stop, that's illegal | plastic bag, prompt

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Today was particularly windy as dark imposing storm clouds promised the onslaught of rain sometime later. For now, the wind simply billowed about, snagging and combing through chocolate silver and ivory fur alike. Whenever the rain decided to roll in he knew it would be a rather nasty storm. Adderpaw sat with his back to the battering gale, blissfully unaware of a charcoal grey walmart bag coming directly at him. Propelled by the winds, the airy plastic grocery bag slaps against his pelt, its noisy rustling announcing its sudden presence. Although the pressure was light it spooked him all the same. His body whipped around with claws unsheathed to repeatedly swat the crumpling plastic.

Another gale later and the bag seemed to double in size, attempting to swallow his face and limbs. "Get off me!" He snapped, its strange crinkling sound growing louder as he rolled onto his back with flailing limbs. Sharp teeth poke holes into the thin material, forelegs wild as he finally got the bag off and bunny kicked it away. Scrambling to his paws with heaving sides he watched with angry eyes as the evil thing fluttered throughout camp, snagging itself upon bramble walls. Fluttering...menacingly. "What is that thing?" Whipping his head in the direction of his sister, he wondered if perhaps it was some kind of weird thing from the tunnels. (@BLUEPAW) ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw scents the rain on the air, and she revels in the almost wet feeling of the wind as it combs through her thick blue and white fur. She adores the scent of an oncoming storm, though she could do without the water part; she despises getting her fur wet. She, like Adderpaw, wears impossibly long fur, and it takes far too long to dry for her comfort. She couldn't imagine having been born in RiverClan and having to endure that uncomfortable sensation all the time.

Adderpaw's explosive meow sounds from beside her, jostling her from her meandering thoughts. Her brother is locked in one-sided combat with a strange predator. The sound it makes as he batters it with his paws is unnatural; it causes her fur to rise along her spine. "What in StarClan's name is that!" Her back arches; she's relieved when the force of the stormy winds blows it off of her brother. It almost floats away from him, as though it hadn't just tried to assault him within an inch of his life!

Bluepaw is indignant, but she's also still terrified. She rushes to her littermate, sniffing at his silvery pelt. "It didn't hurt you, did it?" She backs away, satisfied that he isn't bleeding or battered. "I've never seen one of those in my life!" Her green gaze whips to the ... thing, eyes tracking its every movement. She's afraid if she is distracted from it for too long that it'll sneak back up on them and strike again.[/color]​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

 

[VULTUREMASK]

Vulturemask was beyond unsatisfied with the decision for everyone to be trapped in camp unless having company with them to leave camp. What an awful way of taking more freedom away from him. Oh well. He would survive with this terms for now. The medicine cat would huff to himself where he sat all alone on his own to distant himself from his clanmates. Suddenly his boredom was birefly killed when Adderpaw ended up ambushed by some strange object. The medicine cat stood up to get closer for further investigation and once closer he actually could detect what sort of object the apprentice had unpleasantly got trapped within. Vulturemask had never encountered this sort of object before but an elder had told him the horrors of how their head almost had got swollowed once by some mysterious flying object. By the description of that very same elder this object fit it perfectly.

" Be careful to not let it get your heads...apperantly they like to feast upon cats heads..." he would warn the two of them while slightly amused by the idea. This strange animal or whatever it was suppose to be seemed to lack any teeths or body for that matter, so how did it even work?. How would they ingest...Vulturemask found it interesting to puzzle about. Too bad he didn't have any volunteers who was willing to sacrifice themselves for his curiosity.



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[GRAVELSNAP]

Watching the strange, fluttering creature attack Adderpaw only gives Gravelsnap a sense of satisfaction for a few heartbeats—and then it’s replaced by panic. Adderpaw is a devil of a child, an apprentice who they loathe, but they don’t wish death upon him. Bluepaw seems concerned for her brother, but he looks unharmed. The black-patched warrior stalks forth, maw twisting in a defensive snarl.

