pafp WAITING FOR YOU [ prey-sharing ]

[rivewhisper]

The ash had started to be washed away- but with it came other enemies. Ones that made it hard to hunt without vision cast over her shoulder, ones that made her acutely aware of every step and crack of the moor. Despite this heightened awareness, Rivewhisper had managed to catch not one, but two rabbits, her paws slightly sore from the extra exercise today as she padded back into camp. A soft sigh left her as she deposited both on the pile. She picked up one for herself, stomach rumbling as her vision found Mouseflight.

Padding over, Rivewhisper settled down near him, speaking after the rabbit was settled between them. "Wanna share a rabbit with me?" She questioned, and if he agreed, then she tore into the rabbit herself, finding a haunch of meat for herself before letting him find a few bites. She swallowed, and spoke next, "Can't believe the Sootstar loyalists are still trying. Its got me... spooked, out on the moors." Rivewhisper murmured, her eyes downcast on the piece of meat she took for herself.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

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  // please wait for @Mouseflight
  

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Mouseflight]

Mouseflight had never been one to talk a lot with other clanmates. He kept to himself, preferred to do things solo if possible, and the main cats he spoke to when speaking to anyone were the tunnelers. There were a small pawful of exceptions of course - everyone had their exceptions - but still, he did not speak to many, and especially not the spawn of Sunstar and Wolfsong. By the time they'd been born the tunneler was already so focused on becoming a warrior, was getting ready to head out into the mountains, and had decided that they weren't worth the time by the time he got back that they hadn't ever properly interacted so it was a surprise when Riverwhisper had decided to come to him to try and share one of the rabbits that had been caught.

Everyone else had eaten that needed to do so, this small victory of enough prey for others to eat before the warriors did so silent he'd nod his head and settle down more once Riverwhisper decided to do so as well. She takes her own beginning portion of the meal before speaking of the loyalists and it is silent for a moment while he tears into his own piece before speaking between chews. "They're stupid, the lot of them. Hopefully now that they've been ran out with more than a couple wounds they learn to stay away." The rabbit gets passed back over to the moor-runner before ears flicked in thought. "At this rate they'll all die from infections or something if they keep picking fights instead of just going off to find their own place to live. We outnumber them, outsmart them... they're coming here during the gathering just proves that to me." A long way of saying they had nothing to worry about but still a way of saying it.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ amab - he/him - 20 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Cricketcry]

𓆧 Cricketcry was sitting in camp, harshly grooming debris that was stuck between his paw pads by lapping at dried mud furiously and then with a spat, discarding the remains from his maw. He was decently fed, as he had found himself with an appetite today and devoured a well portioned lizard just moments ago. He was in rather positive spirits– an unfortunately uncommon thing for himself– and it was obvious by the way he had not secluded himself into a shadowy part of the clearing, choosing rather to settle in a patch of warm sunshine away from the outskirts. The compact feline was now satisfied with his state of cleanliness and gazed downwards at his forepaws now, realizing for one of the first times that no matter how much he would groom them, they would remain stained. He frowned, but recovered quickly from this little pity with a shrug. Cricketcry then realizes that by his surprise, two clanmates were sitting rather closer to him than what he was used to– sure, a little more than a cat-length away, but all the same. He round eyes travel from his forepaws to gaze upon Rivewhisper, a she-cat he does not know well and Mouseflight, a tunneler he was quite familiar with through their shared job. Well, as familiar as Cricketcry would get to anyone– they were acquaintances, at most. He straightens up and kind of sits there stupidly, eavesdropping on the conversation they have between mouthfuls of hare. He is unsure if a.) he would be seen as an idiot for staying there and perhaps be caught listening, b.) get up and leave… Rude! Or c.) say hello… Cricketcry blinks heavily, extremely caught between all the possibilities and outcomes. He elects to just remain there, listening with great interest to their conversation about the loyalists, preparing for the chances of being noticed. But either way, he would listen with an open ear, always interested in the opinions his clanmates had of the current situation with the remaining loyalists.

WHITE NOISE ~ WHAT AN AWFUL SOUND ~

• ken_Unot
  
• CRICKETCRY —— Tunneler of Windclan 𓆧
  𓆧 AMAB / he/they / 28 ☾
  𓆧 petite, reclusive, timid, loves bugs, ((wip))

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[dimmingsun]

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Dimmingsun is decisively not having nearly as much of a good day hunting as Rivewhisper. The abrupt lack of vision on his left side proves to be more of a challenge than he initially thought; it's disorienting and makes him dizzy when he tries to squint too much, but he can't help narrowing his one remaining eye in focus. What else will haunt him? His lungs don't scream at him when he takes too deep of a breath anymore, but his recovery from that feels like yesterday's problem.

This would not go away. StarClan has yet to bless any battling cat by giving them something they've lost.

At least he has something to show for his troubles — just a measly mouse that sprinted out from the safety of ThunderClan's forest, enough to sate maybe a tooth or two, but it is food nevertheless. Sunstar's suggestions and Bluepool's demise in response had warned them all of impending hunger... WindClan must make do with whatever they get.

