camp PREY ☆ intro

[Quietpaw]

The rouge invasions. It was a peculiar happening, even more so with accompanies in their clan. Quietpaw found himself staring a bit too closely toward the new queens and kits, however, he kept his distance. They smelled weird. They looked different.. especially the Windclan inhabits. He didn't know there was such a thing as a mass of smaller cats, normally sizes were fluctuating within clans. How did they hunt rabbits when they were that small?

Green eyes narrowed as he observed, limbs tucking neatly into his body. His mentor had fallen victim to the sickness, they seemed to be hanging onto life by a claw from words he heard pass among others. Emotionally, it hadn't seemed to have affected him. However, he was left to sit among the shadows and tend to his hobby. Gaze flicked from each cat; reading and analyzing from afar. He wondered where they would be pushed if the rouges came to claim their territory too. He wondered if the three clans would lure them. Where then would they all go? Would Shadowclan break off into their own?​

 

[STUMPYSPOTS]

”Pst. Quietpaw.” A nasally, hushed voice comes from behind the black tom. ”Yer gonna make the queens nervous… all that goggling.” The cat, easily revealed to be Stumpyspots, purrs in light-hearted scolding. She speaks from many moons of expirence, nursing her own litter and her many moons of raising orphans. Queens got protective, even when it was their own clan-mates doing the nosing around.

*.☽ INFO BATTLE

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  » Half Maw . Stumpyspots
  » ShadowClan Warrior
  » She/her ․ Twice Widowed
  » Calico she-cat with rounded features.
  » ”speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A heavy hitting foe capable of standing her ground
  » Excels in slow, but powerful blows and kicks.
  » Fights to defend and protect
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[sprucepaw ✰]

"It's kinda hard to not be curious," Sprucepaw mrows as she joins the two, her own voice hushened to a whisper as well. While she hadn't been observing the other Clan's young and nursing as much as Quietpaw seemed to be, she had taken interest in the settlement by the sycamore. She assumes that the curiosity she spouts is similar to the one Quietpaw holds onto - new cats with new ideals, personalities, visages, and more. She offers her fellow apprentice a smile, tail sweeping behind her before she looks back to Stumpyspots, "Were you around before the Clans?" she decides to ask, "Surely when there were none, cats of all makes and backgrounds lived together like this..." she trails off, her own gaze fitting onto the nursery and the monumental amount of strangers inhabiting it. She turns her attention back to the tom, adding on a playful, "Staring is rude, however."​

 

[GHOSTMASK]

ghostpaw has very little interest in the new inhabitants. first of all, prey and attention are hard enough to get here—she has no interest in battling five times the mouths for a bite of prey. second, what are they but even more of the useless rabble? it's not as though many important cats are here, and those that are seem barely worth talking to as it is. for all their harping on about loyalty and whatnot, the variety of dull-eyed, dull-minded creatures that inhabit the various clans have a remarkable amount in common.

she already hates kits, and so the addition of a bunch of them and a few queens looking ready to pop does little to lift her spirits. it's all she can do not to wrinkle her muzzle when she passes the crowded nursery. quietpaw is staring at the variety, and ghostpaw fights the impulse to roll her eyes—way to do our clan's creepy reputation justice. what a weirdo; the various shadowclan apprentices aren't much to tell your mentor about, weird and irritating and generally a huge pain in the ass.

"i'd be nervous if i were them," she notes with dry, (seemingly) good-natured humor. "a camp this crowded and looking ready to pop? i don't think i could take it." an amused whisper, quick to die. sprucepaw is an irritating presence, but ghostpaw nods, adds jokingly, "better watch out or one of them might give you a swat."

i found the man who created me ✶ ( and tore him limb from limb )

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  ghostpaw ; apprentice of shadowclan
  x. she/her ; 5 moons ; tags
  x. slender black she-cat with white mask & pants and dark blue-black eyes
  x. played by dejavu
  ghostpaw is the charismatic daughter of starlingheart and granitepelt, her mother's lookalike but without her genuine kindness. a falsified sweet demeanour disguises ghostpaw's hunger for power and listless hatred for most cats she meets.

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