MIDNIGHT — fireworks / rta

[DOEBLAZE]

She's on an impromptu hunting patrol, chatting mildly with whatever night owls had volunteered to accompany her as they trek further from camp. It is rare to find Bobbie disengaged from the tangle of lilac and gold that tends to occupy the leader's den at this hour—but leaf-bare is not exactly a time of peace, and lost sleep isn't unfamiliar to her. A light dusting of snow glitters on the fringes of the pines surrounding them, and the relative silence of the forest induces a certain serenity.

Until it doesn't.

A loud pop-growl-something sound has Bobbie jumping, then crouching as if to hide from the sound. Wide green eyes fix on the relative distance of Twolegplace, over which erupt some kind of strange star-clouds that trail down and die. Pops of red and green blur the moon hanging at an almost perfect crest. Dazzling gold, pink, and blue imprint themselves on the back of her eyelids as she retreats beneath the generous green skirt of a pine, muttering to her patrolmates, "What is that?"

i'm a moon ☾ ( constantly chasing you )

• someone's setting off nye fireworks at midnight lol

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  bobbie ; lead warrior of skyclan
  x. she/her ; 44 moons ; tags
  x. small, scarred lilac tabby and white she-cat with green eyes
  x. played by dejavu
  x. mother to lupinepaw, crowpaw, and drowsypaw. mate to blazestar.

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[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepelt decided to tag along when Bobbie needed volunteers for a night patrol, knowing full well his sleep wouldn’t be peaceful tonight anyways. It feels like the two of them haven’t had much time together lately anyways, plus it’s not like he can go pester Duskpool even if he wanted to. At least Bobbie wasn’t prone to be in the medicine cat den at any given moment! The night might be even worse when it comes to feeling the chill of Leaf-bare, but hopefully moving around and working his muscles will help.

What he doesn’t expect is a sudden loud bang in the sky as it’s decorated with an unnatural light. Drizzlepelt’s fur puffs up as he’s shot directly into the air the same as the sparkles, landing back on the ground with grace despite the suddenness. His fur slowly falls back into place, as he needs a moment to collect himself. “It’s… some weird thing the sky does sometimes! I’ve seen it before. But usually it’s in Greenleaf… what changed?” This Leaf-bare is just getting weirder and weirder…​

 

[t-rex kaboom]

Being out here on this day in particular wasn't really part of Rex's plans. But he'd gotten a little more than distracted while watching some of his clanmates show him fighting and hunting stances. None of the info retained, going in one ear out the other, but it was still fun to watch. Except he was still here in Skyclan territory which, as much as he had a solid newfound love for the place, was saddening to him. His owner always gave him leftover seafood this time of year and he was going to miss it by being out this late. He just hoped that his twoleg wasn't going to give it to the other kittypets that hung around the porch and instead would save it for him.

He wasn't totally paying attention, supposed to be watching how his clanmates hunted and stalked and crouched and all that cool warrior stuff. But… his seafood. The flaky fish and crunchy breading with whatever powdery seasonings that twolegs put on them. Thinking of missing out on it was enough to make a grown man cry. He sniffled.

KABOOM!

Eyes lit up, glossy tears drying with excitement as a big orange head jerked to look up. Fish forgotten he howled with laughter at the blinding sparkles lighting up the dark sky. "Fireworks!" He cheered loudly, hopping forward like a kitten to get a better view. He didn't have to worry about scaring the prey off now with his loud whooping as the echoing popping from the sky did it for him. "It's fireworks! 'Cept I don't know why they're goin' off now though." Whirling around he faced his clanmates, paws clapping giddily on the snow blanketed ground. And with a gleam of pride he needlessly explained, "Ya know, that's where my name comes from. The kaboom part, I mean."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE LAST THING I WANT ⋅✹⋅ IS TO BE ANY BURDEN TO YOU ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
  

