the webs from all the spiders [open]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

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Finding cobwebs.

It was a relatively tame request considering the orders he was used to following in the past, and while scouring a soaking wet territory for the last of the dry, non-frozen cobwebs was certainly a lot less live-threatening and anxiety inducing than fighting dogs or raiding enemy groups, he couldn't say he preferred it. It wasn't terrible. His mind was occupied and he knew that the cobwebs were used to help heal the warriors injuries, so there was at least that much going for it.

It wasn't snowing, which was good because Ghost had been laying the cobwebs out across his back to keep them from wadding together into a useless mess and he didn't need them getting covered in snow and accidentally thrown off the next time he went to shake his pelt. He was already focusing hard enough on not doing that exact thing, and he didn't need snow to add to the temptation to shake the things clinging to his back, off.

He'd already scoured the tallest clumbs of grass and whatever rock clusters he could find over at the rockpile, and he'd managed to find a couple good ones that he was hoping Dandelionwish would approve of. In fact, the large tabby had been on his way back to camp to give the medic his things when he'd passed by the old badger set. The place looked as if it hadn't been in use for a while, no pawsteps in the snow leading up to it, and so the tom had ventured inside with a cautious sniff.

The air was cold and stale with dirt and snow, confirming there was nothing lurking inside, but the entrance wasn't exactly huge and he was a broad shouldered cat with long legs. While he could probably get in there, he'd definitely risk knocking the webs he was carrying off into the dirt, which was counter-productive at best.

@Nutsprout ooc- feel free to post before them :D​

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rogue - male - 25 months - single - a very tall, muscular tabby with dark gray fur and white markings. heavily scarred with dark amber eyes

 

[MALLOWLARK]

Shadow with a snowy face, a figure loomed against the pale winter sky- charcoal-striped, investigation in his eyes a copper storm. Intent thrummed around him like a haunting spirit over his shoulder, and oh- such a sight Mallowlark could not ignore. Before he had a chance to get close, though, the other had slunk into the arms of a badger set! Humoured- and hiding it ill with the leaping laughter that leaked from his grin- Mallowlark's domino-hued frame doddered on over, his tar-dipped paws pacing an unpredictable path toward the sight, and what a sight it was!

The spectre-faced tom hovered by the entrance, and behind him drew a grinning horror with silver eyes set saucer-wide. Nary a blink flinched his expression, even as his head tilted a little to the side. "You're gonna go in?" Sure, the badgers were gone- any idiot could tell- but he'd probably get his rump stuck in there if he even tried! Or- hm, maybe not, maybe, maybe not. Either way he betted it wold be quite entertaining. A giggle fringed with a tiny wheeze flooded from him just imagining it. "Good luck!" Fortune offered, jovial as could be... he almost wanted to egg him on. ​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

The blue smoke is standing idly at the scene, watching and observing with a blank expression as her clan-mates attempted to harvest cobwebs for their medicine cat. The badgerset dens might be a good bet, now that it was cold the only webs you were going to find are likely hidden away.

At the giggle of the white-tom cat she looks at him, unamused, "Maybe you should squeeze in there and help. You lived around here, didn't you?" A tilt of her head, the rising of an invisible brow. "Certainly you'd know of some good cobweb spots during leaf-bare... where do the spiders scurry off to?" Maybe the dolt could be useful intellectually for once. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 32 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. romantically interested in Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to windpaw & sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to sootpaw & coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[HEAVY SNOW]

Heavy Snow is not a fan of the way some of his clanmates speak to Mallow. Does not like the looks they shoot his way, does not appreciate the things they say when they think no one is listening. But Mallowlark seems to not mind and thus he keeps his mouth shut. Better to fly under the dark leaders radar. They had all seen what happened to cats who betrayed her and he would not risk being exiled, being separated from his family.

“They certainly aren’t hanging out inside dens” he mutters as he approaches the small group, putting himself between Sootstar and Mallowlark. She would not be forcing him to go inside the badger set, abandoned or not, not while he was there. “Usually they like to hang out just inside piles of rocks or under leaves, this time of year, at least.” He observes. “But if Ghoststrike wants to venture into a badgers den, abandoned or not he’s more than welcome” he says with a huff of laughter. ​

 

[mothmeadow]

Moth is full of curiosity as she approaches, sending a mrrow of laughter towards Mallow's way. Peculiar tom, she watches Soot stare at him, but he wasn't bad. If he had broken out in to full laughter than perhaps she woulda guffawed right there with him. Heavy Snow jokes about Ghost shouldering himself in there, the badgers den, and now she can't help but genuinely laugh. "Mighty brave there, Ghosty!" she smirks, eyes alight with amusement. Personally she would have not taken the chance, badgers are fiercely protective creatures, and like Heavy Snow said it could be abandoned, but why take that chance?

As brave as she is, she doesn't like to hang around the badgers set.