Vulturemask’s words shut him down immediately, though, and he shrinks back a few steps. "Feast upon cat heads?" His voice is not a shriek—but it is very nearly there, shrill and sounding rather unlike himself. Sharp hazel eyes land on the healer, who seems to be making no effort to subdue or attack the odd creature. "We should kill it," he growls, the black fur upon his hackles already raised, eel-like tail puffed out in anger. His claws are unsheathed, digging into the dirt below.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[Firefang]

Firefang has seen some strange things carried in by the wind, she's seen something like this before close to the horse place though it was different in many ways. It can't be dangerous she figures because well, it'd been plain pathetic if you got killed by a flying cloud of crinkly whatever-it-was. Some type of freaky leaf? She decides not to think about it hard, not that she especially tries to think about anything hard lately other then the stress of an impeding attack that seemed to never come and of course her normal duties stacked on top of making sure Harrierpaw was up to snuff. She watches as it just about swallows Adderpaw and she makes a note in her head that if Harrierpaw wasn't around to see it himself then she'd go share it with him; it was certain to get a laugh out of him. There was nothing funnier then something embarrassing happening to a littermate after all.

Adderpaw was fine, already being checked up on by his sister and she spots the approach of the strange medicine cat of theirs before she hears his words; she can't decide if he's joking or not however. Vulturemask was strange, he'd always been that way to her and she'd always paid him little mind other then the occasional casual insult or quick glare before he'd been thrust into the position of Medicine cat and she'd forgotten he was anything more then just Dandelionwish's unfortunate replacement. She only occasionally sought him out for dressings for her wounds and only sparingly spent time around him in a casual sense. Only when others were involved did they cross paths and she's fine keeping it that way.

She approaches but before a remark can come out of her Gravelsnap makes their own and she looks towards them as if they'd grown another head. ❝Kill it?❞ she'd always believed them to be more on the smarter end of the clanmates near her in age. She laughs ❝It dun' look alive to me fuzzbrain, can't kill somethin' that doesn't have a neck to bite❞ her words are far more softened then if she'd been speaking to someone who truly annoyed her. ​

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[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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All this talk of killing the strange and fluttering menace, but no one is doing anything. Well, Sunflowerpaw has never been one for idle chatter. They'll listen, sure, and they are -- as they stalk this flimsy wind-creature, that is. They'd heard Adderpaw's enraged mew, drawn in by their own curiosity, especially once they set sights upon his attacker.

Even if it wasn't assaulting young apprentices, Sunflowerpaw would have been drawn to this strange object for its novelty. They watch it with fascination first, eyes dilated and tail-tip twitching as they creep awkwardly -- but slowly, oh so slowly -- closer. It doesn't react -- to anything. Not to their approach, not to the gathered cats' conversation, not to Gravelsnap's growling. A point towards not being alive, if Firefang is to be believed.

Doesn't matter whether it lives, this thing is attacking cats in their own camp. Sunflowerpaw will not let that stand. They're nearly upon it now. It's above them, stuck to the bramble wall. Sunflowerpaw lifts up onto their hind paws, lithe limbs giving them reach as they stretch towards the wind-blown maybe-creature. Their good paw moves with a snap of speed as they snag it, let their paw fall hard to the ground in a pin. It feels so weird, all flimsy crinkle-stuff. Fun sound, though; they must begrudgingly concede that point to their newfound enemy. It wraps and writes around there paw but has not the strength to escape.

Sunflowerpaw dips their head, grasps the pinned thing within their teeth and rips, tearing it in two. It does... very little to stop the wind-thing's fluttering movement, now slapping frantically against their muzzle. Well, they've made two of them, one clutched between their teeth and one beneath their paws (and a tiny scrap still left on the gorse wall makes three). Sunflowerpaw looks back to the gathered cats in bewilderment, blinking past the scraps of gray stuff that flicker across their vision, harmlessly attacking the fur on their face.