• picture of a fish goes here

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  TYRANNOSAURUS REX KABOOM ✩ he/him/his, daylight warrior of skyclan, 37 moons / ages on the 1st.
  ⭃ large dark red-orange tabby with low-mid white markings. big empty-headed blue eyes. wears an american flag bandanna. talkative, annoying and straight up stupid as hell but he means well.
  ⭃ frequently uses words wrong in posts, correct word will be included in ooc section
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ will avoid battles for the time being
  ⭃ penned by reaver ↛ @reavurse on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Cherryblossom]

StarClan is exploding. That's where her mind races to beneath bushed-out calico and moon-dish eyes. Unsheathed claws dig blue burrows into the snow as she cringes beneath the shattering night sky. For a moment she imagines a massive, psychedelic eagle swooping out of the dark, its wingbeats thunderclaps in her ears, its feathers a hypnotic scream of color, and her scars tear open anew—

"It can fuck off," the apprentice spits, raking her wolfish glare over Drizzlepelt. How dare he act so rational in the face of this—how dare Bobbie not know what a SkyClanner knew—how dare one of the newest daylight warriors just jingle his comfort in front of her face. "Your name, like, really sucks. Your twolegs are the stupidest creatures under StarClan." She hopes to wither that childish pride of his with the glance she gives him, when she then turns upon the rest of the silver-streaked forest.

Another boom overhead, another light shower. She forces her hackles to lay flat again. "It's scaring off all the prey in the forest," she grouses, as if it excused her fit of rage. Every day she sounded more and more like @SLATE .​

 

[DROWSYNOSE]

STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME​

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it's unusual for him to do, but he agrees with cherrypaw. it's loud and unnecessary, and it's making his head hurt. but then again, what doesn't make his head hurt nowadays? even he wouldn't be able to sleep like this. he gently brushes against his mom, offering her a small smile before his eyes turns back to the ruckus.

"i don't think anything with the word 'fire' in it seems safe. if they're made of fire, does that mean they'll burn down the forest?"

he muses, outloud. he isn't too sure about these things. he's never seen a "firework" before. he's never heard them. but like cherrypaw said, they seem to be more trouble than they're worth. twolegs were so inconsiderate, to set those off. what of the kittypets in their homes? surely they didn't like the loud display of lights. he certainly didn't.

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[GREENEYES]

The burst of color above him is loud and sudden, enough so to make Greeneyes leap backwards in fright. It is once, then twice, and then another, a cascade of light shining in the night sky. Malachite gaze lifts to investigate, fright mixing with awe as he watches. It's almost comparable to the stars, to fireflies.

" It's a shame they're so loud, " Greeneyes chirps, ears folding back as thunder cracks through the sky once more. His eyes stay locked on the scene above, another round of color aflame. " They're kind of pretty! "

If only they could have a quieter version of these... these fireworks. Hopefully they wouldn't ignite the forest with their touch, like Drowsypaw worries about.

" If it's happened before and the forest's still standing, then we must be safe, right? " the lead warrior looks to Drizzlepelt and T-Rex Kaboom for confirmation, as they seem to have the most knowledge on the phenomena they view. ​

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES
  ── Lead Warrior of SkyClan
  
  ── Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ── Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[DOGBITE]

✦ TW mentions of animal abuse/injury

Being a night owl himself the cinnamon and white tom had eagerly joined the hunting patrol. Quietly, he strolled between the grayed coat of Drizzlepelt and Greeneyes familiar red pelt. Dogbite's back suddenly spikes as a loud 'boom boom' echoes behind him. Bobbie's shocked meow pulls them out of their stupor and he whips around. Wonder falls upon the scraggly tabby as the skies become a colorful array. Dogbite's face glows in the explosive lights reflecting in his pupil. Fireworks? His clanmates giddy outcry of the strange two-leg display causes the former loner to tense. Oh. Fireworks. Ghostly pain radiates within the loose socket of the warrior's face as he involuntarily cowers.

