private WE FALL APART &. shrike

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

they don't know why they even agreed to this. its not like they wanted to be around shrike. they're annoying. loud. and obnoxiously present. they don't really like it. and yet when they're constantly being pestered to take them on a hunt, they eventually give in even if they're not exactly happy about it. they haven't gotten used to their loss of eye. they're probably supposed to be taking it easy but it was just a superficial wound for the most part, aside from their eye being gone. the bleeding didn't last very long and with a bit of pain relief they're fine. the swelling went down fairly fast and now... well now they're left trying to figure out how to properly navigate. they don't want to embarrass themself.

"come on, I don't have all day."

they don't, but they didn't need to be mean. they think they're just returning the favor of shrike having pestered them for a good portion of their morning.

———————---***i try to live in black and white***———————---​

but i'm so blue✧ i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 46 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[shriketalon]

It was an adjustment to see Chilledstar without both of their eyes, an adjustment that Shrike hadn’t been able to commit to yet. They didn’t seem bothered by it, so why should they? Their half sibling was the one who had lost the damned thing and yet they carried on without another care in the world. Well, probably too much care in the world, even their younger half sibling could pick up on the fact that things were just… well off with them sometimes. Shrike doesn’t enjoy the fact that they care about an injury that wasn’t their own, it opens an old wound everytime they realise that there wasn’t just a cold contempt held towards them.

It goes unaddressed, what are they supposed to do? Ask how they’re doing? That’s not Shrikes job, that’s for kinder cats like Ripplestream or for those who are closer to the ShadowClan leader like Duckshimmer. Still, something needed to be done about that pesky ache they felt, that pang of guilt that they knew reasonably shouldn’t be there. They cling to what they know, asking to hunt. Hunting was easy, when they didn’t know how to connect to Jagged they would beg to hunt, the same was extended to the rest of their family. Though they knew Chilledstar wouldn’t be thrilled to hear about that, they keep it to themself.

It actually worked too, the relentless pestering paid off. They were in such a good mood that being a menace had paid off that they even chose to ignore the tone that their half sibling had regarded them with. “You’re the slow one here, I bet you can’t even keep up!” With that taunt they perked up and bolted towards the camp’s entrance. Despite the fact that they were treating this like a race, the annoying voice in the back of their mind that kept them in line with the rules (that unsurprisingly sounded like the half sibling that they had been pestering) reminded them that they need an escort before leaving. So they skid to a halt as a whisker brushed just beyond that invisible boundary, waiting for Chilledstar before continuing their waltz out of the camp.

“What do you think will be out today? Does being hot change what’s out here?” The question is genuine, they never paid attention to what was in abundance whenever they hunted as a loner. As a shadowclanner though, they supposed they needed to actually pay attention to that. Their midnight tail twitched in the air as they crouched low to the ground, trying to catch a scent of anything or hear the sound of wildlife skittering around them in the marsh.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Black sheep ⤜ Come home ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  OOC.
  
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• Shrike│Bio
  ⤜ They / Them, Loner , 28 moons {ages on the 1st},
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes.
  ✧ Jagged x NPC
  ✧ Speech, #ad744a, thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

"tch... childish."

they decidedly are not going to be goaded into racing. they pick up their pace but not enough to even be considered racing. they're not. and they refused to let shrike get under their skin enough to play such kit games. they're a grown cat. they would not be tricked into such tomfoolery by their half-sibling, who's done nothing but bother the fuck out of them. with a huff, they eventually catch up to them, blinking slowly at their question. ah, a real question. no silly comments. no snarky remarks or not so funny jokes? hmph.

"don't know. and yes. the weather changes a lot. we live in a place that is not always kind to us. always changing. hardly livable in the leafbare. but when that sun shines, and the weather is hotter, more prey comes out. not hiding from the cold. some prey is completely gone in the cold. now come on. let's find something."

———————---***i try to live in black and white***———————---​

but i'm so blue✧ i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 47 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[shriketalon]

“Oh so it won’t suck as much to hunt now?” they asked with a lopsided grin, it had been frustratingly quiet on the few hunts that Nectarsong had taken them on. They liked to brag about being a decent hunter and to be honest they blamed the marsh for embarrassing them, so they were pretty ecstatic over the idea of that coming to a close. There was a concern that maybe they had lost their touch though, they guessed that could be another reason for bothering Chilledstar to venture out with them like this.

“You could just say no to coming out here with me y’know” There was a beat of silence before Shrike added “I would still annoy you until you did it though!” They had pride in pestering their siblings, wearing it like they imagined how the warriors here must wear their titles. As much as they disliked Chilledstar sometimes they were still classified as a half sibling, this was them trying to dislike the leader less. That came with the territory for Shrike to start being more mischievous then they already were, much to the disdain of their older half sibling.

