camp you can't turn horns into a halo || webs

[Bullkit]

he was realizing quickly others seen more fine details he did. but he refused to believe he was any different, growling outbursts if others tried to comment anything negative his way. he seen just fine, he would stomp his paw. (he had done it once so hard, it actually kinda hurt.) but he didn't let it bother him. he didn't know others, and they didn't know him. he wouldn't give them the chance!

bullkit moved, pacing back and forth in what he had picked up as boredom. but really, he was thinking enticing thoughts of stealing a body from the pile and digging tiny teeth into the pelt of meat to fill his tiny stomach.

bullkit didn't spend long contemplating, before grabbing a small mouse, his body close to the ground as he pulled it back by its tail, the corpse dragging across the frostbitten ground as he pulled himself to a corner of camp.

before suddenly, a tugging and pulling of something covering his pelt threads of a spider web snapping as he backed into a corner. a snarl and spats of hissing and growling escaped him in panic as he thrashed, thin strands of something sticking to him. it was known the boy hardly bothered with being touched, and this- this was a sticky nuisance that as he pulled paws across his pelt that stuck to ruddy brown paw pads, causing another hiss as it snapped and wouldn't remove from him.

the shaggy kitten was seconds from a meltdown, prey forgotten as he pulled paws through thick fur to try to remove the substance. it was sticky. It was gross, and Bullkit was far from happy.

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[Wraithwail]

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ Wraithwail did not care for the cold, it was no secret she felt needed to be kept locked away as she grew sluggish with the chill gnawing away at her bones like a rabid dog to prey. It made her muscles feel stiff, as if she were turning to stone. If she did not move she was convinced that it would be true, stuck confined in a frozen body until the heat of Newleaf finally seeped into paralyzed flesh to mercifully thaw her into a state of mobility once more.

She would rise from her leisurely position now, shaking out silken waves of fur in an attempt to ward off the incessant sensation of needles that prickled uncomfortably beneath paper skin. She could have gone mad, she was sure- had it not been for the sound of shrieking from afar, a sound that echoed across a confined space and reverberated inside of her murky skull. It was almost insufferable, and yet she was a curious creature with little to show for in the ways of fearing things that would normally scream danger. Those cries called to her, beckoned her towards it, and she would surely answer by means of approach. Her paws would step noiselessly, gingerly towards the caterwauling that only seemed to elevate in volume and distress the closer she came to it, and yet she was calm, expression betraying little in the ways of what she felt- if she could feel anything at all.

The ghostly molly's gaze would grow sharp now, stopping just tail lengths away from what she now knew was a little kitten entangled with what looked like cobwebs. She deduced the little tomcat had accidentally backed into it in his attempt to encase himself in comfortable solitude, unaware that a spider had already claimed the space as home. She would stare for a while, her instinct telling her to be still, for surely she did not need to intervene for such a trivial mishap...but it was not to be, for he was helpless to the strain, his struggle unyielding with emotions only growing so that he seemed to be nothing more than a tiny hurricane laying waste to everything in it's way.

"Shhh...Be still, pequeño león, relief shall come..." Her haunting voice like a whispered serenade carried on the wings of the wind attempted to quell his fire, reaching out slowly with a dainty paw to hook her pristine ivory claws into the webbing that encased the kittens tiny body. She would pull on it, and in one swift motion it would tear free from a valley of fur with only the slightest bit of resistance. "There...It will torment you no longer."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MISTRESS OF GRIEF ༄˖°.🕯️.ೃ࿔*:･ LADY OF TEARS ──┐‎

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  WRAITHWAIL she/her, warrior of windclan, 18 moons.
  ⭃ tall, longhaired white cat with hollow verdant eyes.
  ⭃ important relationships on this line / / family, mate, apprentice, kids, whateva! [tbd]
  ⭃ peaceful, healing and minor combative powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by sloane ↛ @encarcerated on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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