Flashes of burning embers and gore mar his momentary peace. Shit. Dogbite knew the fireworks the two-leg kits had used were not like the one's illuminating the inky sky now but knowing of them made his chest ache with fright. High pitched squealing and distorted laughter fills his ears. A sound only their own mind could conjure up in a pretty moment such as this. Tears threaten to make an appearance as Dogbite fights the rising panic in their throat. Leaving them speechless as the display continued to erupt in the distance.

Shakily the tabby stepped further away into a pine attempting to shield his gaze from the blasts. Their head lowered and stomach twisted up into familiar knots. They could not share in the joy of the bright beauty as the memory of his lost eye is still fresh. Just breathe. It's okay. He didn't want add to their clanmates pile of problems but it felt as though their paws were cemented to the earth. Come on I need to go! His paws did not budge and Dogbite felt defeated. Blue eye filling with nerves as the tom flinched at each crackle and pop.

✦ OOC ✦ INFO

• apologies for the sudden angst but not-so-fun fact - fireworks are what caused Dogbite to lose his eye!
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  ✧ LH cinnamon tabby w/high white one blue eye
  ✧ child of npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
  ✧ skyclan warrior ; ex-loner ; mentor to littlepaw
  ✧ 31 moons old ; birthday 07/01 ; ages realistically
  ✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
  ✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
  ✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric
  
  ———✧———​

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[SLATESNARL]

Slate nearly flinched at the sound ( and sight ) of a familiar foe — the twoleg-made fire balls. He ducked his ears at the very least, scowling up at the glittering displays of reds and whites. They were mesmerizing if one stared long enough, he despised admitting, but they sure were loud. So much for securing a midnight snack. A small pang of hunger prods his stomach on cue, reminding him that he would now have to wait until after tomorrow's hunting patrol to eat.

Cherrypaw wasn't happy in the slightest, as expected. As irritating as his apprentice's complaining usually was, he could not exactly fault her for her reaction this time. "I did not miss those." The Maine Coon muttered with a lash of his bushy tail. They were more common in the twolegplace; young twolegs would activate smaller versions of them on the streets. The high-pitched screeching they made would cause his ears to ring.

He turns his irked gaze toward his clanmates, all of whom have offered varying reactions to the colorful display. Frankly, Slate wants to head back to camp and bury his head in his nest until it ceases. "It'll stop soon. We can head that way 'n see if any prey scattered, but I doubt we'll be able to find much at this rate." He gestures over his shoulder, in the direction opposite of where the loud booms were shooting off. It was probably idiot logic that the prey would run from the noise, but the actions of the twolegs may have very well scared their food deep into hiding. Their selfishness never stopped, did it?

Out of the corner of his eye, the hulking tom notices the cowering form of Dogbite facing away from the distant blasts. It didn't take much to notice that they were in distress. Were the noises that frightening to them? "Dogbite, you should go back to camp." Slate meows, figuring that he might be forcing himself to stay with the patrol. If he was reacting this badly to the fireworks, then surely he would not be able to concentrate on hunting.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

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  ✰ SLATE
  —— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan; former rogue
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[LUPINESONG]

❀‿ This was supposed to be a nice, quiet, nighttime patrol with her family, best friend, and clanmates... But then the sky exploded. Lupinepaw yelps as lightning and smoke erupt in the sky above, puffing out and leaping instinctually onto a low-hanging branch, heart pitter-pattering a mile a minute. She glances around, and finds everyone seemingly unharmed, if not shaken. Everyone chatters about the potential explanations for the explosion but Cherrypaw snaps at Drizzlepelt in a way that gives her pause.

She blinks pale jade down toward the calico with concern in her eyes, and hops down to be by her side without a second thought, leaning in to press her pelt against hers briefly. Lupinepaw is reminded of another day when a thunderous noise boomed across a darkened sky, of the feeling of cold rain soaking through her pelt, and of the heart-wrenching look of terror shining out from moonlit yellow eyes. Lupinepaw's mouth tightened at how... flippant some of her clanmates were being about it.

