pafp no one ever listens // flattery

[Maggotfur.]

🕱 NO I DON'T MIND YOU ARE A BEAUTY 🕱

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maggotpaw & 09 moons & female & she/her & shadowclan apprentice​

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It's a rare sight in of itself to find maggotpaw willingly in the company of warriors that aren't her mentor - but today is especially so, given that it is the deputy who's company she has sought. Blue and silver pelt gleams in the low marshland light as the patrol moves, turquoise gaze never leaving the older toms figure for long. It is only once they pause, having arrived at their destination, that she speaks - a careful drawl as emotionless as ever, and yet clearly there is something more about it. Perhaps it's the intensity of it, or her word choice, but its certainly strange, coming from her. "You must have a lot of experience, to be deputy so fast," she starts, tail swishing slowly, moving along as though she is simply having a normal conversation while marking the borders, nothing but absentminded small talk. "I mean - windclan came all the way here for you, they must find you terribly intimidating - rightfully so," and there it is - clearly, maggotpaw has decided the best course of action today is flattery - a rare thing, for the usually cold and blunt feline. "And they failed too- the rabbit-hearts,"

— not temptation, you're my creation ♛

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  ooc: please wait for @smogmaw
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  — a massive tabby she-cat with striking turquoise eyes, there has always been something not-right about her. cold and apathetic, and more than a bit unhinged, the monster that is maggotpaw is a volitile presence within shadowclan. she seems strangely taken by magpiepaw, putting herself in role of both tormentor and protector.
  
  — physically medium && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=mediumpurple]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[smogstar]

Smogmaw paid little heed towards smalltalk, and he'd turn a deaf ear towards it whenever it arose. Aimless words weren't worth the wasted breath, nor the attention given, as one's time in the present is worst spent on empty conversations. Granted, it'd occasionally serve as a necessary avenue to worm his way into someone's good graces—however, if the ashen tom could go the rest of his days without another discussion on the poor weather, or how wet the ground felt beneath his paws, or the intensity at which the frogs croaked beyond camp's walls, then he could at the very least die satisfied with himself.

And yet, Maggotpaw's prattling performance pulls his maw into a coy grin. He refuses to look the she-cat's way while she runs off at the mouth, but her simpering tickles his ego all the same. Praise is seldom flung his way from those he lives alongside, and as odd as it may be to hear an apprentice remark on experience of all things, the development is welcomed with open paws. "Rabbit-hearts indeed," Smogmaw affirms, ultimately conceding to the other's fawning once he halts at the border. "But, they'd have come to strike at ShadowClan regardless of who's deputy. I simply happened to be there."

It is not out of modesty that he speaks, for he does not believe his own words. He instead puts forward a bid for more. More flattery. More acclaim. A justification to support claims previously made. Gauging Maggotpaw's intentions is well beyond remedy, but if Smogmaw could squeeze a few more syllables of praise from her mouth, he'd thrive on that until he tucked in for the night. ​

 

[SHARPSHADOW]

† Maybe nothing makes her frown quicker than the presence – whether physically, or metaphorically through word – of his mentor. That is, he guesses, if he weren’t already frowning as often as she is. (More than once, someone has told her to lighten up, and to that she thinks: the audacity). Maybe a better term is that nothing makes her frown deeper. Sharppaw is caught in the crossfire, he thinks, made to wince from the overblown flattery flung at the man in question; perhaps weirdest of all, from Maggotpaw.

" Experience? " Sharppaw is twisting her maw without thinking. And he pauses – the impulsivity new to her. The drawl of their exchange of word properly presses betwixt her ears. The reminder almost makes his face ache again, and suddenly, his self - consciousness comes swelling back to him, clear in the flattening of dark ears and unsteadiness of his stance. Sootstar’s eyes had still blazed with hatred for Smogmaw (or had Sharppaw imagined that himself?). If she had taken his life that day, what would Sharppaw have done? She would be free from the nonsense, the insufferable carrying of his weight, the cat that perhaps, had the closest thing to respect of everyone, and this playing field could be even again. At the same time, would she have anything to look too, at all?

The thought that she looks to him puts a foul taste in her mouth. Most of all, because it was true. Did that make her an idiot, or him the effortless victor of the game?

Though she knows it would never happen, she’d like to catch up. Just for a while.

Sharppaw realizes that now his presence is known, and he is already spoken, so he’s supposed to speak some more, he thinks. Doing things without thinking has beeen working for him so far, hasn’t it? Don’t look at him like you hate him. She did. But… he shouldn’t look like he hates him more than anyone else, she thinks. " ...Pitchstar was chosen pretty fast, " comes in a murmur, a side - glance spared to the younger apprentice ( Any other apprentice was younger than him, ha ha ). He stifles a bitter sigh.

OOC † IN THE MIRROR 07.07.2023

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• SHARPPAW: brother to Rookpaw. Mentored by Smogmaw
  —— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
  —— currently 13 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
  
  anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw is a creature living in constant fear. Most thoughts are irrational, but consistent in that they are borne from pessimism and generalized anxieties.
  — In an era of assessing what has set him back and figuring out what he wants.

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[Maggotfur.]

🕱 NO I DON'T MIND YOU ARE A BEAUTY 🕱

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maggotpaw & 10 moons & female & she/her & shadowclan apprentice​

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"And yet, she looked at you with such burning hatred," she notes absently - tone clearly fond, as though the sentiment is something to aspire too. Perhaps it is - maggotpaw is not here to make friends after all, no, she was brought into this world with blood and death, had fought hard to live to see her fourth moon let alone her tenth. She cares only to be strong - to be powerful. To be so hated by such a strong cat - to fight, and come out the victor - well, isn't that power in of itself? He should be proud - though really, his head is big enough as it is, so perhaps she should change the topic now.

Sharppaws sudden words couldn't be better timed, and make her snort, blue gaze snapping to meet his. "Briarstar and Pitchstar were tied by blood - a choice made out of fondness no doubt," Just look at how quickly they'd both died after all. nine lives they'd each gone through, both in less than nine moons each. Of course, maggotpaw is too young to have been around for much, born into pitchstars reign, but cats whisper - or talk, or shout such sentiments so often it's impossible not to pickup. "Chilledstar and smogmaw have come to lead the clan through their own skills, their own power, and not some foolish notion of fondness for ones bloodline," family was only a chain, tying you down and dragging you through the mud if you let it, like a particularly stubborn root or bramble coiled about.

She was glad she was free of such burdens.

— not temptation, you're my creation ♛

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
• 
  — a massive tabby she-cat with striking turquoise eyes, there has always been something not-right about her. cold and apathetic, and more than a bit unhinged, the monster that is maggotpaw is a volitile presence within shadowclan. she seems strangely taken by magpiepaw, putting herself in role of both tormentor and protector.
  
  — physically medium && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=mediumpurple]action here[/color][/b] and tag account