pafp SCIENTIFIC THEORY & † Assimilating

[SHARPSHADOW]

† Sharppaw was slowly learning the rules. She thinks – that if she were to do something more than twine her tail, she may be able to have some advantage. Watching the dull blob that is Smogmaw has brought him a number of headaches alongside revelations. Maybe one always had to come with the other.

Smogmaw makes it as far as he does by being someone you can talk to, nevermind how productive, important, sensical, pleasant, or… or any of that the conversation actually is. Compared to Chilledstar – who Sharppaw would refuse to compare himself to – Smogmaw apparently has charm in his arsenal, which Sharppaw cannot possibly make sense of.

If Sharppaw wanted to gain a similar skill, she would much rather look over the shoulders of someone less… (infuriating? Smug? Nonsensical? Hair - raising? Aggravating?) rather than swarm the deputy like a fly. Spotting the nearest (and possibly, only other) possible subject, Sharppaw would promptly seat himself next to him, and then.

Well, she didn’t think this far. Sharppaw stares straight ahead, unwilling to look him in the eye in that moment. His pelt prickles with near - tangible awkwardness

OOC † IN THE MIRROR 07.07.2023

• OOC: NAUR !! pls wait for @HONEYJAW
  
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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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[HONEYJAW]

Isn't it funny, then, that Honeyjaw thinks Sharppaw far closer to their leader than one might think? The apprentice in particular, certainly. Like Chilledstar, there is a certain awkwardness between the two of them. Endearing, if cringe-inducing at times. A sort of....well, now that he's trying to put words to it, there are none to be found. But either way, his point stands. Haphazardly but...still. It counts. Particularly when the older apprentice comes up in the middle of his conversation, sitting so close that he very nearly shies away on instinct. Can I help you? he thinks, then: Not even Dragonflypaw wants to sit this close to me, are you feeling well?

Instead, he clears his throat. "As, uh, as I was saying–" He turns his gaze back to Clearheart, and though his smile is forced and somewhat brittle, it hides genuine mirth and some level of confusion, both he supposes to be relatively harmless. He keeps glancing to her, then away, and has to forcibly clear his throat again. "Where was I?" (She came here for charisma, and in this moment, there is none to be found; that's not altogether surprising given his present company.)

Stuttering slightly, Honeyjaw manages out a, "No, really, what was I talking about?"

﹥ˏˋ  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.02.2023  𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 ˊˎ＜

• ooc: pinging @clearheart as his conversation partner, but no need to wait!

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• honeyjaw ╱╱ 36 moons old ╱╱ he - him - his ╱╱ warrior of shadowclan.
  ──── a former loner who joined the clan approximately six months ago (give or take).
  ──── named for the deep honey-brown of his pelt as well as his too natural charisma.
  ──── has an apprentice-aged kid he joined with, def scared of watching 'em grow up.
  ──── bisexual- kinda flirtatious yet never seems to really pursue a relationship. single.
  
  a short-furred dark chocolate point tom with the smallest splashes of white on his forehead, front paws, and tail tip. well-built, but overall average in size and unremarkable aside from his lightly curled ears and the magnetism of his smile. seems to show signs of aging earlier than expected, with a salt-and-pepper dusting around his jaw and muzzle.

• "speech"

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[Garlicheart]

Garlicpaw doesn't know Sharppaw very well. She doesn't know why he hasn't graduated yet, maybe she is just taking her time on training. Perhaps Sharppaw doesn't want to graduate at all. Who knows!! It doesn't bother her much. She is carrying on as she always does, bouncing around camp doing her chores. She likes to think she has many friends, considering literally everyone as such. Even the grumpiest clanmates. So when she sees Sharppaw sit beside Honeyjaw suddenly, she wonders what that is about! She isn't saying anything, just sitting there....

So she bounces over to also sit beside Honeyjaw. She gives him and Sharppaw a big smile. She's not sure why Sharppaw isn't speaking after engaging Honeyjaw, so she stays quiet too.

Was it a game?? She didn't consider that Sharppaw is just awkward and didn't know what to say. She could just say hello! Unfortunately, the wors of social anxiety are lost on Garlicpaw as she has not yet acquired this curse. Will she ever? Who knows. But there's something silly about sitting here so quietly and so suddenly. She wonders how Honeyjaw will react to TWO apprentices now sitting by him.

