pafp VENI 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 dual-joining

[bramble]

The snow fell in flurries, brown paws lightly crunching through the snow as the owner walked on, a semblance of a destination in mind. Frosted air exhaled in a swirl past ivory fangs as the unruly furred femme scented the air, ears flicked forward at minor rustling. With a singular ear twitching, the young girl looked over her shoulder at the smaller, raven-hued figure following her tail. "Come on, we're almost there, I promise." She said lightly, turning forward again to keep moving. Other loners spoke often, mostly of the groups of cats hidden within forests with a lifestyle all their own. The concept was fascinating, and one the young femme thought would be best to join. They had been walking so long, their paw pads growing numb far before the snowfall's coldness settled in. A new home would be ideal, and it was closely within reach. Deep blue hues stared out across the snow-covered marsh. Her eyes narrowed in thought, trying to locate the end of the territory. For the moment, they had been walking along the edge of the monster's path, keeping out of the way of the thundering creatures. Feeling a press at her flank, she turned back to the smaller feline, leaning forward to give him a small nip of acknowledgment on the ear. "The edge of the territory should be around here I think." She admitted softly, continuing to scan the territory as she let her younger brother press into her fur. "If anything, we could keep walking or wait here if you'd rather do that, 'kay Shadow?" She offered, continuing to observe their surroundings as she waited for the young tom's answer.

// please wait for @SHADOU! ​

[ Carpe Diem ]​

 

[Deleted member 2385]

you are a little soul carrying around a corpse .
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He couldn’t remember when his paws became numb, sending wracks of chills down his sides, aggravating old wounds that felt too tight beneath his black pelt. It was odd, but not odd enough that it wasn’t something familiar to the young brute, placing one paw in front of the other. Will we freeze? He blinked sluggishly, amber hues shifting to watch his sister’s tail just whisker length from his wrinkled nose. Would it be painful? Shadou was already numb, unable to feel his calloused pads that shuffled along, pressing into the bitter snow that nipped and clawed its way up his forelimbs to seep into the slow thump of his heart.

Barely dragging himself out of his morbid curiosity, Shadou remained silent save for the subtle twitch of his ears telling her that he heard. Almost there? He wondered if they’d die before getting there. Wouldn’t that be bittersweet? To have hope and die before they reached it. He frowned. No. He didn’t want his sister to die, not out here, not when she said they’d have a home, but he was doubtful. He’d only destroy it. Shadou was good at that.

Bramble had overheard of things that made no sense, but he followed her willingly. It wasn’t as if he had anything else to do but hunt and stare into nothingness until his sister ushered him along like some broken-down puppet. He breathed, watching it cloud around his muzzle. Pretty. He thought absently.

He barely acknowledged the rumbling snarl of monsters coming by, deadpan hues staring ahead without a twitch. It seemed he was on autopilot, unable to stop the subtle bump of his helm to her flank in reassurance that she was there and not something his mind conjured up. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened—seeing someone that wasn’t there. “Okay.” He whispered, barely heard over the loud rumble of metal beasts, leaning into the affectionate nip to his ear with a breath of relief.

Shadou hummed, glancing at their surroundings idly, tail flickering to curl around his flank. “Stay.” He voiced, tone deadpan, peering over at Bramble’s form with a slow blink of his hues. What was the point of going further? He still couldn’t believe it was real. He never was much for hope or anything. He breathed, mangled ears falling flat against his helm in bitter annoyance, shuffling forward until he stood beside the other. ​

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] The flurry of snow swirling around her, a yawn slipping from her maw as she followed close to Scorchedmoon, her paws cold from the mush and mud, and it would seem from the looks of it, the others on patrol had a tired look in their eyes as well, even if they tried to hide it. Humming she hadn't paid attention to her mentor stopping and bumped into him. By the scent that breached her nose they had come to the border and two strangers seemed to loom over on the side.

