- May 11, 2024
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Of course Shrike had noticed that outburst Betonyfrost had towards Chilledstar, whatever that confrontation was about it clearly wasn’t meant to be a private one. Unless she just naturally had that presence that would drag everyone into whatever spat she had. They understood that they would not understand half of the clan politics or inner workings amongst clan-mates. They didn’t particularly care to speak with anyone to uncover deep history, Shrike may not respect the clan system sometimes but they were aware of where they stood in it. Operating on a need to know basis, of which they did not need to know, such were the joys of coming in as an outsider.
There was a dying curiosity to them though, that spark of nosiness that they reserved just to figure out their half sibling. Chilledstar was an unattainable mystery to them, there was a huge gap in their knowledge regarding them. They’ve only known them for a moon of their life, coming around to two at the most. That was just the tip of the iceberg, how much did they not know? Thoughts circled back to Betonyfrost, to that weird spat that she decided to have out with them. Their desire to reach out to her was not just because of their curiosity but because of the simple fact that Chilledstar was family, they were loathed to admit but the fact wouldn’t change.
They could feel the claws of their protectiveness over their kin claw at their skin. The thought of someone bothering their half sibling, got under their skin and caused them to gain a second hand anger. Only in a matter of the belief that only Shrike could do that. There was a difference there, they seemed genuinely really mad at Betonyfrost and they couldn’t blame the ShadowClan leader for it. Puffing their chest out they walked over to the tabby, their intentions not clear by the way they presented themself.
Their usual lopsided smile was ever present as there was a slight sway to their movements. “Hey so, what’s your deal?” They ask rather bluntly, an easy going tone present. There was no way to beat around that bush, it was always going to boil down to this so why not be direct? They enjoyed jumping into conflict head first after all. “You were real mad back there, with Chilledstar I mean. What’s up with that?” They sniff as they glance over their shoulder at the camp clearing, their general stance was neutral despite that annoying protectiveness they felt. Shrike wasn’t aiming for a heated scene like the one that happened a few sunrises ago merely just trying to figure out what was going on surrounding this particular puzzle of their half siblings life.
┌── Black sheep
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Come home ──┐
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OOC. Please wait for @betonyfrost ! This takes place before WindClan steals
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Shrike│Bio
⤜ They / Them, Loner , 28 moons {ages on the 1st},
✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes.
✧ Jagged x NPC
✧ Speech, #ad744a, thoughts, attacking
✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
✧ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.