pafp tale of the shadow — talking

[FOGBOUND]

your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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Dreadful atmosphere. Fogbound mused, glancing throughout camp idly, grinning behind a paw at the subtle shift of the tide, ruby hues crinkling in curiosity. Oh, I cannot wait to see how this plays out. Another battle? How exciting. He was shivering in excitement at the endless possibilities. The crazed queen seemed to have finally snapped that she couldn’t have graced everyone with her presence at the gathering. It made him scoff.

Tsk. Fogbound may be crazy, but he wasn’t foolish enough to bow down to her, groveling at her paws like some puppet. He hummed, tapping his claws through the air, chin resting idly against the top of his paw. It all was thrilling to watch, but even he had his limits, annoyance swirling with that unfeathered excitement for violence. He wasn’t heartless, even though he had his morals, but those were so far and few that one couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly mad, even worse than their reigning queen.

He chuckled, grinning devilishly at the thought. How disgusting. His gaze flickered, resting on their deputy with sudden interest. The bulky Maine Coon slithered over, making his presence known with a rumbling hum, settling beside the other with a charismatic grin. “A shame we haven’t talked more, isn’t it?” He hummed, helm tilted with a devilish glint of ruby hues. How shameful, indeed. He wondered how the other felt tsk tsk to be forced to clean up his queen’s mess like a servant. “Mmmm.” He stared at the other with calculative hues. He’ll certainly be testing his luck, won’t he?

“Sootstar truly has gone off the deep end, no?” He whispered, leaning forward with narrowed hues. “Dreadful, isn’t she?” He huffed, curling a tail around massive paws. “I’m sure you’ll agree.” Gone was his mischievous, charismatic charm, tone awfully serious for someone who laughed at dead bodies. I played it well, didn’t I?

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[SUNNVAR]

Dreadful. That is not what Sunstride would call such things. He had avoided Fogbound in some sense of desperation– the way that he spoke of others, to others, put an itch beneath his pelt. It was not a warrior's way of speech. He seemed a predator of the worst sort. A cat that would savor the death of their prey over a swift and merciful kill. That is not to say that he did not think cruelty necessary at times. The warrior knew rage and disdain for another. He knew the desire to tear a tongue or gouge across an eye. He did not know the laughter that Fogbound did. It is good that not many among his clanmates truly do. The presence alone is enough to nearly pull him away. A small startle shifts him a whisker's length away, but he steels himself to anything more.

It could well be surprise that does it, truthfully speaking. Dreadful, isn't she? the tom says, and his eyes widen with surprise and alarm at once. Paws lurch forward, putting himself nose to nose with the large tom. They stand nearly at the same height; certainly not with enough difference to give him pause. "You are a fool to speak like this," he hisses. "You do not know my mind, or any other's. This will give you only trouble." A huff of irritation precludes the sudden pivot of his form, baring his side to Fogbound's gaze. There is far more to risk in this than his own wellbeing.

𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  ╱╱ 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 〚 11.22.2023 〛 —————«

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  SUNSTRIDE. WINDCLAN DEPUTY & MOOR RUNNER.
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, LONERS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING SCORCHPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ LARGE CHOCOLATE ROSETTE TABBY, ICY EYES.

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[slateheart]

-ˋˏ ༻☽༺ ˎˊ- Stationed nearby, resting against the cold breeze, Slatetooth was fully on board with ignoring the idle gaze of Fogbound as he usually did. This was a cat that he had all intentions of avoiding; of all the bee-brained loyalists in this Clan, Fogbound seemed like a special type of crazy - a dangerous type. He knew this cat was searching for someone to speak to - if he sat still enough, maybe it wouldn't be him.

As the large warrior finally seemed to settle his sights on someone else, Slatetooth continued his rest with half-closed eyes as he gazed blurrily into the distance. Besides the apprehension at the possibility of being Fogbound's victim of strange speech and unhinged interrogation, today was.. average. It was out of sight, out of mind. No big deal.

But the hiss of Sunstride caught his attention, and he snapped his gaze over to the golden deputy. Looks like this was Fogbound's victim, and he certainly didn't look pleased. As much as he would have liked to avoid the tom-cat entirely, something about the smug look on Fogbound's face paired with the dismayed one of Sunstride send a prickle of alarm down his spine. "Everything alright over there?" he called out, of course, not able to hear the whispering from Fogbound from the distance.

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  SLATETOOTH ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 17 moons.
  ⭃ a reclusive short-haired black tom with low white and green eyes.
  ⭃ mate to no one. son of lynxtooth x adelaide. brother to gravelsnap and ashpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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