private MOTIONLESS EXCEPT FOR HER HEART [ salamander ]

[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw thinks she's spoken enough for a lifetime. Her throat aches and her eyes feel like sandpaper rubbed hell into them, and she wants nothing more then peace and quiet. She wants to dissolve and implode simultaneously, but she knows she cannot. She knows that if she went, perhaps, Shadowclan would fall into even more of a mess then it was right now. There is a long sigh that leaves her mouth when she finally rises and pushes free of the warrior's den, and immediately her eyes skip to the presence nearby.

Salamandersnap caused her feathered ears to twitch, and she moves to step away, to keep the other off of her mind. Scalejaw knows that the little lockbox of anger she's stored away could be viscously ripped open- she needs to avoid that.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // very quick you'll have to excuse the length!!! @SALAMANDERSNAP
  

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

There's something different about the warrior, and Salamandersnap couldn't quite place her paw on it. Glancing up at Scalejaw as she tries to shuffle away, she gives her a half-hearted concerned glance, silently asking if all was well. She had a feeling it would be brushed off, and Salamandersnap couldn't blame her for it. The whole feelings thing was a mess that Salamandersnap herself didn't even know how to navigate. Expressing and discussing feelings was a challenge, but so was offering comfort to those who needed it, and it appeared as if this was one of those times. "Want to go out on patrol with me?" She offers somewhat awkwardly, almost if she were debating pressing Scalejaw for answers about how she was feeling or what was the matter. She almost makes an additional comment about how walks or patrols at moon-high always helped her clear her mind, but refrained from doing so. It wasn't like the additional comments would help anyways. Besides, she didn't anticipate too much on Scalejaw joining her. After all, she didn't seem to like her very much anyway.

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[scalejaw]

★ She feels the other's eyes before she sees them- ears flatten against her skull, and her escape is short lived. While Scalejaw didn't particularly favor the other right now, she wasn't heartless- her clanmates meant more then anything else to her, so she stops in her path to freedom, vision shifting back towards Salamandersnap. There is an awkward tension between them briefly, and a breath is blown from Scalejaw's mouth.

Just as she goes to speak, the other finds her footing first- and Scalejaw cringes inwardly. Not at the request, but her own inaction, her own hesitance. It wasn't a good look, she thinks briefly, before she dips her head outwardly to answer. "Sure." A patrol. Something she could busy her paws with, try to distract from the very real conversations she had been having with herself, with a more perceptive warrior then some.

She gestures her head towards the entrance, and once the other falls in step, Scalejaw half-leads, half-follows out of camp towards the Thunderpath border. Away from a tree twisted and dipped over the hollow of mushrooms, from where she had found him then. Scalejaw swallows lightly. "... How are the others?" She questions- the other warriors that had become agitated towards Salamandersnap when Scalejaw first confronted Mirepurr was who Scalejaw meant.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

How odd that they were stuck in a form of limbo, neither of them making a point to ease the tension by speaking first until Salamandersnap had seemingly found something to say, just barely beating Scalejaw to the punch. Secretly relieved that the woman had agreed to join her, the woman nods, half-leading the way out of camp. In all honesty, Salamander hadn't expected any form of conversation to happen between the two of them. It wasn't exactly a well kept secret that a majority of the clan's members didn't care much for her. Her blunt attitude and sometimes bitchy personality seemed to drive everyone away. Not that she could blame them of course.

Scalejaw's words seem to snap her out of whatever thoughts are plaguing her own mind, quickly glancing over her shoulder towards her. it takes her a moment to register what was said as they fall to a halted pace near the mushrooms. "Not thrilled I'd imagine." She comments after a moment of hesitation. Scalejaw hadn't been present to see the way the clan became angry with her, and ganged up on her. Of course things had quickly gotten out of paw. Still, she wasn't sure she could fault them for their own beliefs, even if she felt they were wrong.

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw's eyes studied the mushrooms briefly, and whilst she considered reaching out to pick some, Salamandersnap responded to her. Hesitation was evident in her tone, but she wasn't going to judge. "We are all... 'not thrilled'." She says with some measure of amusement, even if it is the dregs leftover from a past she would no longer find. Her vision tore from the fungus caps back towards the other, studying Salamandersnap.

"... Some of us are still vying for a memory of somecat who is possibly gone." Scalejaw starts, and while she knows the younger is likely to be typically guarded around her, this transcends that. It was bigger then either of them, then anyone's wishes in regards to a tom likely dead. Scalejaw knew that. She just couldn't admit it- not with his name in the sentence. "It's like a bad dream we cannot wake up from. A curse that follows the crown." Orange eyes dipped down to the mushrooms again.

Her claws reach forward, plucking one free and laying it between her paws. "But time doesn't wait for us. Shadowclan has to move on." There's a sore shrug of her shoulder, one that wasn't of physical pain, but that of emotional. Her heart bled, but it was mended with staples and glue, held together so she could serve her clan still.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Why was Scalejaw so interested in a bunch of mushrooms? Salamandersnap couldn't grasp the significance of such a despised plant, but she recognized the tension in the air and refrained from questioning the older warrior. Her mentions of the clan all not being thrilled caused her to flinch slightly, hesitation crossing her features as she debated how to respond. It wouldn't take long for Scalejaw to continue, giving her a moment she didn't realize she needed. She can only nod along as Scalejaw continues, unsure of what she could say. These were things that she already knew, that she'd been telling the clan much to their disappointment.

"Shadowclan will not survive if we don't." The woman was aware that the clan may not be thrilled with her view on things. But with the passing through of so many leaders before now, as she grew from a young kitten into the full grown warrior she was today? Was she truly wrong for her view on things? She knew Smogstar wouldn't outright abandon the clan. But he wouldn't just leave and not come back either. What was she supposed to think?

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[scalejaw]

★ Her paw idly rolls the mushroom about, dwelling on what to say next when Salamandersnap speaks. Her eyes grow half lidded and a solemn nod followed- what she said was true. Scalejaw had said that very same thing to Mirepurr not more then a pawful of days earlier. "You are correct." She says aloud. A breath leaves her, and she shuffles the mushroom back to it's home- even if it was doomed to die now.

Scalejaw begins walking again, towards the border. "It's always been like that. Any.. any leader is only as good as the warrior's at their flank." She says, her tail twitching briefly. She could scent what was left of leaf-fall prey out and about, even as the day turned to night. Frog and finch, mud and murky water. Scalejaw glances towards Salamandersnap again. "Salamandersnap- you plan on.. remaining loyal to Shadowclan?" She tests the water here.

The older warrior doesn't often outright question this kind of thing- after all, an assumption that the cat remained in the clan meant they were loyal. But knowing what she does about Thunderclan's recent coup, of two twin murderous cats- one of which took a life of Chilledstar's- she has to know. Has to hear it. "To that of Mirestar, when they take the mantle?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

• 

• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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