pafp Take me to war ꒷꒦ Interrogation

[Puddlekit..]

She’s been taught to respect warriors, that doesn’t mean that she does it all the time but she can grasp the concept. They defend the clan, hunt for it, they are the ones who keep her fed and safe within camp. Not that she really believes that there’s anything beyond that out there but she’s told that it is. Puddlekit often thinks about the fantastical world beyond the camp boundaries, do the warriors kill? What is out there? Mystical beasts that are whispered to her as she drifts off to sleep. Was it another Clan? She knows that they exist, not that she really cares about them. She often thinks about what it will be like to be an apprentice, she’s thrilled at the prospect.

As far as her little kitten mind was aware she’s ready to be an apprentice, no matter what anyone else says. She is naive but stubborn, every story that she’s heard about apprentices and warriors makes her hungry for more. What is it like to latch her claws against real breathing prey? To feel the mud of the marsh stick to her paws as she runs, the rush of adrenaline as she fights another, what does it mean to fight another? Not all stories are positive, Moltface is grounded in reality when he exchanges tales to the kits, so she is aware that there is also danger out there beyond this mystical world from camp.

She is hard pressed to believe this though, just how dangerous could it be? The gravity of death doesn’t stick to her just yet, she has seen scars that others carry yet she doesn’t understand the pain or grief behind these stories. Puddlekit is determined to figure out today just how dangerous it can be, the victim today is Snowlark. His white pelt is a beacon to her and as such it’s incredibly easy for her to seek him out. “You! You’re a warrior now right?” Of course the answer is yes, it’s rare that she’s ever wrong but she wanted to hear him say it.

“Have you been in danger yet?” Despite her blunt questioning her eyes hold that kit-like wonder and awe in them. She tucks her tail under her as she settles on her haunches, expecting something unspoken. “Have you nearly died? I hear that if something is really dangerous that can happen.” Her questioning becomes closer to interrogation as she scooches closer to him.

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 3 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowlark had witnessed many dangers since he was extremely young. Ones from within the camp walls to the outside, and as he had grown, he became to understand why now more than ever that kits were pushed back a few moons and had to await till they were 6 moons to be able to experience the taste of apprenticeship, and something he wished had been made earlier. Yellow gaze flickered onto the small form of Puddlekit who began her interrogation about if hes ever face danger beyond the wall of camp to asking if he nearly died.

His answer was quick and simple, "I have not, no but I have witness many nearly dying due to their own rat-brained action. " his answer was sharp, but not harsh. He can see the fire in her eyes, one of excitement and curiosity, and a kit who does not realize the weight of the dangers from beyond snd inside of camp. He let a soft sigh out before tucking his paws underneath his body, shaking his fluffy white coat before looking to the other calmly before continuing on.


"There are many reasons we implemented the code to make kits apprentices at 6 moons. I was made an apprentice before this code was even implemented and I wish it had been made sooner. As much as you will feel more freedom, there's always a cost. You witness your clanmates die or get brutally injured and there's nothing you can do. Or you have a traitor in your midst who willingly gives your own kits to another clan" he grimaced remembering watching Smogstar beat up the now long gone Granitepelt as his own way of showing his anger and spite for the tom who had took his children away from the camp's safety and into the jaws of another clan.

"Bloodpaw and Singepaw both almost gotten themselves killed. Gigglepaw almost got taken away from an owl and that happened inside the walls of camp. Everything is dangerous. You just have many who protect you" he said keeping his words soft, but there was a harshness behind his words as he tried to deliever an lesson to a kit who seemed to have the same fire as Singepaw had, one that was so dangerous that he hoped it could be quelled quickly.

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 13 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RAINBOWKIT]

✦ — Rainbowkit watches a few kittens play with a mossball in the clearing of camp and he can't help but flick his attention away clearly uninterested in their antics, he would've joined them if he truly wished. His eyes snag onto something or rather, someone else, and he focuses his attention onto Puddlekit who seems to be asking one of the warriors a few questions. It doesn't take long for the black and white kitten to make his way over as his curiosity gets the best of him, he settles by near Puddlekit but not too close since he didn't want to end up getting her germs or whatever. Snowlark goes off on a tangent about a code, an owl, and some other stuff that Rainbowkit hadn't paid enough attention to knowing that it was a lot of words to process and register so soon into his fresh kit brain. Although, the term rat-brained seemed to be one of the things that he decided to store for later and he blinks his eyes at Snowlark trying to fight off the urge to yawn.

"What's a... owl?" He decides to ask trying his best to process everything but that stood out to him the most given the fact that it was able to lift up an apprentice even if Gigglepaw had been rather young, the small kitten decides that it would be best to find out what dangers Shadowclan's territory held. A headstart.

