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[NETTLEPAW ♡]

Forestshade was stuck in camp- that was the good thing about having a medicine cat mother. The gossip often snaked its way over to you about which cats were on patrols, and which ones couldn't be. It had to be dreadfully boring, surely... stuck in this place with nothing to think about except how much you wished you weren't in camp. The majority of Nettlepaw's own childhood had been spent sat around asking about what the world was like outside of camp, some way to whisk his mind away to an imaginary place that felt larger than this.

For a warrior... well, it was probably horribly bothersome. He'd been hunting, and scoped around the camp for someone to bother; and Forestshade had ended up that victim. Well- really, what he wanted to do was cheer her up. Or just distract her from her reality for a bit.

"Good day... so, stuck here..." he murmured, greeting her cheerfully but not loudly. "What do you do for fun?" Part of him was genuinely curious, his question-asking streak not having faded fully. Ulterior motives crouched beneath the words, though... namely, he was hoping the warrior might end up giving him a few ideas. Moss-ball got quite boring, quite quickly.

\ @FORESTSHADE !!​

penned by pin ♡​

 

[FORESTSHADE]

Forestshade lazes about in the sunniest part of camp, which, notably, isn’t very sunny. This is ShadowClan, after all. Her blind eyes flick open at the sound of a voice, who she quickly recognizes as Nettlepaw, one of Starlingheart’s brood. She sort of knew her litter well enough; they’d been kits with her own. The patched tabby lifts her head and faces the general direction of the apprentice, gaze half-lidded with weariness. “Hey, kid,” She greets before her jaws part in huge yawn.

His question causes her to tilt her head, eyes squinting a bit with thought. “Sleeping is really fun,” She offers with an amused huff, sticking a leg out to stretch it luxuriously. She then tosses her shoulders in a quick shrug and props herself up properly on her forelegs. “But, honestly, it sucks in here,” She finally answers rather bluntly, tone lighthearted despite it. She’s a traveler at heart who wants to roam, which she made quite obvious as a queen who refused to stay bogged down in the nursery. As an injured warrior who physically can’t leave…she is not thriving.​

 

[SHARPSHADOW]

He's glad he hadn't seen it, the painful drag of thorns sinking into Forestshade's pads. Just the bloody afterimage was frankly enough for her, somehow worse than seeing the harshest of battle wounds. Maybe because it was that much easier to picture happening to himself. Brambles were everywhere. Pads were pliant.

Sharpshadow isn't sure she's seen Nettlepaw do anything worthwhile in his entire life, but of course, it's not like she spent every waking moment seeing what Nettlepaw was up to, or anything. Sharpshadow only really approaches because he's already there, asking Forestshade what she ought to do for fun. Fun was for those who already contributed plenty and could afford to slack off— A face like Smogmaw's comes to mind, and it makes her cringe. Both cats present did not fall under this category. ...All three of them did not. Sharpshadow's frown is deep.

And for some reason, she finds herself asking some random question. Something stupid and aimless, like cats that weren't him had done while they were all milling about the mountains. Like the idiocy Smogmaw pitched into thin air near - daily. " If you could be doing anything right now, what would you be doing, then? " His voice lacks the warmth usually carried with such pointless hypotheticals, but is isn't hostile either. He remains straight faced, and a glance to any cat around him would betray that Forestshade isn't the only one allowed to answer, he supposes.

with myself i must play in this game of charades ( ♱ ) cause there's no one to speak to

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• ( OF THE THINGS I'VE GOT IN MY BRAIN ) SHARPSHADOW: Formerly mentored by Smogmaw
  ♱ he / she , no pref , dislikes gender neutral language ; fine with gendered terms
  ♱ currently 17 moons old as of 11.12.23 / ages every 8th
  
  

  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 chimera halves. Burdened with a broken tail, often lying dead behind her in the dirt.

  
  Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharpshadow has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others. —scraping together some higher purpose— making somewhat of an effort to be " likeable "
  heavy ic opinions! he's irrational and mean </3

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

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

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"what would i be doing? if i could do absolutely anything? anything at all? i think i would be talking to my mom. i knows she's dead and everything but you know, her advice was quite literally the best a cat could ask for. if I could do anything."

chilledstar joins the little group, offering a dip of their head, though their stoic face doesn't change. they're exhausted, and they sometimes wished they were stuck in camp. just to rest. to be forced to not worry, though their mind wouldn't let them. they truly– and they did mean truly– needed a break. all of shadowclan did, to be quite honest.

"don't go chewing your fur off in all that boredom, kid. just enjoy the rest while you can. leafbare is coming and we need all the best hunters we can get."

a compliment. they might have called her the best hunter in the clan, but they didn't want to give her too big of an ego.
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[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ Singekit can absolutely attest - being stuck in camp SUCKED! Especially lately, when all the chatter was about missing kits and suspicious enemy clans - Singekit wanted to run around looking for evidence too! He wanted to join the search, the interrogations! Sure he was small, but he had the strongest bite, he was certain of it! He could defend his clan better than anyone! Why'd he have to wait so many moons to prove that!?
The kitten would glare at the gathering of cats from his place by the nursery, doing his best to hide the fact that his ears weren't straining to catch every word. When Chilledstar makes their appearance, Singekit takes their chance and makes a beeline for the group, fiery tail ablaze as he runs.

"Then let me be an apprentice early!" he chimes in, uncouth and apathetic to that fact. Skidding to a halt before the older felines, Singekit beams confidently at his leader, announcing, "If I could do anything outside of camp, I'd probably find Halfkit and Tumblekit super quick!" The kitten, still chubby and soft with youth, bounces around the group, shadow-boxing the air with clumsy swipes to show off his amazing talent for combat, "Ill chase down whoever or whatever took them and defeat them myself! With a swipe-" he bats at the air "and a bite-!" he snaps his teeth at nothing, "and a super powerful- POUNCE!" he leaps and aims to grab Frostshade's tail, kicking at it with his hind legs should he succeed. Panting through tortoiseshell fur, Singekit glares daggers at his leader, asking, "why do we have to stay in camp anyway? It's been foreeeever already!"

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 11/12/23

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  GENERAL:
  ⚙ Singekit
  ⚙ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ⚙ 1 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚙ NPCx NPC (brother to Swallowkit)
  ⚙ Shadowclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚙ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ⚙ Attack in bold ruddy
  ⚙ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: None currently
  

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[FORESTSHADE]

Forestshade’s ears twitch as another set of pawsteps approaches, Sharpshadow’s scent announcing her arrival. She listens to his question with pursed lips, feeling her heart ache with the desire to walk out of camp. Chilledstar - stars, she hadn’t heard them approach! - answers with a response far deeper and more meaningful than her own. She ponders it for a moment before smirking, letting her eyes roll when her former mentor compliments her. “Yeah, yeah…well I’d go on a nice, long hunt. If I could do anything right now.” She huffs and waves a bitter-smelling paw around, wrapped in a disgusting poultice.

Forestshade can’t help but smile in mild amusement as Singekit scampers about, boasting about how skilled of an apprentice they’d be. With that attitude, she believes it. But suddenly she feels teeth in her tail, paws rabbit-kicking the appendage and she hisses her disdain, reaching her good paw around to swat at the kit. “Hey!” Her claws are sheathed, of course, but she’s not above a good scolding smack to teach some manners.​