"I can help." as she calms she flicks her feathered tail, eyes flitting between those present. Leaf-bare was never fun, her first one had been full of grief and despair with her mother passing nearly two months after little Katya had popped out. Oh well, it was Soots clan and she'd be damned if she didn't help prevent the fate of death at least a little bit! "We can tackle that badger together, yea?"​

"speech"​

 

[Nutsprout]

❖ There was a roll of sage green eyes as a lilac tabby stood by Sootstar, watching Ghoststrike as he gathered cobwebs up with surpisingly gentle paws. They had been brought along just cause they went every where together for the most part now. Nutsprout barely had any time to just be by himself anymore and enjoy that of the new home in Windclan. Ghoststrike made sure he kept up the solider way from the Coalition in waking up at the crack of dawn and on the move until the sun set beyond the mountains. "Bravely stupid if you ask me," Nutsprout responded back to Mothmeadow though there was a smirk playing across his lilac-furred muzzle.

Nutsprout adored Mothmeadow, she was always so chipper and more friendly than Ghoststrike was. Then again Ghoststrike came from a whole different background compared to the molly, and he wouldn't say that himself was anymore friendly. He hadn't gotten to talk to the others in the clan much and spent a lot of time hunting or patroling, sometimes fighting if Ghoststrike was up for it or simply declared that was what they were doing that day. ​

The young tomcat then lifted his head up to call after the grey tabby form of Ghoststrike, "Thinkin' the only badger in there if Ghost," Wanting to make sure the tomcat heard him and gave a laugh shortly there after. Nutsprout had made it his personal mission to mess with the warrior as much as possible. It was just too fun, he was always so serious and took everything literally. Though sometimes there was the surprise of a laugh or banter from Ghoststrike, but that was a rarity at best.
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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

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The sound of footsteps crunching through the snow was quick to draw Ghosts attention, the large tomcat glancing over his shoulder to find Mallowlark heading toward him. The cat was wearing one of his infamous grins, teeth bore to the cold winter air in a cheshire smile that Ghost wasn't sure weather to find unnerving or amusing.

"Your gonna go in? Good luck!"

" Was considering it. he replied truthfully. Finding spiders had never been high up on his list of duties back in the coalition, so a hole in the ground seemed as reasonable a place to find them as any other. Realistically though, he probably wouldn't have risked losing the webs strategically draped across his back just to hope the tunnels might have one or two more. Let a smaller cat go in and check if it was that important.

It appeared that the Windclan cats enjoyed moving in groups though, because it wasn't just the ever-grinning Mallow that slipped from the tall grass to join them.

Sootstar came next, a shecat he had little to no opinion on despite her being the clans leader. It had become clear shortly after joining that the reason she'd sought out the rogues was to offset the tension that lived between her and her existing warriors, many of which apparently saw the molly as some sort of devil in cats clothing.

Fools, the lot of them.

Ghost had seen devils and demons before, and if the old Windclanners couldn't stomach Sootstar then they wouldn't have lasted a week in the Coalition. Food in their bellys, fair distribution of resources, medical care, social freedom. He and Nineteen could have definitely ended up in worse places, and if Ghost was going to be forced back into serving another cat then Sootstar wasn't the worst. Maybe not the best, but Ghost had long since excepted that no cat with power was free from corruption- you just had to pick the lesser evil and learn to live with your choices.

She's unamused as she speaks to Mallowlark, and with her come others; Heavysnow and Mothmeadow, Nutsprout making his way over to stand among them.

Such casual interactions were still new to Ghost, particularly between the higher ups and the regular warriors. He was used to avoiding or being avoided by his peers outside of work, and having orders barked at him from his superiors, so to see them all mixing like this in such a laid back setting was.. odd.

"But if Ghoststrike wants to venture into a badgers den, abandoned or not he's more than welcome"

"If there's no webs down there I'm not wasiting my time." he replied, gaze shifting away from white tomcat to rest on Mothmeadow as he heard her speak.

The look he set on her was far from amused with the nickname 'Ghosty', something partway between deadpan and cold, and he mentally cursed Nut for ever muttering the nickname in the first place. Now Mothmeadow was using it too, and if he heard one more person call him that then he might have to start skinning cats to do some damage control.

He wasn't here to make friends.

She offers to help, and on the heels of her words Nutsprout was quick to tack on a comment. Cheeky bastard.

"There's no badger in there, but if you want to cram yourself down a hole looking for cobwebs, be my guest. Nut will go with you, he's small." he replied, looking at the lilac tom pointedly as he called them out on their size while simultaneously offering up the other ex-coalition cat to drag themselves through the dirt and dark.

Sootstar may have been their leader, the final word so to speak, but among Ghost, Nineteen, and Nut there was a secondary heirarchy that had carried over from their last home as well. And if Ghost gave an order to the bobtail and he refused it, they both knew there'd be consequences for it later. Maybe Ghost would start waking them up for training with a bucket of icy water. Twoleg place was close- he could get his paws on one easily enough. A perk of being an ex-city cat.
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rogue - male - 25 months - single - a very tall, muscular tabby with dark gray fur and white markings. heavily scarred with dark amber eyes