AM I A TOY TO YOU, MY LOVE? ✦ JUST A THING TO PLAY AND THEN THROW AWAY

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  ✦ a unruly furred black and white tomkit with brown eyes & low white
  ✦ rainbowkit, despite his vibrant name, is anything but he tends to come off as dull or boring to those around him since he's moreso fixed on absorbing any knowledge offered to him. he won't entertain kit games and if he continues to be pressured into playing them, he isn't afraid to swat away his denmates with his six-toed paws and sharp words; all his opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 1 moon old; ages the 8th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; too young to consider love
  ✦ child of snakehiss and maggotfur
  ✦ brother to ivorykit and cornflowerkit
  ✦ semi-hard to befriend due to how stiff/standoffish he is ; stubborn/will pick fights if he sees necessary
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Gigglepaw]

Gigglepaw appears at Snowlark's side as soon as he speaks her name, as though summoned by the white tom's words. She's a bit disappointed that the topic of conversation is one that isn't very joyful, but she knows - a little better than anyone, as Snowlark explains - how important it is for the kits, young though they were, to learn of the dangers that could lurk in the shadows of the Clan. Or, in Gigglepaw's case, the dangers that lurked in the sky above.

"It's a giant bird," Gigglepaw interrupts when Rainbowkit asks what an owl is. Gigglepaw knows she's far from being an owl expert in any way, but it was her experience that Snowlark had brought up, so she feels it okay to explain. "It happened when I was still a kit, like you. I was just parading around camp, and then- RAH! This huge bird came down and tried to get me!" She unsheathes her claws for dramatic effect, and continues. "But luckily, Chilledstar was there to save me. They got hurt real bad, though..." Gigglepaw trails off, frowning as she recalls how the late leader had lost their eye to the owl.

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, six moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[BATCHASER]

Large dark ears perks forward at the tall-tale sign of kitten questioning, pausing in cleaning his fur. He turns his head over a shoulder to watch through curls as Snowlark answers little Puddlekit's questions on danger. The tall tom witnessed calamity after... calamity that befallen Shadowclan as of late. He's honestly glad that the new rule of having kits be pushed back to six moons to await to be properly apprenticed. Heterochromic gaze falls on other cats piping up in the duo's conversation, might as well join in the normal chatter.

Rising upon pale - splashed paws, he stretched his jaws open in a yawn with a slow lash of his whiplike tail. He languidly drifts to his chattery clanmates, carefully dodging out the way of tumbling kits playing with a wayward mossball. Batchaser slides himself next to Gigglepaw with a tilt of his head and a quirk of a smile upon his split - colored maw. Ear twitching at Snowlark's ramble on about the code, he settles himself onto his haunches as listens to the mini lesson. His muzzle scrunches up in distaste at the traitor part. He is glad that Grantiepelt is long gone. He is silent as he listens to the conversation (as per usual).

"Hm. Agreed... You have to keep your ears open for any danger. Everything is plenty dangerous around here in the marsh, if you don't listen carefully." He speaks with a tired tilt in his voice. Birds lurked in the sky as well as the predators that hide and hunt on land. Ah.. The owl attack. He turns his attention to Gigglepaw, ears swiveling towards the apprentice's voice as she explains what an owl is to Rainbowkit. Now, that he thinks about it, he had heard of an owl appearing in camp. Trying to snag Gigglekit at the time, before the late leader Chilledstar came and saved her. Losing an eye in the process. Poor them. Batchaser lets out a good-natured snort at the dramatic effect the lilac chimera did while continuing on with her story.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ ₊⁺ 𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 & 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑷 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮

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• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms.
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 35 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[SCREECHSTORM]

✧ . Hardly does Screechstorm want to listen in on the conversation set before him, but dark ears find themselves an unfortunate audience to the interrogation as he takes a moment’s rest to eat. It’s a question that arises from an all too curious kitten, one still free from harm’s way evidently, he realizes at the familiar glint of wonder in Puddlekit’s eyes.

The tom can’t help but snort at the look the kit gives Snowlark upon waiting for an answer before he takes another bite. Of course, he’s no stranger to risk, no stranger to kit-like wonder at a warrior’s tales. Screechstorm was just the same, is just the same. Only, he has to answer for his curiosities, his mischief, his lack of care, his — well, everything, he supposes — for the rest of time. It is because of Screechstorm that his sister shares similar wounds. It is because of Screechstorm that his brother lies dead in ShadowClan’s graveyard.

Chewing tunes out the bulk of the younger warrior’s answer, or, Screechstorm tries to make it so, tries to block out what he inevitably will have to hear of. Unfortunate, isn’t it, the mention of that which almost killed him too? The mention of his fallen mentor, soon after? Scarred wounds burn at his sides, and suddenly, as the sound of flapping wings ring in his ears and more join in on the conversation, he’s not so hungry anymore.

“ You don’t wanna be near one of those. Trust me, ” he cuts in, his words sharp - perhaps sharper than intended, a warning that sounds as if Briarthorn had spoken for him. For a moment, he finds himself surprised, as a mismatched gaze looks to the youngest conversation members, to the fellow owl attack survivor, to his fellow warriors, and then back to Puddlekit and Rainbowkit.

