STORM TELLER // bad weather

[LIVIDSMOKE]

Lividpaw had alongside some of his other clanmates to be assign to clean the tunnel by the thunderpath. Apperantly it had got filled with unecessery debris during one of the bad weathers they had been having. So it needed to be cleaned so it would be easier to move through. Lividpaw had been saying out here for quite sometime as he throw out sticks and unkown twoleg objects from the tunnel when the weather outside was getting worse. For just a short while ago the weather had been fine but that had quickly changed. A strong powerful wind had been brought in over the marshland making the tree swing lividly on the outside. When the patrol had caught up on the worsen weather and had been about to leave to escape back to camp the sky opend itself and sleet started to pour down from the sky. " We cant go back right now...i think we're stuck here." One of the warriors said and with a defeated sign the patrol agreed on that they had to wait the storm out at least until it's had calmed down enough so they could safely return back to camp.

Lividpaw would follow the rest as he took a seat inside of the tunnel glad that at least they had sheltered above their heads and not being stuck in some crowded burrow to share space with his clanmates. As he started to groom himself to clean his fur from the dirt and mud the silence in the tunnel which had been appreciated from his part was not shared with all of them. " Hey so, how about we share some stories while we're stuck here?. You know, to get the time to pass faster?. Anyone wanna share something?." The warrior asked as they looked out over the crowd. Lividpaw contunied to groom himself in wait to see if anyone would take up this offer. He for sure wouldn't having nothing to really share. Not that he wanted to talked about anyway.

Spoiler: PROMPT

Leaf-bare has caused debris to fill up in the thunderpath tunnels. Sticks, leaves, branches and broken pieces of foliage form large clumps that would make navigation through them difficult. You and some others are tasked with clearing out this debris, but a sudden burst of nasty weather means you'll have to take shelter! How do you pass the time with one another as you wait out the storm?

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[FERNDANCE]

Cleaning duty seemed to be a favourite to send Ferndance on, but, after having to take care of four messy kittens for moons, a few shiny rocks and sodden moss were nothing to her. The rain tip-tapped overheard with a vigor that left a thrum in the former Lead's ears, its volume promised that she would be spending quite some time underground until it cleared. Her mind briefly trailed to her kittens, and within the dank of the tunnel, Ferndance forced herself to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth - they would be fine, Needledrift was there in case anything happened. Stories provided a distraction from the butterflies in her belly, she was unknowingly grateful for the suggestion from the young apprentice, who was offered a coy smile by the Warrior. "What happens if the tunnel fills with water....?" She tilted her head as if she did not know before a deadpanned answer emerged from her parted maw. "We all drown." That would make this little cleanup exercise pointless, wouldn't it?

Luckily, such a scenario seemed unlikely. She settled upon her haunches, ready to accept the river of rain should it break through into their hiding place. "Before you were born... we lived here, for a time," she changed the subject as if death had not been immediately on her mind. Surrounded by dingy walls, kept awake by the crowing of monsters above, relying on ThunderClan charity to survive; it had not been the best situation for ShadowClan, and the cinnamon tabby was grateful she had avoided it for a time (even if being in isolation had resulted in a fight with a WindClanner, among other things). "A bear had invaded our camp, began tearing things up... mainly dens, and Chilledstar... it really didn't like Chilledstar." The bear and her had a lot in common, except, she wasn't too keen on mauling the black-and-white leader moreso than simply keeping her distance from them; severed trust took more than time to heal. Blinking slowly, the emerald-eyed she-cat tried to think of more details, but in the presence of clanmates who had been there, she was less bold to fabricate. "We had to wait for it to move on... and eventually it did, but we had to stay in here for a good moon... ThunderClan was very surprised... and very upset with me... I told them about the Starkiller, and I think they thought it was me."

Starkiller - now that was a name she doubted Lividpaw knew, unless he had been listening to his elder's stories.

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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was their death by a bear a joke now? a little tale to be told? it's hard to tell with ferndance's usually lack of seriousness in her tone. the leader didn't exactly appreciate being spoke of as if they weren't around, but they'd let it slide. the bear didn't like chilledstar, she says. such an astute observation from the former queen. with a flick of their tail, they propped their chin on their paw, boredom beginning to set in. being stuck around other cats wasn't exactly what they thought they'd be doing this day, but sure. they can tell a story. maybe two, if time permits.