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IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

⟪ OOC ⟫ ⟪ INFO ⟫ ⟪ REF ⟫

• // sunflower KILL​
• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 5 moons.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  — mild limp.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[SNAILSTRIDE]

Storms were the worst. With WindClan's open moors and tunnels only a select few were privy too, shelter was hard to come by when one was caught out in the bad weather. It was the one time when being forbidden to leave camp was a blessing - at least now they didn't have to worry about the rain when they could just dart into a burrow. It was a mild shock when, instead of the sound of rain splashing against the earth, a kitten's protest wailed out instead. Snailstride turned their head quickly, watching Adderpaw get damn-near eaten by a strange object. White paws carried them closer at their namesake's pace, their ears upright and attentive to the noises their acquaintances were made. Eventually, the mystery assailant seemed to leave Adderpaw and tried to destroy the bramble walls instead - Stars, for not being alive, it was certainly making the decisions their enemies would. The new warrior watched as the grey bag went whirling past him, breaths as calm as the sunrise moors. No other WindClanners seemed to cower at the sight of blood and death, it was with smug satisfaction that they realised it was the unknown that their clan truly feared. It was a shame, how could one hope to learn if they never delved past what was comfortable? At least it put their clanmate's attitudes into perspective.

"Oh, I've seen them before!" The classic tabby recalled, eyes wide with fascination. It seemed their childhood dalliances to the Horseplace were not entirely pointless, after all. With how much time they'd spent watching the horses, memorising their coat patterns, and giving them names, they'd learned a thing or two from the Twolegs around there too. It felt like another victory, being someone in the know when the apprentices were as confused as little kits. A glare to Firefang was offered out of the corner of their eye. 'Didn't think you had a neck to bite either Firefang, seeing how you never stick it out for anybody.'. He kept the comments about the selfish she-cat to himself, instead, letting his attention manifest fully onto the crowd again. "Twolegs put stuff inside them, it's weird, kinda, thought their paws could grab aaaaaaaaaaaaand nevermind you've killed it." Interrupted by the sound of ripping, Snailstride looked toward Sunflower with amused exasperation, their smile growing more authentic."Lecture over, congrats Sunflowerpaw! You vanquished the evil foe and saved the day." It was a sarcastic comment, though not one intended to be hurtful.
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[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw's jerks her head up sharply at Vulturemask's intonation. "Be careful to not let it get your heads... apparently they like to feast upon them." Her already-wide green eyes become rounder with awe. The tunnels have monsters, she'd heard it from Webwhisker, that strange story about the wailing... but it seems the moor runners have their own perils to contend with.

Gravelsnap, even with his fluffed-out pelt, bravely declares they should kill the creature. Firefang does nothing but laugh. She declares that it isn't alive. Bluepaw gives her a puzzled look. "But if it isn't alive, why does it move?" It makes no sense to her. Had it not attacked her brother willingly?

She gasps again at Sunflowerpaw's bravery. A cat her own age has brought the offending cat-eater down, clinging to its wafer-thin skin with what looks like bewilderment. Bluepaw dares to edge closer, her face guarded and hostile. "How do you know so much about Twolegs?" She accuses Snailstride. "How do we know Twolegs didn't send it here to hunt cats down?"​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — He figured that it would nearly be time to head for the abandoned badger den soon; rain was surely on its way. Stars, why was it storming so much recently? Snakepaw hated rain and the way his pelt slicked, the way mud clung to his paws... ugh! He shudders at the thought.

His attention is caught when a stray object catches onto one of Sootstar's spawns, his lips quirking in amusement. It didn't last long, however, as the other reptilian-named apprentice kicks it off of his own head. What a shame.