Unlike Cricketchirp, Dimmingsun does not hesitate; he invites himself over to the pair, dramatically flopping beside them and kicking up a cloud of dust in the process. "And I thought I held grudges for too long," he mutters between bites. His humor is finally returning, slowly but surely. It is as much of a necessity for him as preparing for the worst: Sootstar loyalists might have had the element of surprise, but that's just because nobody deemed them dumb enough to try again. Any lingering affection Dimmingsun had in the past is long gone — they are no former Clanmates anymore but bugs to be squashed, oddly resilient but easy to conquer.
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[slateheart]

Slateheart's day had not been spent hunting, but seeing through the more menial camp duties. Reinforcing the gorse walls that were broken here and there from the raid, refreshing nests, and bringing wet moss to the injured. While they needed all the food they could get, they equally needed to treat their injured (his littermate above them) and ensure their camp was safe and sound. He'd make up for the hunting tonight, he thinks. Sleep has never been easy for the tom anyway.

A small gathering is created in the forms of one of their younger warriors and two of the more seasoned, but unlike his friend Dimmingsun, Slateheart is not so quick to join in the chattering. Try as he might to be socially successful, he still has his days of laying low and keeping to himself, such as today. A nice company is found in Cricketcry, whom he settles just close enough to say 'hey, I noticed you, but we don't have to chat'. He had always gravitated towards cats like himself, and today was such a day that the quiet company is welcome.

He begins to stretch out to groom himself, but a small frown tugs at his lips as a pink tongue draws across black fur. 'Sootstar loyalists' was a nice way to put it. Slateheart viewed them as mere hounds, ravenous and obedient to the hand that feeds. Dimmingsun mentions grudges, and Slateheart thinks of his father, Lynxtooth. Would he be in DuskClan now, vying for revenge on his coward son, if he were still alive? How many times would they meet in battle personally before there the kins' blood was spilt for the final time? A sour expression befalls Slateheart as he thinks of his late father, and he returns to his grooming, keeping a listening ear on the conversation nearby but otherwise minding his own business.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to BEEPAW | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♡ | generally healthy, but experiencing shortness of breath.
  
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[Cricketcry]

𓆧 The timid tortoiseshell’s eyes follow Dimmingsun’s approach and as the tom cat settles. Cricketcry listens intently on, now not minding if the three felines notice his presence. He soaks up any opinions he can on the Sootstar loyalists, curious to know if his counterparts are seriously concerned. Cricketcry hardly ventures very deep into the territory, unless told otherwise he only goes from the camp to the tunnels, but he can imagine how the Moor-runners may feel on edge near the outskirts of their territory, where every pawstep may be watched by loyalists, lingering just lengths beyond the border… Cricketcry perks up, hearing the shift of sand besides him, and then shrugs away some tenseness caused by his line of thinking. He turns his head to glance at who may be approaching and lays his mossy gaze upon Slateheart settling a tail length away. Cricketcry gives a polite nod towards the dark feline but quickly pulls his gaze away and back towards the discussion at paw.

WHITE NOISE ~ WHAT AN AWFUL SOUND ~

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• CRICKETCRY —— Tunneler of Windclan 𓆧
  𓆧 AMAB / he/they / 28 ☾
  𓆧 petite, reclusive, timid, loves bugs, ((wip))

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[Paleface.]

〔★〕Paleface had joined them for their prey sharing early on in the conversation but had kept quiet for the most part, other than the casual agreeance and a nod. There was a pigeon in his grasp and he took a juicy bite, rolling it around in his mouth to savor the taste before swallowing it. He was a Windclanner, through and through, born and raised. He was made for the moors with his long legs and sleek fur with the brown tones and pale blue eyes. He was meant for it, and he didn't care who lead the clan nor who was in it. The clan was family. The clan was everything. "I think they should up and find somewhere else to stay. Our moors are not their home anymore, I don't care what kind of loyalties they might share with each other." He gave a small hmph at the end of it.

He takes another bite of his pigeon, nodding at the other's that had joined him before waiting on some others to talk.

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy ( a rider without its dragon is dead ) //

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• PALEFACE —— warrior (moorrunner) of windclan . npc x npc . littermate to 2 others ★ penned by helly
  ★ cis male / he/him / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ★ single / bisexual & monoflexible / open to romance
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat notes here / battle notes
  
  ★ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ★ biography — msg on discord for plots (hellycinth) — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired black tabby/chocolate tabby chimera with low white and blue eyes no scarring.

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[rivewhisper]

It wasn't only Mouseflight that was attracted, but a pawful of warriors alike that had suffered through both civil war, and now, the attacks on their clan. The transgressions against their leader and home. Her ears twitched as she shifted her vision to Mouseflight in specific, focusing on him first. Her ears perked gently, and she nodded in response. "You're right. I didn't even think about the infections bit- they don't have a healer." Rivewhisper said, taking a piece of meat out of their shared rabbit.

She chewed thoughtfully. Cricketcry has joined them, but only to listen, and Rivewhisper flicks her tail in greeting. Downysun does have something to say, so she glances towards the older warrior. A snort left her at the dramatic flopping, dust settling on her flank- not like she super minded- and she swallowed her bite of meat. His statement was one of amusement, and Rivewhisper's grin barely spread before she was responding to that sentiment. "I might not lose the grudge I've been holding. They want to kill my father? Fine. We'll see how far they really make it next time." Rivewhisper declared, flexing claws into the soft earth of camp before relaxing once more.

The other cats listen- Slateheart has an ear in listening as well, not that she minded. They weren't exactly swapping secrets. Her eyes shifted towards Paleface, and she snorted again in amusement, rolling her head to stretch her neck before she answered. "They remain bitter and hyper-focused. They'll all be dead if they don't go find somewhere else to live." She said as means of agreement, only moments later focusing her gaze on Mouseflight once more. "Seems we're all in agreeance, then." Rivewhisper said, as if there was any doubt of that.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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