run for your life // pumpkin guts [prompt]

[Maggotfur.]

🕱 NO I DON'T MIND YOU ARE A BEAUTY 🕱

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maggotpaw & 11 moons & female & she/her & shadowclan apprentice​

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Orange. Not a color maggotpaw usually cares for, or sees much, but today it is absolutely everywhere. The ground is painted with in, as though a bloody battle with the twolegs has taken place - but with the strange... things instead of cats. Honestly, for a moment the girl is simply glad it's not her laying there, birds pecking away at what remains. Blue furred frame emerges from the undergrowth, watching passively as the birds scatter in a flutter of wings and feathers. She's not hunting right now, so she makes no move to catch them.

Instead, nose all but pressed to the ground, she investigates - even stranger smells than the sight meeting her eyes. "Any idea what it is?" she asks - magpiepaw isn't here for her to ask, so she simply settles on the nearest cat to her, a cold look of turquoise eyes given in their direction. "Wonder if you can eat it..." she mutters to herself, pausing, before curiosity finally gets the best of her. She takes a nibble with a frown, tail lashing - it's not... great, really, but not bad either. At the very least she supposes, it's not worth eating when there are far better options.

— not temptation, you're my creation ♛

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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
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[APPLEJAW]

While ShadowClan was beginning to grow hungry, and it would certainly only get worse, Applepaw is surprised by how quick Maggotpaw of all cats is to take the plunge on something being edible or not, like this. Unlike some of the mysterious morsels Smogmaw has dragged back into camp some moons ago, this… stuff didn’t even really smell like food enough to justify such a thing. Applepaw says nothing – considering her sister was still far outdoing her in terms of prey, she had no room too. Though she would raise a questioning brow.

Any idea what it is? she’s fixed with a question – due to proxy, she thinks. " No, " she is somewhat annoyed to admit, but at least Maggotpaw didn’t know either. She had sort of hoped that it would be some terrible nightmare substance and she would’ve gotten to see Maggotpaw pull a face, but it wasn’t in the stars today, she guesses. Maggotpaw’s expression is perfectly bland, and Applepaw attempts to assess the intricacies of her reaction. The tortoiseshell narrows her eyes. " So? "

ooc ༊ 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

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• ( I'M OBSESSED WITH THE MESS THAT'S AMERICA. ) APPLEPAW. kit of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + birdkit, halfkit & tanglekit )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 6 moons old as of 9.27.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applekit is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. A rule - follower to a T, and thinks herself better than the majority of her clan for this. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and never wanting to be afraid of anything ever again.

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[Garlicheart]

Garlicpaw arrives to the scene to observe this...This mess. This goopy, cold orange mess. What is this stuff? She stares at it with furrowed brows. She's never seen a pumpkin before, much less the insides of one. Smashed bits are everywhere, as well as what look like.... Seeds? She thinks thats what those little pale things are.

There was a time recently where she would be excited at this discovery. But that light has been snuffed out.

She sniffs the pumpkin guts and squishes them a little with a paw. She grips a clump with her paw and lifts it, watching the stuff hang and the loose bits fall. She finds no enjoyment, like she normally would. The squish... The splap as it hits the ground.... Immaculate. This strange texture.....Excellent. But she feels no joy. She doesn't even feel the need to roll in it.

She looks at her paw that is now stained orange.

Maybe she just.... Needs to kickstart the urge? Even though she feels absolutely nothing right now...Wouldn't it just be hollow if there's no joy behind squishing around in this orange goop? She looks at the pumpkin guts in front of her and starts squishing and kneading it with her paws. A faint spark of joy is felt as she listens to noise it makes as she squishes....

She brings both her paws up and slams them down to make the loudest squish possible. It brings her the utmost joy, happiness gracing her features for the first time since her mother's death.

"At least it's fun!" She chirps, her voice quieter than usual. She still hurts, but has found a temporary distraction in the further destruction of these pumpkins. Maybe she can take some goop back to camp for the kits to play with.​

 

[Scorchedmoon]

Scorchedpaw is quick to join in on the fun when he hears commotion, but the sight in front of him isn’t exactly what he expected. It’s so orange…more orange than his eyes! Even more orange than foxes! He gives a gasp of surprise at the stringy mess laid out on marshy land.

He tilts his head as Garlicpaw proceeds to smush the substance down with her paws, wondering if it’s actually that fun. He pictures it ending up on him and sticking to his pelt, and it sends a small shiver down his side. Not for him…

“But what if it’s hard to get off of fur? Maybe we should ask a warrior if they know what this is before we take it anywhere…” She probably should have thought of that before touching it. At least Maggotpaw just took a bite from the ground. Was it even actually good?​