to going to bed early - or, at least, not-late. On this night, however, she's still buzzing with unspent energy, limbs splayed wildly out as if a show of just how not ready for bed she is. It'll be another early morning, she's sure, but that's a problem for morning-Finchpaw, now isn't it?

At the sound of Fogbound's voice, softly carrying over the relative hush that had begun to fall over camp, Finchpaw's ear twitches once, twice, and then she's rolling out of her nest, hardly remembering not to trod on some other apprentice actually trying to get some rest. Even before she's settled nearby, she can't help but respond to his initial query, looking for all the world bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Oh! Oh, me! I wanna hear a story!" At least she has the decency to look slightly chagrined when he hushes her, though it hardly puts a dent in her enthusiasm. Surely this was going to be the best story ever - well, other than any stories that Brightshine and Heavy Snow had to tell, of course.

Neither Thriftpaw nor Rabbitclaw have heard of this strange rabbit, though Rabbitclaw in particular gets a suspicious glance. How come she didn't know anything about this - don't rabbits, like, hide in the tunnels or something? When they're not being caught by moor runners, of course. Plus, her name is literally Rabbitclaw - you'd think that would make her an expert, or something. It's kind of exciting nobody else seems to know anything about a black rabbit with red eyes, though, since that means they'll all learn together. Maybe then she could even find somebody else who hadn't heard of it, and get to tell the story herself! "How come it's got red eyes? Is that what makes it special? Or, does it, like, do something else cool?" Finchpaw can't help the questions, not when the story hasn't started yet and she's already getting all antsy.​

˗ˏˋ BIRD'S EYE VIEW, AWAKE THE STARS (ˏˋ°•*⁀➷) 'CAUSE THEY'RE ALL AROUND YOU ´ˎ˗

• OOC: --​
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  - Finch Finchkit Finchpaw
  - She/her (AFAB)
  - 4 moons
  - Loner Kit Apprentice of WindClan
  - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
  - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​

 

[hollowcreek]

( ✧ ) The storm threatening in swirling clouds did not give him high hopes of a dry rest. The gusts tend to make the rain turn sideways, making little use of the setts and abandoned dens that weren't completely underground. Luckily for their more smaller peers they could simply move underneath the earth and stay free from wet coats and sniffly noses, but Hollowcreek would sooner move and a mountain than fit into a tunnel.

Fogbound suggested they listen to a story of his and perhaps it would make good use of his time instead of watching the incoming storm. He can scent the thickness of the rain in the air, fighting to let it make him uneasy.

"An old story from the colony days." Hollowcreek murmured as he sat beside Rabbitclaw. "White rabbits tend to have red eyes often, but the black rabbit is different. Tell'em Fogbound. Make their spines chill." The black tabby chuckled as his stubbed tail twitched in amusement.
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( I SEE YOUR COLLARBONE ; AND WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

 

[PEONYBREEZE]

❀༉˖° Peonypaw cared little for stories told by those passed long-ago, originating from only mouth-to-mouth retelling. Not based on reality. Silly and made-up. Perhaps a few of them had a plausible base, but it nevertheless twisted into something completely different over the generations.

At the very least, it would prove to be something entertaining during this chilly night. Not even due to its contents but the reactions and theories.

"Let me guess-" he speaks up, from where his nose is buried in the dip that acts as his bed, eyes still closed, "-it's bloody-thirsty and cruel and will get you if you're naughty?"

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