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[clearheart]

━━ι═══════﹥ The rather abrupt arrival of Sharppaw beside Honeyjaw tilts their conversation into an equally sudden lapse. The apprentice does not contribute to their conversation; perhaps she is merely thinking of what to say, but as Clearheart waits —and waits still— for him to speak, he begins to suspect that Sharppaw does not intend to. He returns his unblinking stare to Honeyjaw, meeting his eyes evenly, if a bit intensely, though that blue gaze trails away to the nearby apprentice frequently.

Honeyjaw is capable of speaking at great length, but he is known to be succinct at times. Occasionally, he does seem to lose focus and veer off course, though said paths are often mysteries to Clearheart even without Honeyjaw's disrupted dialogue. "You were describing the frog which crawled over your tail while you were hunting," he supplies helpfully, and all the while, yet another apprentice sits beside Honeyjaw. How bemusing. "We will not be finished consulting for some time," he says to them both, not unkind. "If it is a pressing matter, you should begin now before he continues. However, I do not believe it is urgent if Honeyjaw is whom you wish to speak with." ​

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• — CLEARHEART / / 40 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns but will also accept the use of neutral terms.
  — a warrior of shadowclan / / currently mentoring dragonflypaw / / excels greatly in combat above most all other skills.
  — former loner who wandered great distances & rarely remained in one place for long / / arrived after the great battle.
  — devoted to starclan above all else (aside from his idea of the common good) / / not prone to enter battle mindlessly.
  
  — of a height slightly above average / / trim and athletic with a sense of immovability about his posture/stance & size.
  — chocolate sepia w/ low white / / fur is quite short for the most part / / tail is naturally bobbed // full-body reference.
  — fairly warm demeanor much of the time; there is a "softness" about his features so that neutrality doesn't seem surly.
  
  — lawful good, in the sense that he likes to maintain order and work toward bettering lives around him without cruelty.
  — often misunderstands figures of speech and may interpret them literally. as such, can seem to lack a sense of humor.
  — deeply genuine; dislikes lying immensely, and so (most of the time) he is wholly earnest, especially with compliments.
  
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[NIGHTSWARM]

➼ Well, that was certainly a sight to behold. Their ears flick back watching as Sharppaw settles down next to Honeyjaw interrupting his conversation that he was having with Clearheart and the apprentice did not offer a single word nor did he make any eye contact. "Someone put that kid out of his misery." Nightswarm thinks to themselves unable to help but cringe and it only became a little amusing when Garlicpaw joined Sharppaw in whatever the fuck she was doing, it's enough to make a brief snort of amusement leave them. A part of them hesitates on approaching not wanting to make the situation more awkward nor intrude on the conversation that Honeyjaw and Clearheart are having with one another but it is more odd to have someone looking from across camp and watching through half closed eyes.

With a shuffle of dark paws, Nightswarm wanders over but unlike the two apprentices does not take to Honeyjaw's side due to it already being occupied and the feline quite enjoyed their personal space. They dip their head in greeting to the pair of warriors and offer a ghost of a smile to Garlicpaw before parting their jaws to speak "It's definitely an interesting way of getting one's attention," Faint amusement shone within their fiery gaze. ​

[ C'MON, C'MON, AND LOVE ME NORMALLY ]​

 

[SHARPSHADOW]

† He notices.

Of course he would notice, because even if he were frog - brained, that would not make him blind. And cats like him, of course, had no experience with awkwardness, and no experience with pretending it wasn’t there. He thinks he attempts – attempts. Trying meant nothing without results – like a mantra, as she tries not to glare daggers at him.

Suddenly, also, there is a kit, Smogmaw’s kit (It got worse, somehow), sitting close and beaming as if Sharppaw did not know what she was. The brief look Sharppaw gives her is wide - eyed and alarm, not all like the quiet glower ShadowClan’s elite seemed to maintain, or the light smile she sometimes saw Honeyjaw wearing. Sharppaw tries to fix his face, but that’s hard to do, when others are looking at her.

Clearheart recovers more smoothly. Sharppaw’s gaze is blank, at the talk of matters; because he had come without a thing to say, and had not thought of having one before hand.

This is embarassing.

She only figures out what to say once Nightswarm sidles over. " Didn’t – I mean, I didn’t want it. Attention. " Totally wrong, he did not figure out what to say. And is it wrong of her, to interpret Nightswarm’s words as meaning to be evil? He was not someone who wanted attention. He’s never wanted attention in her life. Sharppaw tries to fix his face again. Should he abandon this prospect, or try to pretend that he was actually here for a good reason? " Frogs are... interesting. " Interesting enough for him to do this again? Hell no.

OOC † IN THE MIRROR 08.30.2023

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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 14 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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