They had started to get better at identifying what prey was around here, right now they were pretty certain that there was a scent of a lizard nearby. Crouching down they approached the partition of the tall marshland grass, lunging forward in an attempt to capture the reptile. Unfortunately, they were still used to the slower prey of newleaf, this lizard seemed alert to their presence, it was probably because of their exclamations earlier. The creature scurried out of their grasp and ran further into the marshland, Shrike’s tail lashed like a whip to punctuate how annoyed they were at this outcome.

“Whatever, there’s other prey out there” they mutter to themself with a frown, how embarrassing. Maybe they were a little rusty after all. They turned their head to look at their half sibling, hoping that they hadn’t seen that blunder but also to assess what they were doing.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Black sheep ⤜ Come home ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  OOC. I rolled an 8 </3 Shrikes no good very bad hunt
  
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• Shrike│Bio
  ⤜ They / Them, Loner , 27 moons {ages on the 1st},
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes.
  ✧ Jagged x NPC
  ✧ Speech, #ad744a, thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

"right. if I tell you know, like you said, you will just annoy me. would rather not have to listen to that more than I have to."

they twitch their ears and they slow down. they for a bit just wanna watch what shrike can do. they have taught them some stuff, but what has nectarsong? their father? their mother? whoever taught them to hunt. they watch, seemingly unamused as they fumble and miss. hm. they were right. there was other prey. but it wasn't always like that.

"use the shadows more. conceal yourself and always hunt downwind. and keep your voice low if you absolutely must talk. otherwise, try and keep quiet. the prey will hear you coming before you even see it."

they mutter lowly. damn them for wanting to be a good teacher, even with cats as annoying as shrike.

"you will get the next one. but remember. there may not be a next one any other time."

they turn their attention back to the sound of something nearby. hmph. they crouch almost instinctively, very light and quiet as they move. they barely make any indications of what they're doing before they leap and quickly snap the neck of the frog that they managed to catch. they held it in their jaws. however... the scent of something else catches their nose. rot. filth. trespassing.

"shrike. get behind me right now."

autopilot. they're fully going on autopilot as they watch a rogue slither from the other side of the border right into shadowclan territory.

"you're trespassing. one more step and I will rip your throat out myself."

———————---***i try to live in black and white***———————---​

but i'm so blue✧ i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 47 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[shriketalon]

Against their better judgement they can feel their tail flick in frustration at their siblings words, it was less the advice and more the fact that Shrike had managed to fuck this up so spectacularly that they felt the need to advise. With a huff they nod at Chilledstar’s advice, did they really talk that much? They must have felt the need to comment on it. Their sulking ceases immediately as there's a lacing of praise in there, crouching down they once again look for prey. Eager to prove themself and showcase what hunting prowess they have when it’s not on a bad day. Chilledstar crouches too and they find that more interesting than what they wanted to do, paws tensing in anticipation as they move without a sound. So silent that even they didn’t realise what they were doing, that was until they snapped the neck of the frog laying none the wiser.

With a nose twitch they stand up proper, squinting at the ShadowClan leader at their command. Fur bristling as hazel eyes land on the rogue who stepped into their territory- their territory? Yeah, their territory. This rogue was unfamiliar to Shrike, this was not someone who they saw lingering around the groups that they frequented. As they stared they noticed the way the rogue's eyes never left the frog trapped between the ironclad jaws of their half-sibling, the way a serpentine-like tongue runs over sharp fangs.

Shrike was no fool, they could see where this was going to go. Bracing themself they decide to disobey their leaders orders and refuse to get behind them. The rogue lunges forward as Shrike does, a claw is a whiskers length away from Chilledstar’s neck as Shrike charges towards the rogue’s side, slamming their shoulder against their flank to bowl them over. The ex-rogue topples over with them in an attempt to keep the brown cat pinned, teeth glinting as they snarl in warning. “Leave, now.” They hiss in warning, the rogue from underneath them takes that sliver of an opening Shrike gives them as their positioning is off. The wind is knocked out of them as they kick the black cat’s stomach, reeling from it the stumble back as the rogue lunges forward, teeth grazing flesh as they bite at their right ear.

There’s a gasp in pain and they dig claws into the brown cats shoulders to shove them away, twisting their claws into flesh to rip a section of fur and flesh out as they retract. Sanguine red liquid pools and trickles down from the side of their head. It’s a small wound in the grand scheme of things yet the blood makes it appear worse. They pay no mind to the copper tang in the air as they stand protectively in front of Chilledstar, glaring at the rogue.

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  *points at the rogue* Chilledstar get their ass!!
  

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• SHRIKETALON || They/them, Warrior of ShadowClan, 29
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes. A small tear marks their right ear.
  ✧ Mentored by Nectarsong | Mentoring N/A
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ⭃ underline and tag when attacking.
  ✧ penned by Juice ⭃ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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