private quite the contrary of belief // Pheasant

[Magpiepaᴡ]

〔✦〕The place were Riverclan met with the open expanse of land lead outward into the world had been a place they'd ever since tried avoiding. Since the rogues attacked Frecklepaw, Gladefrost and themselves they tried to keep their head down and away from patrols over here. Yet still, some weird twist of feeling, it felt the need to return from time to time. They didnt know why nor how this train of thought made sense, but yet paws found their ways along the edge.

Magpiepaw looked out at the reeds and stream of Riverclan behind them before up at the setting sun that casted warm glow of ambers and yellows upon its path. It was quiet here and it could feel its face sting slightly, as if that rogue claws had struck them just moments before not moons ago.

They grit their teeth and shake out their black and white coat idly. This tinge swirled in their gut as they walk along the edge of the world, or well its world and what laid beyond really. Part of them had a suspicion they were seeking out the rogue who attacked them and wanted some sort revenge. A scar for a scar? It made no sense though, and it angered the young apprentice rather quickly.

They flex their claws against the soft dirt under paw from the shadow of the willow trees, growling softly to themselves and glaring down at the ground. Still, they wanted to do something to make it better. To make themselves feel better? They had felt like such a failure when Gladefrost got hurt and they hadn't done enough to defend their sister. It was a disgrace and this boiling fury rose up their throat before they lashed out at a reed poking out of the ground.

Claws curled around it, cutting it clean off and then they tossed it to the ground with a huff. Those rogue will pay, whenever that may be will only be told in time. The young Riverclanner shook their head and looked up at what was the moon as it started to rise above the twoleg place. A quiet breeze went by and Magpiepaw simmered their rage slightly- maybe there was prey nearby who could be the outlet or something. Anything to stop the feelings.

i am a lost boy ( neverland is home to lost boys ) //

• ooc." "
• Magpiepaw —— Apprentice of Riverclan , mentored by Hawkcloud . NPC x NPC . littermate to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw ✦ penned by wolfie
  ✦ AFAB Agender Masculine / they/it/ze / 10 months & ages every 23ʳᵈ
  ✦ single / Demisexual Homoromantic(femme leaning) & polyamorous / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired black and white cat with blue eyes. write a short description detailing appearance including necessary information.

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[Pheasant Rush]

〔✦〕He never liked walking the same trails twice, that sort of predictability led to him running into clan cats. Now, there was nothing wrong with the clan cats, he just knew from his travels and interactions with others it'd be best to avoid as many of them as possible. Too many risks to get involved with them so quickly, especially when they weren't too sure about the things they knew. So, today, the path was along the riverbed, the short chimera walking along with his lowered head, ambling to whatever destination his paws led him to this time. Every so often on this journey, he had stopped and observed something, whether that was an insect, plant, fish, bird, or whatever insignificant thing had caught his gaze before he ended up here. His mind turned over what he had observed a few fox-lengths back, of a long, starkly white heron spearing frogs with its beak, standing with stoicism in the moonlight. There could be a story there, perhaps, some sort of fable he could think up to warn against comfortability or even something about the pickiness of those birds as she had typically observed them feasting upon frogs or certain fish.

A rustle of reeds made those large ears perk, Pheasant Rush's steps slowing as she slowly lifted her head. Their pupils were dilated, adapting easily to the uneven shadows of night time where her short height couldn't even provide her the graces of being able to see clearly in the light of the moon. But, stars, the only things likely visible on her were her large ears, standing easily over the tops of some of the younger reeds, golden amber eyes glinting in the dim light as they tried to figure out the source of the noise. Images of beasts the size of towering oaks or birds with wings flapping with the force of thunder were conjured in his mind as he stood there, feeling his heart rate begin to pick up slightly at the prospect of some sort of monster coming to make a meal out of him. He may be named after a bird, but he was no prey.