"the bear did not like anyone."

poppypaw died by the bear too. though they suppose she wouldn't have, if granitepelt had been a paranoid freak. still, the bear mauled her. killed her as it killed them. differences were that she was pushed and she did not get to come back. they simply saved needledrift, died, and had to come back. they don't like thinking about it but unluckily, ferndance had to bring it up. maybe, nowadays, she found amusement in their deaths. they don't know that– nor would they ever.

"did anyone ever tell you about the story of the burnt sycamore?"
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[► Sleepyfawn.]

NEGATIVE THOUGHTS GO ON THE LEFT
AND THE HAPPY THINGS ON THE RIGHT ​

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sleepyfawn & 16 moons & demi-boy & he/they & shadowclan warrior ​

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" There was... a fire-? I think, " comes tired drawl - mismatched eyes blinking in chilledstars direction. Despite the sudden turn in weather, the boy seems content to wait it out - stick figure frame hunched awkwardly within the confines of the tunnels as he presses soaked fur against whoever's nearest him. Sleepyfawn had - like most of shadowclan - been around for the chaos the bears had strewn. Seeing the lumbering creatures snap up prey and clanmates alike had been utterly terrifying. But he'd been to young to remember the fire that had spread through the territory, only learning of it much later through elder stories and the occasional murmuring - he'd not even been alive during briarstars reign. He thinks she'd died here - somewhere overhead, in the jaws of monsters. He won't mention that though, it's still a... touchy subject.

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Crowded into the tunnels again... Ah, what an awful memory. The stench of filth, the nightmares of beasts lurking within her dreams... "You find yourself lucky you were spared seeing the bear, Lividpaw... A terrible thing. A monster..." There's an airiness to her words, despite the heavy topic. Still, she feels a bit of relief when the topic shifts, seeming to perk up at the mention of a story she's not heard before.

"A fire...?" She knows of them, of course. Yet when Swanpaw tries to picture one, what comes to mind is Singepaw, Flamingmoth... Cats draped in shades of red, those colored in its image. A shadow on the wall of a cave, distant as a dream. "Mm, that one I missed too... I've heard... They're beautiful, if deadly..." Glowing shades of crimson and amber, reaching towards the sky... Yet devastating, if the state of the sycamore is anything to go by. The lightness is present in her tone here too, seemingly unbothered by the grim subjects.

‎‎┌── I WANNA BE HAUNTED ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ I WANNA BE LOVED ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  SWANPAW ☁︎ she / they, apprentice of shadowclan, eleven moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ 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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[EERIENIGHT]

Eerienight isn’t happy to be back here. Even though the patrol’s return to the concrete tunnels isn’t under dire emergencies, an urgent need to escape danger in the marshes, the tall tom would rather not be here, trapped once more.

What’s meant to be a mission to clear debris is only a sheer reminder of void-furred beasts like him, of sudden silence in the wake of a too loud, too loud, too loud apprentice’s demise — solidified by the clicks of his nails against the gray terrain beneath him, the urge to pace and the feeling he’s left something behind. The warrior seeks to clean his part of the tunnel quickly, to rid it of sweeping debris so he can leave before he’s in here too long, but the weather has different plans.

Roaring wind whistles through stony confines, a wash of rain surges outside. They’re stuck here, he knows. They’re trapped once again. He moves, limbs seeking out the repetitive motion of pacing back and forth to fill his time as others talk amongst themselves — it’s only when he hears Chilledstar’s voice does he slow, does he settle beside them.

The Burnt Sycamore’s origins isn’t one he’d been part of, he’s certain, though memories of his youth have always been blurred. There’d been a fire, someone mentions, and Eerienight blinks. “ It burned the sycamore, “ he slowly fills in the blank, for that must be the case. It only makes sense, for fire to burn what’s in its path, to feed never-ending hunger. A beast, such flames must be.​

✦ ABOUT

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  ??? ‣ EERIEKIT ‣ EERIEPAW ‣ EERIENIGHT
  ── Warrior of ShadowClan
  
  ── ??? x ???
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A spindly black tom with unblinking, dark brown eyes.
  ── Mentored by Spectermask
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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