tough luck, kiddo [open/rta]

[Rushpaw]

LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG! ​

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If it was possible, the marsh was even wetter and colder than it had been when Rushpaw and his brother had first joined. To be honest, the bobtail wasn't sure what he preferred more- the slush and mud, or the piles of snow and iced over ground. Neither was particularly foreign to him seeing as the city he'd come from could be much the same this time of year; covered in slush-filled puddles or sheets of ice and snow. The only difference was that out here there was a fair bit more mud to go along with things, which meant that Rushpaw was returning to camp with muddy paws. He didn't mind it all that much, but it did leave him wondering if it was better than simply slipping on ice every now and then.

Oh well. At least he was finally able to run in the mornings again.

The young tomcat may not technically hold the title of 'soldier' now that he wasn't living with the Coalition anymore, but it was still all he and his brother had known since the day they were born, and lifestyles weren't easily changed- especially when you weren't actively trying. Rush didn't see a problem with it. Who cared if he liked to run in the mornings and keep up with his training still? What did it matter if he enjoyed following orders and and returning home at the end of the day with sore muscles from a day of hard work? Rush was a fighter, a protector, and that wasn't going to change just because he was living in Shadowclan.

He had left at dawn to stretch his legs and wake himself up, ignoring the hunger that clawed at his belly as he fell into a comfortable jog. He was gone for maybe thirty minutes before returning, the sun slowly raising in the sky to cast a dim light across the earth signalling another winters day. Who knows, maybe they'd get lucky and see a little sun today. It had been out enough to melt off the majority of the snow left by the blizzard, so it wasn't entirely wishful thinking.

Blue eyes almost immediately sought the camp clearing for the familiar pelt of his brother, Mousepaw. Occasionally the other would accompany him on his morning runs, but today they'd opted to sleep in instead, leaving the blue-ticked tabby to wonder if they'd been kept up late by a nightmare Rushpaw hadn't caught.

"Anyone want to try and get some hunting done? Maybe with this thaw we can finally catch ourself a break, yeah?" he called, hoping to inspire at least one or two cats and maybe draw out his elusive sibling as well.​

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shadowclan - male - 11 months - homosexual - single -
a short, stocky blue-ticked tabby with blue eyes, a bobbed tail, and a spikey tuft of fur atop his head

 

[VULTURESHRIEK]

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"I'll go, 'm not on dawn patrol or nothin' today." He wasn't exactly an early riser like Rushpaw, but he's also not about to let an apprentice go out without a warrior. It just didn't sit right with them to sit by and hope someone else had common sense. Besides, it couldn't hurt to see just how mucky the territory had gotten in the wake of the thaw.

"If no one else tries t'take control of things, I'll leave it t'ya to decide where we're headed. Yer around warrior age now 's only fair." The chimera pulls out of their stretch and pads over, reaching out to ruffle the fur on the apprentice's head. Old habits, they never really left you if you never let them, Rush had that right. But where his habits were that of a soldier in a new regiment, hers was the remnants of a family that no longer existed. ​

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  VULTURE - VULTURESHRIEK
  25 moons, intersex [uses any and all pronouns, does not mind gendered terms, falls under NB umbrella but doesn't think about it much]
  A tall, all limbs, black smoke and braided tabby chimera with long fur and a distinct ruff of white fur around their neck
  Vultureshriek is always willing to speak their mind, even if they're not sure if the words are right they have to get them out. Born and raised within the marsh colony, she has a distinct loyalty to Shadowclan and those within it despite consistently getting into trouble in her youth. Nowadays he does everything within reasonable and legal bounds, just to prevent accidents from happening as much as possible while still having fun.
  Considered bad luck by some of Shadowclan because they were present in some way for every family member's death
  Speaks in #9e0000
  
  pixel header by thispoisonedone on DA​

 

[hitch]

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  ── Rosemire thinks a hunting patrol might be a bit optimistic, but the alternative would be never searching at all. Maybe they'll get lucky and find a particularly hardy frog, eh? Tired as he is, he might as well lend an extra pair of eyes to the effort, though he's far from anyone's idea of a lucky charm. Besides, in the warmer moons, when the sun's out brighter and longer, he'll struggle to leave on many outings without his sensitive skin suffering for it, even with the dense foliage. He almost misses the snow because at least he had some semblance of camoflage.
  
  "Hopefully that break tastes better than muddy rat," he says to Rushpaw cheerily, watching as the apprentice's fur falls under Vultureshriek's attention. Such casual affection. He hasn't seen much of it lately. "Anyway, I will also defer to your elderly wisdom." A crooked grin crinkles the corners of his pale eyes.
  

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• ──── surr'oseal'isme (rosemire; formerly roseal). he/him. reluctantly shadowclan.
  ──── approximately thirty-eight months old; not entirely certain of his own age.
  ──── single & uninterested in any romantic attachments; possibly open for flings.
  ──── tall, scarred albino w/ sharply-peaked ears and a bobbed, scruffy tail (voice).
  ──── ─── currently noticeably thin and haggard. ribs and spine are pronounced.​
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[Ravenwatcher.]

So I walk alone down the darkest roads​

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The cheerful call of the apprentice and two other approaching, the young warrior let out a soft sigh before slipping onto her paws, black ears twitching as she made her approach, dark blue gaze with a look of boredom before she sighed and settle herself down. The talk of a hunting patrol, hoping for a break with the thaw of snow and slush. Perhaps they were being a bit too hopeful but nonetheless it wasn't an unwelcomed thing. "I might as well come too, extra eyes" she said smoothly. Her gaze flickering away from the others, not a fan of helping out really unless she was told to but, the extra paws would fair well in this weather, perhaps increase their chances as well.​

"speak""Thoughts"​

 

[Mousepaw]

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Not too far behind that of Rushpaw was a small, less significant shadow of a cat. Greene yes watching the silver tabby cat for a moment before turning their attention to the cats who opted for his idea of a hunting patrol. Mousepaw flicked their dual toned tail back and forth as they stood beside their brother. This whole clan thing was rather new and interesting to say the least. It seemed like everything was so much more relaxed, even in a difficult time like lead bare, and they weren't sure how to feel about it. While it was nice to not have to be so active anymore, they felt rather useless for the most part.

There was no mile runs, waking up at the crack of dawn and so forth. Mousepaw didn't follow their brother this morning about the run, choosing to stay in the warm den for a while longer, and now he was jsut standing beside him. The other never seemed to the leave the silver tabbys side no matter what circumstances there might be. Rushpaw was Mousepaws only friend, all that he had left in the world, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

"You can always count me in," They answered their siblings question about going out for a hunt and they puffed up their chest a little bit in excitement for a good hunt/

Speech
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[Starlingheart]

Starlingheart, like many of her clanmates, is also glad for the break in the weather. Maybe once the frost is gone she'll be able to find more herbs to add to her stock. Not only that but perhaps this patrol going out would be able to find something to fill the clan's bellies. Anything would be better than the nothing that currently occupied the fresh kill pile. She watches with bright green eyes as cats gather for a patrol and she can't help the selfish desire that arises at the thought of them bringing her back something.

"Pe-perhaps perhaps I c-could come with" she offers quietly as she pads over to them, tail flicking steadily behind her as if to a beat only she can hear "I c-could I could use a g-good opportunity to-to look for uh for herbs" She wasn't good at hunting prey but herbs were something that she had gotten pretty proficient at finding, even if she doesn't quite know the use of some of them. Perhaps they would come in handy some day soon.
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