'Am I a coward though?' She mused quietly, tail tip twitching behind her as she mulled over the question. What role did Pheasant Rush play in her own story? The hero? The villain? The loveable and honestly favorable sidekick? Or was she just another face, one who's name faded from the tales by its second telling? 'There's no monsters, hair for brains,' He ridiculed, rolling his eyes at his own wild imagination. No. There are simpler explanations than the fantasies they conjured up. They parted their maw, allowing scents to wash and bathe their tongue, tasting the stale, mingling tracks of clan cats, other loners, predators, and prey to mix alike before noticing one was stronger than the rest. Faint, as the wind shifted and trailed through the fresh scent of river water, salty bed, and grassy reeds, but stronger and fresher than any other. "Hello?" Their voice cut through the songs of crickets and night time, everything going quiet save for the bubble and gurgle of the river.

mattis lacus quis dignissim ( mattis lacus quis dignissim ) //

• ooc.
• PHEASANT RUSH —— Loner . Crow Call x Falcon Dawn . littermate to character,character ✦ penned by Angelkisses
  ✦ Genderfluid / [he/she/they] / 30 moons & ages 1st of every month
  ✦ single / demiromantic aesexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— A very diplomatic cat, Pheasant Rush prefers talking out situations and views violence as a last resort. He prefers to exhaust every other route rather than actually fight, but when he has to, Pheasant Rush takes on a very evasive, defensive, and even underhanded approach.
  - Will not start fights; would rather flee; will not kill unless absolutely necessary
  ↪ STRENGTH: ★☆☆☆☆
  ↪ DEXTERITY: ★★★☆☆
  ↪ SPEED: ★★★☆☆
  ↪ STEALTH: ★★★★☆
  ↪ SWIMMING: ☆☆☆☆☆
  ↪ HUNTING: ★★☆☆☆
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a very small longhaired spotted fawn/ginger broken mackerel chimera with medium white and amber eyes.

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[Magpiepaᴡ]

〔✦〕The only sound for what felt like hours was the running of the river below and the quiet of the night as it slowly fell upon the clans. Light blue eyes watched the moon as it climbed up the sky and it was almost peaceful in a way and they felt at ease for once in their life. Something they never got to feel ever it seemed like as anger only consumed every emotion out there. Anger was all they had known for a long time and they weren't sure what other emotions where like.

Still, they had been lost in their thoughts, they hadn't been aware of movement nearby until a voice called out. The black and white cat bristled almost instantly and whipped their head around, blue eyes widening before narrowing with a fury. Who the hell was that? What did they want? Who did he think he was? Magpiepaw felt a flurry of emotions swarm its stomach and they swallowed thickly.

This- short little cat had wondered through the reeds and was staring at them with these eyes, and their voice cut through like a claw through flesh. Their ears flicked back and they had to act tough, a loner after all! Still, the fear of the rogue attack from before and being unable to defend themselves surfaced and they lashed their tail idly.

Who was this stranger? What did they want with them and why weren't they just launching into an attack on them? Still, the young apprentice had to hold its ground and defend its clan even if it felt like they should turn and run for the hills.

"Who're you? What do you want?" They demand and get up on their paws from where they sat, marching towards them with their head high and fur bristling. Though they felt impending, freezing, petrification seeping into their bones as they shook slightly where they stood.

i am a lost boy ( neverland is home to lost boys ) //

• ooc." "
• Magpiepaw —— Apprentice of Riverclan , mentored by Hawkcloud . NPC x NPC . littermate to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw ✦ penned by wolfie
  ✦ AFAB Agender Masculine / they/it/ze / 10 months & ages every 23ʳᵈ
  ✦ single / Demisexual Homoromantic(femme leaning) & polyamorous / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired black and white cat with blue eyes. write a short description detailing appearance including necessary information.

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[Pheasant Rush]

〔✦〕The moment the clan cat's eyes fell upon Pheasant Rush, she remembered why she always avoided them. Aggressive. Her ear swiveled back awkwardly as the slightly taller, younger cat bristled at her, feeling scrutinized under the intense way they glowered at her. They likely could never understand why the clan cats were the way they were. So territorial, so aggressive, and so... strange, it was like they weren't even the same species. Pheasant Rush cleared their throat, taking a slight step back as their eyes darted away, "Just passing through is all." It always made him uncomfortable to be looked down upon, but that wasn't so hard considering how small Pheasant was, the only thing large on them being their ears, but the point still stood. They licked their lips awkwardly, uncertain of what to say or do in this moment, regretting even speaking as likely he could of just continued walking, completely avoiding this clan cat.

