pafp SPIRITS OF SAMHAIN ⛧ JACK-O-LANTERNS

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　The horseplace is by far one of Vulturepaw's least favorite places in the moors. The towering beasts make him feel uneasy; it is far too filled with things he does not understand. A new one, now: ridged orange fruits, large as a cat and hollowed into a strange shape. It resembles a face, almost...

Are they alive? "Aah!" the apprentice yelps, noticing the flickering of flames dancing within their mouths. A whole row of them, each with a different glare and the same blazing fire. Vulturepaw backs away quickly, shoots a wild glance to the rest of his patrol. "What - what is that?" His voice warbles out, high and nervous. "Um. No one get t-t-too cuh-cuh-close." Maybe they should get out of here altogether... It doesn't seem to be moving, but the sight of fire makes his stomach twist nonetheless. He retreats behind the closest patrolmate - Sedgepounce, a cat familiar enough and fearless enough to provide a suitable shield.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

• @SEDGEPOUNCE
  Prompt: Something strange is going on at the horseplace - strange orange shapes with scary faces, and worst of all, they seem to breathe fire! Are these strange things dangerous, or simply fun to look at?
  

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sedgepounce likes the Horseplace, mostly. Save for a few concerning run-ins with twolegs, it's mostly peaceful, and the lack of other clans to glare at makes patrolling pretty easy. Cut in the hazy shadow of a rare moorland tree, Sedgepounce is distractedly sniffing at an autumn-blooming meadowflower somewhere behind the border when he hears a yowl. "What?" he says, head whipping up. He doesn't see them, at first, but the curious orange things catch his eye as Vulturepaw retreats behind him like an overgrown field mouse, sparing him from any further concern.

"Oh!" the tabby laughs good-naturedly. "Don't worry, Vulturepaw. They're just, uh—something the twolegs do in Leaf-fall." Usually, the strange fire-breathers are restricted to the porch of the house. That's where Sedgepounce first saw them when he was an apprentice—similarly unnerved by their weird, spiky fascimiles as Vulturepaw is now.

In an attempt to comfort the poor kid, Sedgepounce flicks his tail against Vulturepaw's flank and smiles warmly. "You'll see next season, too. They'll cover the house in lights, almost like stars. Sometimes they turn different colors, too. It's kinda pretty," he meows. It's an opinion once kept close to the chest, as all things non-WindClan and non-warrior were best kept secret under Sootstar's regime. Sedgepounce is slowly warming up to the idea that he can be more open with his clanmates, now. "These ones, though...a little weird." And dangerous, he thinks, eyeing the fire flickering from their maws in the low light of dusk. For now he keeps that part to himself.

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ In opposition to Vulturepaw's outlook on the horseplace, it is a favorite landmark of the deputy's. WindClan's stay within the barn had been tense, filled with uncertainty and danger, but it had also been filled with a closeness to the other WindClanners who opposed Sootstar's rule. It had been the place where she had leaned on Rattleheart, where she had chosen Sunstar over whatever ashes the former leader would leave in her wake. It was where she and Bluepool had collected wool, and where Scorchstreak has collected several small bones to decorate Cygnetstare's grave. The barn holds no small amount of grief, but it also contains memories. Scorchstreak is loath to let that go. So she trails along with the patrol headed in that direction, because she has a moment of time to spend showing her apprentices around the horseplace's border.

As Vulturepaw cries out, the calico's golden gaze flickers to them. Sedgepounce is quick to comfort the apprentice, pointing out the other strange decorations that the horseplace's twoleg caretakers leave out occasionally. Scorchstreak does not deny that the lights are pretty in any capacity; they are glittering, gorgeous, but they have the capacity to be dangerous. Swans, sheep, and flowers come to mind—all beautiful, with the potential to be deadly if not treated with caution. She glances across the orange shapes, the flickering of flame at their line of gaping maws. "They aren't dangerous, so long as you keep your distance," she assures the young tabby, following behind Sedgepounce's own, much more detailed explanation. "I just wish the twolegs would use something besides fire." WindClan has seen enough fire for a long, long time, she thinks.

YOU KNOW I DESERVE IT ☽♰☾ WELL, TAKE IT OUT ON ME

• ooc: @Brackenpaw @BILBERRYPAW
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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy of windclan, tunneler
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & brackenpaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[VIPERPAW]

*+:｡.｡ When it comes to the horse place, Viperpaw is mostly indifferent. Still, he watches the borderline closely, shining chartreuse eyes glittering with that ever-present hunger for action. As it where, he doesn't expect much. The horse place has always been quite boring thanks to its limbo state as a neutral territory. Plenty of Windclanners have come from the barn, so that makes it somewhat cool, although Vips doesn't entirely understand why Windclan doesn't just take it over. He'd heard that there were still a handful of cats actually living there, but surely not enough to beat back all of windclan? Viperpaw searches the distant grassland, wishing one of them would make an appearance - preferably a hostile one - so this patrol could have some more exciting action.

Viperpaw, despite his constant scanning, is so focused on looking for monsters and cats that he somehow completely glosses over the fire-fruits until Vulturepaw starts to scream. Already ruffled fur spikes up harsher as he stiffens, whirling about with an arched back, searching for the enemies, "WHO!? WHERE!?" he cries, only to finally fall silent when he catches Sedgepounce's calm explanation.

Approaching closer, the tortie tom would squint at the object of everyone's fascination. "WILD! It really is on fire - but, like, how is it only burning from the inside and not the whole thing?" he asks, breathless with fascination. Maybe it had something to do with the weird carvings tearing through the vegtable's face? Sniffing the air, Viperpaw notes the warm scent of singed organic flesh and light smoke. "Kinda smells good" he muses with a laugh.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/11/24

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  "SPEECH"
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☁ Viperpaw
  ☁ DFAB— He/Him
  ☁ 10 moons
  ☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
  ☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
  ☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☁Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☁Attack in bold white
  ☁ None currently

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[SHEEPPAW]

He loved going to the Horseplace! It's his favorite place in the whooole wide world because he can watch the sheep graze on grass, and watch the Twolegs handle the horses and then there are chickens- He doesn't like the chickens, they're too loud. The black smoke has heard stories of Windclanners coming and going from the barn, so it makes it even cooler. He trials after some of his denmates that came to the horseplace, with a bounce in his step. He pauses in his steps at Vulturepaw's yowl. "Eh?" He blinks sky - blue eyes, whipping his head towards the dark tabby with perked ears.

She spots them. Large, orange things that was glowing, her pale coat stands on end at the strange things that caught her eye. She watches as Vulturepaw retreats behind Sedgepounce, she tilts her pointed muzzle to the scared feline. "Those things ain't moving, nothing to be afraid of!" She brings a toothy grin on across her face, as she flicks her ear toward the warrior who explains to the hiding apprentice what those are. She is shocked. Twolegs bring those things outside? In Leaf-fall? Why? But, she is curious though...

Sheeppaw wrinkles her nose at the flickering maw of the orange thing. He shivers at the memory of ash and smoke raining down among the moors. Ugh. Her plumy tail twitches behind her, as she shuffles her paws to move over near Vulturepaw. She doesn't like fire. Ears swivel to the loud Viperpaw, and he squints at the fire - flickering things... he blinks at the strange carvings tearing into the oranges face. "Riiight..." He scrunches his nose up at the spiced scent that came from the vegetable.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ closeted genderfluid ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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