camp NOT A SENSE OF CRISIS ☾ THINKING ˎˊ˗

[BATCHASER]

Since Shadowclan's leader disappeared into the unknown. He has been thinking about how he feels about the current on-going in camp, with a bored expression on his face. He wasn't so close to Smogstar when he was Smogmaw, or any other cat that was close to him. He felt neutral about it. He wasn't running himself ragged, wasting tears over someone close who left, or even... willow in his duties. He was positively neutral.

He doesn't really miss Smogstar. No... But, it's a problem when the leader just evaporated– nowhere to be found. Being crowned leader was a burden in itself, a heavy crown upon an unsuspecting cat's shoulders. He has heard stories of Pitchstar and Briarstar, one the first of Shadowclan's line but the other being driven mad with responsibility... Then there's Chilledstar. Batchaser doesn't have much to say about the scarred feline that had... ruled the marshlands in their reign. He scrunches his nose up at the thought of the late leader, the slight madness in the end– He doesn't miss them either. But, the sickly Smogstar on the other hand, his reign was cut short, fleeting like it barely happened in the first place.

Settling near the warrior's den on his side. The bicolored tom turned his face to the leader's den, a small frown upon his split - colored maw. His friend was self-isolating theirself from the rest of the bustling clan. He squares his jaw, his brows knitting while his tail lashed across the ground behind him. What a terrible situation to be in... He is... a bit angry at Smogstar. Okay, maybe not a bit just a smudge bit of anger. Four leader's that met their untimely demise. He fears for Mirepurr being risen up to the mantle too quickly, carrying the too sharp crown stained with blood. "Thoughts on... Smogstar?" He speaks to no cat in particular, he wants his a clanmates thoughts on the matter, whether they are positive... or in this case negative.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

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  prompt: Smogstar had the tendency to gain reactions from his peers, whether those are positive or negative. Do you miss him? Are you glad he's gone?

• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms.
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 35 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] On truth, Snowlark did not know how he felt in such situation. Smogstar had been a huge staple in his life, onlt being around during the time Chilledstar had led to Smogstar's abrupt reign that ended too quickly. Perhaps Starclan sought fit to remove the tom from the top in return for someone like Mirepurr instead, which all the more would not make sense as to why give a leader their nine lives only to decide to take them away only two moons into their leadership. Seeing Mirepurr self isolate did not help much either, especially when theres still a lingering feeling of denial that settled like a drizzle coating the air around them.

Yet Batchaser was quick to ask everyone's thoughts on Smogstar and Snowlark took a soft deep breath in before adjusting his paws slightly. "He would've been a good leader if he had been given more of a chance." he stated simply, yelllow eyes gentle before they glanced away, eyes drifting to the nursery.

"As a kit, I thought him to be a bit scary, only because I peeked through the brushes of the nursery to witness Granitepelt's exile and the rage of a father, but Smogstar cared....a lot for the clan." yet he still disappeared, and there was no trace of him at all. Like he never...existed, and the tom couldn't figure out how or why such a thing could of happened.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 13 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MAPLETUFT]

When Batchaser asks about Smogstar, to no one and everyone in particular, she intends to just stay out of it at first.. Gossiping hens, Loonface had called them, and her whiskers only twitch in amusement- she takes it at face-value, a funny thing that might be true... Well... Where else would she get the happenings of the clan if her love for gossip and the gentle talks that ensued in thought ceased? When Snowlark responds earnestly to Batchaser, like a fly to honey, Mapletuft draws closer.

"He is someone who... had been through a lot." comes Mapletufts voice, soft. It was not a big surprise when Smogmaw and Halfshade had begun to court, but it had made him... happier? Perhaps not the right word, but Maple can't exactly come up with anything better. And then, shortly after, kits. And then the plague, Smogmaw had set out, and more kits, and... Two gone, and a dead mother. Smogmaw hadn't been there to bid his mate a farewell, couldn't have been there, not when he was out on a journey to retrieve what the clans had needed to save themselves.

Well, she doesn't know much about Smogmaw himself, never terribly close with him, never more than a clanmate, but as one grieving widow to another widow, a grieving mother to a father... She understood the pain. She still does, because it never exactly goes away. There is a Midnightcall-shaped hole in her heart after two full season-cycles. "Of course he cared a lot for Shadowclan... I'm sure all of our leaders have... And will," her eyes flit to the leaders den for a second. "... There is not much to say about a reign that never truly started." her voice dips low. "But he was a good cat. Always was. Loyal above all else." thats how she chooses to remember him. Briefly, she wonders how his kits are holding up in the midst of all of this. Losing a mother, and then their father...?

She sighs, finally... Her mind tips one way, and then the other, and then she speaks again. "Has any other clan gone through as many leaders as us...? Perhaps it is cursed," she tries to say this in a light-hearted manner, as if she didn't fully believe this. "But thats just what i've heard the elders talking about, recently..." as if it wasn't borne from her own thoughts, as if she did not fear the unknown.