They remained quiet, not bringing attention to the young cat's body language, but taking a mental note of how nervous ze seemed. Why would it be nervous? Pheasant Rush may be older, but this cat had battle training on their side and the confidence of knowing this land better than he did. 'Perhaps an attack happened?' He mused, amber eyes flickering with curiosity as they slid to look at the black and white cat out of the corner of his eye, long feathery tail twitching behind them. Now, what could cause such a ruckus to put a clan on edge, with their large numbers, stretching territories, and abundance of hunting lands? Rogues? Predators? Rival clan cats? Oh so many possible antagonists to this story, which could be the perpetrator? His mind swam, rolling over the possibilities as their wild imagination already began to stampede with this prospective story.

and they can't hear you talk, talk, talk ( about every little thing, every little thing ) //

• ooc.
• PHEASANT RUSH —— Loner . Crow Call x Falcon Dawn . littermate to character,character ✦ penned by Angelkisses
  ✦ Genderfluid / [he/she/they] / 30 moons & ages 1st of every month
  ✦ single / demiromantic aesexual / dm for romance plots
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— A very diplomatic cat, Pheasant Rush prefers talking out situations and views violence as a last resort. He prefers to exhaust every other route rather than actually fight, but when he has to, Pheasant Rush takes on a very evasive, defensive, and even underhanded approach.
  - Will not start fights; would rather flee; will not kill unless absolutely necessary
  ↪ STRENGTH: ★☆☆☆☆
  ↪ DEXTERITY: ★★★☆☆
  ↪ SPEED: ★★★☆☆
  ↪ STEALTH: ★★★★☆
  ↪ SWIMMING: ☆☆☆☆☆
  ↪ HUNTING: ★★☆☆☆
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a very small longhaired spotted fawn/broken mackerel chimera with medium white and amber eyes.

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[Magpiepaᴡ]

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Passing through? The young apprentice flicked their ears slightly at this over zealous assumption but they were trying to make it better. Maybe if they could chase off this cat then maybe they could undo the damage those rogues had done? That they could make it so Gladefrost wasnt injured, that their eye didnt have a scar. Yet Magpiepaw found this frustrating as they didnt know what they could do to fix it, was there even fixing something that was smashed to pieces? This little cat watched him from the other side of the water, eyes round and seemed like he was thinking.

The young apprentice seemed to back down slightly as they hadn't crossed the border nor were they invading. They were- just walking by as they had stated. For Starclans sake- it felt so stupid. Not every cat was out to get them but yet they felt so paranoid that it was true. That one day they'd wake up and be in Starclan cause someone did something or it got its own consequences to their own actions. Magpiepaw looked down for a moment to avoid eye contact with this loner and then it twitched its whiskers slightly.

"Sorry- continue onwards," They speak defeatedly and returned to their spot they had been sat on. Yet it seemed for only a moment before the more younger, child-like questions came forward, "Who're you though? Like actually? Do you have a name?" Blue eyes had been staring at the ground before flicking up to the large-ears patched cat. Who was this stranger and what did they want with the clans? Why were they so close? Surely everyone knew they were here, so what was the point?

The topic of outside the clans was foreign to it as Gladefrost always spoke for the clans, never of anything outside of it. So loners, rogues, everything he knew nothing of. There was no knowledge and the burning urge to know everything ate at its stomach idly.

i am a lost boy ( neverland is home to lost boys ) //

• ooc." "
• Magpiepaw —— Apprentice of Riverclan , mentored by Hawkcloud . NPC x NPC . littermate to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw ✦ penned by wolfie
  ✦ AFAB Agender Masculine / they/it/ze / 10 months & ages every 23ʳᵈ
  ✦ single / Demisexual Homoromantic(femme leaning) & polyamorous / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired black and white cat with blue eyes. write a short description detailing appearance including necessary information.

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