camp Mysterious as {RTA} The dark side of the moon

[Moonshadow]

ALL THE KING'S HORSES​

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The day was warmer than was expected for it being Leaf-fall. The sky above was a beautiful light blue and the sun shone down on them with all the warmth and blessings that Moonshadow could only assume was a natural sign that Starclan did in fact favor them. Her plume-like tail would swish behind her as she stepped further into the clearing, her pelt groomed to meticulous perfection and the stoic strength she had once carried about her had returned to her regal air.

Stopping in the center of camp, Moonshadow would look around with an analyzing expression before meowing calmly, "Would any cat be interested in a sparring match? It has been far too long since I have practiced." Moonshadow recounted the days she used to train with her knights, the comradery they had shared in the few days of peace that settled between fierce battles. Her eyes would scan the camp for her sons' familiar black and white pelt, or even the silver coats of her recent litter, perhaps she could finally pass on some of her old home traditions to them, even if it was in a small display such as this.
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[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

Sitting by the camp entrance, gaze closed and their head rested on front paws, lazily enjoying the semblence of warmth. Soon there wouldn't be any with winter claws grasping the ground with vicious nature. A dual colored face moved for a white cheek to nuzzle into a white paw and he twitched a bit in his nap. Restlessly, before bolting upright with claws out and fur bristling, taking a few deep breaths he looked around. Oh good, so no one hopefully saw that embaressing display, and then got up onto his paws when Moonshadows' voice spoke up.

Black and whtie ears perked up, "A sparring match? Well, mother lets see what you got in those old bones," Rune taunted the molly rather playfully and a smile crossed over his maw. Then the lanky tomcat trotted up to her and gave this kit-like crouch in front of her, "Knight versus knight?" He gave a little laugh in amusement before standing back up straight. Did their fighting moves come in handy here? He hoped so, or he'd be very out of luck. ​

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[spiritpaw]

Spirit has no idea what a sparring match entails, and is right about to offer until the new guys voice chimes in, causing Spirit to grumble beneath her breath about other cats getting all the fun. She knows who Miss Moon is, Hyacinth talks about her, she seems like a really pleasant lady to be around and the small girl offers a crooked grin to the shadow. She examines her half shadow, split right down the middle with white, and all Spirit could think of was how much that'd SUCK to lay in the sun with. I mean, you have one dark side, it warms quickly, but your other side doesn't, UGH! It hurts her head to think about.

Slowly she connects the dots as he crouches, oh, they were gonna fight! How cool! "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" came her cheer of excitement, clapping her paws together. Claws and everything! LETS GO! Spirit takes her seat, practically vibrating with excitement as she examines the two closely once more.

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[SOOTSTAR]

Sparring? Good, it always pleased the she-cat seeing her warriors practice their skills. Many forget to continue to touch up on their defense moves once they recieve their warrior name, they grew rusty, they forgot skills their youngerselves once knew. Sootstar hopes to never be that cat.

This would be a good time to observe Rune, his mother claimed he was worthy of being a WindClanner, but was he really? Perhaps this would give the clan some insight on if her son truly had skills to give to WindClan. As if she was a roman empress in a colosseum awaiting to be entertained by barbaric subjects, she sits down with a straightened spine. Eyes the color of green-leaf grass wash over the mother and son opponents, waiting to see the glisten of claws in the sunlight and a good fight.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 31 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to owlpaw & shrikepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[WEASELCLAW]

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Weaselclaw settles beside Sootstar, absently pressing his flank to her own as he watches Moonshadow and the strange cat who'd come claiming to her her son. He can believe it -- the smoky black of their pelts is identical, though the tabby had not known Moonshadow had kits so old. He remembers meeting her at the barn, how formal she'd been, how strange. This Rune talked in a similar fashion.

He smiles at Spiritpaw's exclamations. "Fight, fight, fight!" With a lazy flick of his tail, the lead warrior says, "I'll bet my next piece of prey on Moonshadow." He purrs goodnaturedly. He doesn't know Rune, after all, and Moonshadow carries herself like quite the fighter. He's sure she's rusty after moons in the nursery, but she has years of experience over her wet-behind-the-ears son.

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[Moonshadow]

ALL THE KING'S HORSES​

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Her son is the first to approach, accepting her challenge with a good-natured play bow. Her features soften, though only by a margin as she nods and meowed cooly, "Very well then, my son. But take caution," She moves into a battle crouch, her pupils shrinking into slits as she hones in on the tom cat before her, "For Sir Magnus taught me first, and trained me harder."

She would acknowledge the cheers of Spiritpaw as well as the arrival of her leader and lead warrior with a flick of her ear and a lash of her tail. The air around the normally stoic molly would change drastically, claws slipping from her paws though she did not intend to truly use them on her own flesh and blood. She was poised much like a viper, muscles rippling at the ready while still appearing to be light on her paws. She would narrow her eyes as she meowed in a tone that sounded almost teasing, "Well then? Show me what battle skills my firstborn inherited from me."


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[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

Seems they had an audience now as cats gathered around, spotting Weaselclaw, Spiritpaw and- Sootstar. The pressure was definitely on and those dual hues watched the smokey black she-cat crouched to the ground with claws out, taunting him with that Ser Magnus worked her harder than him. He doubted that one, he may have been old and fraile but Rune was trained as one of the best soliders.

The lanky tomcat lifted his head up rather defiantly at her teasing words, feathery white tail lashing back and forth, before he too lowered himself to the ground. Stance wider and his amber and lilac gaze narrowed in on his mother. Though he didn't unsheathe his claws, he had too much respect for Moonshadow to use them on her. He just wished she felt the same upon seeing her own claws out and ready, her body moving like a viper in the grass.

Rune flicked an ear back before lunging off to the left and upper-hooked a paw as he aimed to knock her too the side. Tensing his muscle in preparation for her counter attack as well; solider verus solider. ​

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