"I don't see how throwing fire into the sky wouldn't be dangerous," she sniffed primly in response to Greeneyes' baseless assumption that all was well just because the entire forest hadn't burned down yet. The carefree babblings of him and T-Rex irked her, frustration mounting at the thought of them insinuating that everyone else was overreacting to the explosions.

"What an awful thing to do to the sky..." she murmured, staring daggers at the wisps of smoke lingering up in the air. She tries not to look too deflated when Slate suggests that they keep trying to hunt, worry starting to make her paws flex upon the pine needles below. He tells Dogbite to head back to camp, and Lupinepaw entertains the idea of tugging Cherrypaw along to head home early with him. They could find some conversation or another to entertain themselves with before turning in for an early(ish) night and end the day on a good note.

Lupinepaw would remain rooted in place, though, not wanting to appear like a timid little kit in front of everyone. Her tail twitched in tempered annoyance, why did those things have to ruin her night?

NOBODY YET EVERYTHING ⊹₊°❀‿ A POOL TO SHED YOUR MEMORY

• OOC:
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  — lupinekit . lupinepaw
  — trans she/her. 8mo apprentice of skyclan
  — tall, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
  — smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — icon by antiigone, fullbody and chibi by nya
  — penned by eezy

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[DOGBITE]

✦ The putrid stench of smoke infiltrated his nostrils next and he's about had it. Damnit! Move! Just as they began to wiggle from their balled position Slate's voice interrupts the torrent of racing thoughts. His wide blue gaze turns to look at the other in total silence. Fear scent clinging to their frame like a lost kit. Maw firmly shut and ears flattened to their skull. Locking on to the other as if he were a mouse caught in broad daylight.

After a moment longer he snaps out of the mental pause as another firework cracks and fizzles out. Dogbite's hair stand up in response. Registering the question his tense expression soon relaxes and melts into sadness. Silently, the scarred warrior nods in understanding blinking back with non-verbal gratitude. He hadn't meant to drag attention towards himself but the dismissal was a needed one. If anything it propelled them to finally hit the dirt and skedaddle.

Dogbite needed an excuse to leave and Slate's observant nature was a blessing in that regard. Pushing his heavy paws forward they set off into the thicket behind the patrol. Eager to separate themselves and curl up in bed away from all the noise. Breaking out to a fervent dash once they were sure their pale frame disappeared into the backdrop.

✦ OOC ✦ INFO

• out!
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  ✧ LH cinnamon tabby w/high white one blue eye
  ✧ child of npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
  ✧ skyclan warrior ; ex-loner ; mentor to littlepaw
  ✧ 31 moons old ; birthday 07/01 ; ages realistically
  ✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
  ✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
  ✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric
  
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[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepelt would normally flinch at the sudden hostility by Cherrypaw, but he instead just heaves a tired sigh. Lack of sleep is making him not give as much of a mousetail. “Interesting choice for a name for you,“ he muses to Rex. He feels like he can understand why, from what little he knows about the kittypet so far. “And I don’t know if I’d exactly say safe, but I think we’re fine for now…” he mumbles after Greeneyes’ contribution. StarClan willing, both them and their starry onlookers are safe from whatever damage fireworks could cause.

The anxiety crawls right back up however, as he takes notice of Dogbite’s sudden panic. He looks more scared than usual, and it makes Drizzlepelt freeze. Everything looks fine around them…was it something more personal? Before he has an opportunity to try and see what the matter is though, Slate tells the cinnamon tabby to go back to camp. It doesn’t take long for Dogbite to use the opportunity to dash back, and Drizzlepelt doesn’t stop him. “I hope he’s alright…” Drizzlepelt says dejectedly. “Should we even try and get more hunting done, with all this noise?” He asks Bobbie.​