Confusion flicked into her gaze before she was quick to shuffle and stand next to Scorchedmoon, hackles slowly rising on her back. Albeit the two being near in age by the looks of thing, she did not detect the scent of any bordering clan on them. "Scorchedmoon, who are they? And why do they smell funny?" she spoke softly towards the other, glancing around at the others in the patrol to see if they too had the same reaction as she did.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You've wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 4 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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Mentor tag @Scorchedmoon !!

 

[ROOSTERSTRUT]

With presumably @DEERPAW in tow, the tabby warrior peered forth at the unfamiliar forms waiting near the Thunderpath. An uneasy feeling stirred in Roosterstrut's gut, the nerves along his spine tickling. While he did not sense an immediate hostile presence from the felines, he knew not to be too careful.

He led his apprentice forth near the other members of the patrol, signaling with his tail to keep vigilant and stay by his side. "This is ShadowClan territory. What's your business here?" Roosterstrut's voice held firm, taking on a more serious persona when addressing the strangers. He was not typically unkind to loners and passersby, but after the incident with the rogues, Roosterstrut felt that ShadowClan could not be more cautious. They could not afford any territory troubles, especially now that leafbare was here.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧

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  ✰ ROOSTERSTRUT
  —— he/him; warrior of shadowclan
  —— heteroflexible; single
  —— red tabby tom with long hair and pale green eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[DEERPAW -]

StarClan above, their borders were popular this moon. It seemed that Smogmaw's kits coming home had heralded a new era for ShadowClan, allowing joiners left and right to bolster their ranks ... or something like that. Skunktail's sons might have been a special case. But, either way, Deerpaw dutifully follows their mentor close to the border. Snowpaw and Scorchedmoon are there too, but Roosterstrut squares his shoulders and challenges the two strangers. Quiet, they take note of his demeanour: firm, authoritative, prepared. The very model of a ShadowClan warrior. Deerpaw tries to mirror that physically, setting their paws slightly apart and affixing a distant frown to their muzzle.​

 

[Scorchedmoon]

Scorchedmoon was out with Snowpaw as per usual (who else would he be with if not his apprentice), when two unfamiliar faces ran into the patrol the two of them were on. He’s not one to suspect cats right off the bat, but he became weary as soon as the smell of Twolegplace hit his nostrils. Were they rogues that were looking for revenge? It’s not like they ever took over ShadowClan though, so that probably isn’t it. “They’re loners from outside our territory, that’s what you’re smelling. But yeah, who are you guys? If you’re here for a fight…” He lets the sentence hang, body tensing. The last thing he wants right now is for Snowpaw to already have to learn what combat is really like.​

 

[bramble]

It didn't take as long as she expected for them to be found. Blue hues focused on the four that joined them, and she shifted slightly to press close to her brother before answering the questions aimed at them. "We aren't here for a fight." She explained, flicking an ear as she smiled slightly. "We... We were hoping to join your... Shadowclan, that's what you called it, right?" She had a small burst of amusement, the group they had found shared a name with her brother. How ironic. "It's not the most opportune time, given it's early into snowfall. But..." She trailed off, contemplating the words to use next. "We would like a more permanent home than moving from place to place, especially during this season. If you would be open to accepting us." She explained their intention, peering down at Shadou as the young tom remained silent before focusing her gaze on the group. ​

[ Carpe Diem ]​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

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

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they don't understand why young cats always seem to end up here of all cats. it's not like there is much here. there's hardly any food, and they're barely scraping by as it is. leafbare isn't kind to them, and it wasn't any kinder to young cats that were without clans either.

"you wish to join. you seem... young. where is your parents? any family? groups you've been with? if there's no one, how long have you been alone and most importantly, do you know how to hunt?"

being able to fight could wait. it could be taught. they needed hunters, and if these cats couldn't provide... they just don't know what they'd do.

// you can assume they will accept them because they're young enough not to be turned away !!!
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