private STRANDED WISH [ ♱ ] FIGFEATHER

[SHARPSHADOW]

Figfeather is amongst those who would be returning home. Something about what her heart says, when the fact of the matter is that Stormpaw was no clanmate of theirs, and said clanmates may meet horrible fates of their own were they to spare even a moment ( And the fact of the matter for Sharppaw, being that she simply wants to be home. ) The talk between Figfeather and Magpiepaw had been one dully acknowledged. Of course, Sharppaw saw, when she would've rather looked anywhere but at Stormpaw, and when she would rather have Magpiepaw been anywhere else.

The both of them had been so different. Magpiepaw; from the strange, garbage kitten ShadowClan had found some moons ago. And Figfeather, from the sniveling mess the others had not see, but Sharppaw had glimpsed clearly in the pitch - darkness.

" You were so sad before, " Sharppaw suddenly observes with a twinge. Tensing of her muscles; twitch of the lip. Sharppaw has felt what Figfeather had felt that day, before. He does not think he got over it quite so quickly. A trait of SkyClan, or a trait of someone weak? Sharppaw figures a constant melancholy bodes between than the flickering and subsequent smothering of emotion. Perhaps that is how Chilledstar and Smogmaw got away with all that they did. They were consistently infuriating.

Sharppaw doesn't really care, but he supposes that he wanted to talk. " What changed? "

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• ooc: @FIGFEATHER !
  

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• ( IS THAT NOT BRAVE ENOUGH FOR YOU? ) SHARPPAW: Mentored by Smogmaw
  —— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
  —— currently 15 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
  
  a dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between her chimera fur. Burdened with a broken tail. Recently, she has realized it can still function, though she has wholly believed in its utter uselessness for so long that it cannot without great effort. Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  — Obsessed with the perceived 'game' within ShadowClan, the rules of which she is unaware of. Striving to be someone more likeable due to this.
  heavy ic opinions! he sucks.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather blinks in surprise to find Sharppaw at her side. The shadow-pelted tom notes that she had been so scared before, she looks at him confused- swiftly she blinks in realization. ”Oh- yeah.” She stammers, lost for words. She fails to meet eye contact with her and appears almost embarrassed as she continues to pad forth.

’What changed?’ Now she glances behind to face him. ”Well… I suppose finding hope again. Remembering what I’m here for, and who I’m fighting to return to.” Her mind floods with the thoughts of all sorts of cats and when she twitches her nose she swears she can pick up the sweet scent of Fantastream. ”I think… thats really it.” And a whole lot of acting, but that she would not reveal. StarClan knew she was scared out of her pelt a majority of this journey, but she stayed strong for not only SkyClan, but all the clans.

A bit awkwardly, she looks to Sharppaw for her response. Be it a slight nod or even further questioning. ​

♡ INFO BATTLE

• >> so sry I swore I replied to this
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SHARPSHADOW]

The look Sharppaw gives her is too - intense before the golden tabby even turns to look— a silent dare, maybe. Ignore me; and like she never had before, Sharppaw feels the urge to be utterly annoying if the warrior were to do so. She stutters a reply, and Sharppaw looks on. Looks on, until she says more.

It's what they all say. Another one she can mark off the list. ThunderClan, WindClan, SkyClan... and she wonders if even Sootstar's tiny army ( not for it's size, but for the cats who served within it ) would sing the very same songs of purpose and blah blah blah.

And, what other answer was there supposed to be really? Sharppaw finds himself irrationally annoyed. ( Distantly, he registers that he may indeed be the odd one out ) And for this, Sharppaw asks why it must be so, why there's nothing else, nothing else in these heads besides what they are supposed to. Annoying. Sharppaw does not express his distate through word, though his eyes narrow in a way that is clearly telling. Unamused and unimpressed. " Wow. " Sharppaw meets her gaze with silver eyes before they're flickering to and fro. His pawpads itch. " Who? " He doesn't care. " A mate? Kits? They must be great if they, you know... " Sharppaw is not sure what or why he insinuates. It's refreshing, just to run his mouth.

ooc ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ look, see, isn't it interesting? no, you're not even listening...

• ooc: nws at all!! :)
  

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• ( IS THAT NOT BRAVE ENOUGH FOR YOU? ) SHARPPAW: Mentored by Smogmaw
  —— he / she , no pref , icked by they prns ; fine with gendered terms ( tom, molly, etc... )
  —— currently 15 moons old. warrior ceremony delayed due to lackluster progress.
  
  a dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between her chimera fur. Burdened with a broken tail. Recently, she has realized it can still function, though she has wholly believed in its utter uselessness for so long that it cannot without great effort. Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharppaw has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  — Obsessed with the perceived 'game' within ShadowClan, the rules of which she is unaware of. Striving to be someone more likeable due to this.
  heavy ic opinions! he sucks.

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