The twoleg thing is the talk of the camp at the moment, some cats pondering about its purpose with others wanting to get rid of it. Snakepaw glances in Snailstride's direction as they shed some insight on the situation; apparently twolegs purposed them for gathering instead of using their paws or maw. "Huh. I'd say I'm surprised, but he's always been weird in the head after all." He snorts in response to Bluepaw's questioning. Nothing about the newly-named warrior was normal by any means, so the fact that they possessed random knowledge about twolegs didn't really shock him at all.

Snakepaw gave a roll of his eyes at the sheer ignorance of his clanmates; even from a fully-grown cat like Gravelsnap. Did they not possess any brains? "It doesn't have to be alive to move. By that logic, are leaves alive, too?" Leaves obviously weren't living things. No eyes, limbs, or organs. They just blew wherever the wind took them, just like this twoleg object. The strong winds must have carried it from the Horseplace, or possibly beyond.

"I say bury it. It smells funny and we don't need it floating about on our territory." The dark apprentice decides and, after a pause, he adds with a shrug, "... Or we could stick Gravelsnap's head in it and see what happens." It had blown off of Adderpaw's mug, unfortunately, but what would happen if it was left on for longer? Would something happen? Snakepaw was only partly curious but, for the most part, he was simply petty.​

 

[Juniperpaw]

Strong winds claw at Juniperkit's pelt as he toddles toward the older cats, intrigued by all their commotion. He has spent most of the day curled up with Spiderbloom in the nursery, listening to the queens tell spooky stories and avoiding his sisters' needle-sharp teeth. Though he has the patience of a stone facing a rushing river, Juniperkit's tolerance for licking and biting and noisy siblings has far exceeded its limit despite his best efforts to endure it. "What is that?" the kitten asks in a soft voice, standing close to Snakepaw. "It's hissing." The strange creature flaps pathetically in the strong breeze. It isn't scary, but it's unlike anything Juniperkit has ever seen which is, admittedly, not much. He glances up at the dark pelted apprentice to listen to his suggestion. He trusts Snakepaw's judgement, especially after hearing that cool story about the battle. Burying it would make sense. At least it would stop twitching like a snake without its head. Cautiously, curiously, the blue ticked tabby creeps closer to one of the bag-thing scraps and bites it with a satisfying sssk but spits it out quickly once the foul taste touches his tongue. "Yuck!"​

 

[SPARROWBREEZE]

Whether it be a cover of clouds threatening to rain on the moors, or strong gusts to push through in training, or a combination of both, the stormy weather seems never-ending these days. The apprentice is crouched down to brace herself against the impact of another blast of cold air, ears flat against her head.

So long as the dark clouds don't break above and she doesn't have to hide in the depths of WindClan's burrow again, she would be fine, sitting this out. Would be, if it weren't for the sudden shouts from Adderpaw startling her. She leaps to her paws, wide-eyed as she looks over at the apprentice, at the... at the gray thing that attacks the apprentice. Thin and odd-shaped, waving in the wind - Sparrowpaw's never seen anything like it.

And just like her other curious clanmates, they too come to investigate the strange object that has infiltrated their camp.

"What... is it...?" The brown tabby steps a little too close to it just in time to hear Vulturemask's tale - of the object's love of feasting upon cat heads. Sparrowpaw springs back in alarm at that, looking up at the dark-furred medicine cat. "They... They do...?"

She thinks Gravelsnap has the right idea, that they should kill the thing before it can latch on anyone's head, but Firefang is quick to say it's not alive to begin with. But, if that's the case, how can it feast on cat heads? Sparrowpaw doesn't understand how something not alive can eat.

It's Sunflowerpaw that kills the non-living thing - attacks it, rips it in two with quick claws. Yet, it still moves in the wind, still clings to the fur of her clanmates. Hungry, it must be. Perhaps it's not dead yet?

As Juniperkit takes a bite out of one piece of the thin, crinkly object, another shred lifts from its trap within the grass and into the air. Sparrowpaw is quick to strike at it, lifting a paw to catch it with her claws and bring it back down to the ground. She stomps down on the shred, making sure it can't get away.
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