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

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  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ There is tension in the camp, something that they can understand given the situation but their own worries have little to do with the disappearance with Smogstar and more so the effects of it on their sibling. Their mind is not clogged with sadness for the fallen king of the swamp. If he has even fallen at all. They don't know where the tom has gone and no one has any answers for that. They think that they want to find him and yet at the same time they also don't have a preference to do so. If only to shield their sibling from the impacts of what might happen next would they care to get up off their ass and actually worry so much. Yet things are looking grim and they find themselves sighing before hearing Batchaser's words. Thoughts on Smogstar. They pause in their steps to the freshkill pile and tilt their head slightly, examining the other before they shake their skull. Others come forth with their words, some endearing and some provoking strength to keep going. Yes, of course the leaders all loved their clan. They had little choice not to in the eyes of the warrior and gently they creep forward, head held low as eyes squint in thought.

"More of a chance....perhaps." Only time could have given the answer to that. But Smogstar did hold a lot of promise. Slowly they sit down and curl their tail around their paws before pulling their ears back. "I...if I can be honest, I don't have much feelings either way but Smogstar was a good warrior ad good deputy." They shrug their shoulders and a gentle chuckle rumbles in their throat. "I think Shadowclan is cursed...we did cause the Great Battle after all and Starclan has allowed so much death to run rampent here it's hard to believe we aren't the shunned clan of the forest."​

 

[FERNDANCE]

Never too far away from her friend, the fallow tabby's head raised from the sea of clutter she slept amidst, blinking slowly as she tried to adjust to the light (or lack thereof) within the den. Batchaser only asks their opinions of Smogstar, and something about the other warrior's responses caused her ears to twitch. She shifted in her nest, eliciting a rattle from a piece of foil knocked down from a prey bone pile. When it all became a little much, she emerged from the warrior's den, eyes threatening to betray a more surly edge as she tangled with a lack of sleep. But, their words were too important to Ferndance to let it go and forget about it. Softly, she observed, "You all speak like he's dead... or not coming back. 'Was'... I don't think he's nearly as ghostly... Well, maybe a little..." At the very least, the unexplained absence would haunt ShadowClan for quite some time.

Thrasherthroat blames a years-old battle and confusion causes her to tilt her head. She remembered her mother's teachings, often forgotten when confronted with personal pain - it was too easy to lose one's values, but here, they would be a stick to bind the broken leg that ShadowClan had (Or, at the very least, hers). "I don't think StarClan has anything to do with that. By focusing so much on what was taken, we can't really work on building what can be rebirthed in its wake." With death, came the chance for new life.

She shook out her fur, the bristly texture fluffing up against the nipping leaf fall winds. "Smogstar's a real jerk. Some might say... a butt-sniffer." It was not an insult spoken unkindly. A reminiscing smile stretched upon her muzzle at the memory. Beyond that, she recalled the staring contest between them, the way he'd gloated and reveled in power and authority only to crumple at the slightest compliment. It had been the moment he had gone from a cautious comrade to someone she could consider a friend.

It was a feeling gone unspoken, did she regret it? It was hard to say until she saw his body or spirit, until she knew for certain that her hunch of his death was the right one.

"There was one time we were hunting on ThunderClan's territory and this ThunderClanner had pinned me down to try and kill me. Smogstar sounded the retreat and ran away faster than any marsh bunny I've ever seen. I don't even think Halfshade could've got him moving that quick. He was going to let me die." It had been a long-term source of distrust for the blue tabby, now, she spoke it with amusement, a little waver to her voice as if holding back a giggle. "Moons later, I told him he had pretty eyes. I think... that was the best revenge. His face was... hoo boy. He can't take a compliment."

She sat down to conclude her opinion piece. "He's not the best egg, but he's ShadowClan's egg and... well... that makes him a good egg, at least."

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[greywhisker.]

"Cursed?" The old man sauntered over, shaking his head of shaggy wirey fur. Grey and white moved slowly, wincing as he laid down with the sparrow in his jaws. A huff came from him. "If the stars wanted t' curse us, they'd find uh way t' get us out of here. They brought lightnin t' Sootstars feet, they dun want us outta here," he assured the group, his ear flicking as he carefully pulled the feathers off of the bird.

Blue eyes lifted. "Each of our leaders been through dark forest an back for us, an I'm not sure if Smogstar... Will be back. But fer now, we hold onto that hope until Mirepurr is ready. Dun manifest in yer minds about being cursed... That's silly. An' Leafbreeze talks outta her ass, she dun even like starclan- an' she seen em too!" He scoffed, shaking his head before biting into his sparrow once a neat pile of feathers had been stripped off of it. Ever since Pitchstar had said his distaste of the stars, and forsworn them, Leafbreeze decided that she didn't believe in them either. And taught her apprentice that they didn't exist.

He didn't understand, when you seen them with your own eyes.... How could you not believe in them? Hare whiskers was dead, and he seen the dead.

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