“ You shouldn’t be wishing for danger anyway, ” he mutters, a dismissive wave of his tail toward the conversation following before another bite of his meal is taken.​

✦ ABOUT

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  SCREECHSTORM ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of ShadowClan.
  ✧ . A black/red tabby chimera tom with mismatched green eyes.
  ✧ . Forestshade x Vulturemask
  ✧ . Mentored by Chilledstar
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Puddlekit's question is... kittenish, she guesses. Begging for a cool, grand tale of a warrior that nearly escaped the jaws of death... um, or something. Unfortunately, Snowlark eagerly plods down the path of realism instead. Sharpshadow had never intended to join the conversation, but suddenly feels the need to exclaim, " Good StarClan, Snowlark. Let them live a little, huh? " He balks, frowning at Puddlekit and Rainbowkit both. Not like Sharpshadow wanted to coddle them, or anything... No, that'd only get them killed, but was there any reason to get that detailed with it? She sure doesn't think so.

She glances at Screechstorm and Batchaser. Gigglepaw was... Gigglepaw, but neither of these guys had a problem with it either? Was she crazy? " S-sounded like Puddlekit was just asking, to me, " in reply to Screechstorm, she'd say. He's momentarily bug-eyed upon him. The sparse glimmers of mismatched fur... It kind of feels like a swing to the face, every time she remembers Forestshade has entire adult children. What were they talking about, again? " She's too smart to wish for something like that, isn't she...? " Appealing to a literal kit's ego; is that what she was doing?

" ...I hope you don't think think anything you find outside is gonna take you down, Puddlekit. " If Sharpshadow's honest... he thinks that... but he was telling the truth when he said he didn't want Puddlekit to. If he could do anything about it, he'd do something so that Puddlekit wouldn't have to fear. So that none of them would have to fear.

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[Puddlekit..]

Similar to Rainbowkit the most important thing Puddlekit stores away from the explanation Snowlark gives is rat-brained. Still, she tucks limbs under her round body, full from the luxuries that the nursery can offer. He is willing to answer to her interrogation even if these aren't the ideal answers, far from it in fact. Her youthful face scrunches as if she tasted bad prey, she didn't really understand the extent of what the white tom was explaining. The pictures he painted felt similar in strokes of movement to stories that she's heard from her papa in the nursery, the dangers of the outside have been laid out plainly before. She thought it sounded a lot more boring when this warrior told it in comparison to the queen. She tilts her head in curioisty at the callback to Granitepelt's misdeeds, events happening long before she was even a concept in her parents minds, long before she was anywhere near ShadowClan or rather Carrionplace. It felt fantastical but she knew that it wasn't.

Gigglepaw's story about the owl was a lot more entrancing to listen to in comparison to the fates of Bloodpaw and Singepaw. She thought it was cool that someone from Snowlark's explanation was here to elaborate on their experience...well cool isn't the right word. Interesting? "Did the owl die?" Puddlekit could only assume so, death or rather near death seemed to follow the clan like well a shadow would. Her little tail puffs up defensively as more warriors come to weigh in at the conversation at hand, if she wanted their stories she would have asked them. But it was important to at least appear that she was welcoming, if she squandered her chances here with being too rude then maybe she couldn't badger them for stories later on. Batchaser mentions keeping ears open to signs of danger, Puddlekit's really good at that! She listens all the time, that was more interesting than actual play sometimes.

"I'm not!" She can't help but squeak in protest to Screechstorm, didn't he know that one has to say 'I wish' for something to be wished for? She's not a mind reader, nor is she old enough to know why the warrior seems so bitter about kit wonder towards the things that she doesn't understand. Unfortunately it doesn't cause her to heed any warnings but it does cause her to bristle towards the chimera and add him to the steadily growing list of warriors that she doesn't like.

In comparison she decides that she likes Sharpshadow a lot! "Yeah! I was just asking" she flicked her tail in satisfaction at being given a way to form some kind of excuse now that this wasn't going the way she wanted it to go. The appeal to her ego is a successful one, though her mind is tempermental and is subject to very quick change she had decided that he is her favourite warrior now. Not only that, favourite lead warrior too. She hopes that Puddlekit doesn't think anything that she'll find will take her down, truthfully in her youthful arrogance shs didn't really understand the concept of fear.

"I don't! I will be... Smarter then any rat-brain" she doesn't consider how insensitive this may be to anyone who had a brush with death. Instead she was eager to use the new word she had absorbed, even more eager to show that she wasn't just some starry eyed kit who was going to run head first into the first thing that could spill blood. "Thank you" she half grumbles to Snowlark, the catalyst for this story to even begin with "Everything is dangerous" she parrots back to him with a nod, even if the explanation was a little boring she wanted to at least show that she was listening.

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 3 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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