camp YOU KNOW I NEVER DID YOU WRONG &. prompt thread

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

being stuck in camp was torturous for someone who had never been restricted for so long before. they can understand how restless the young kits and apprentices felt, not being aloud out, and how queens felt especially since previously they'd been allowed out. but like them, they had to do it. it wasn't safe for young cats without their mentors or other warriors, and it especially wasn't safe for queens. stress was not good for them, and they did not anyone losing their kits over silly mistakes, or even losing their lives because they couldn't leave camp too far into their pregnancy. they wouldn't mind so much of they'd had an escort but even then they'd be so on edge they're not sure they'd like it. the occasional leg stretch was good for them though, wasn't it?

"oh? what's that?"

their whiskers twitched curiously as they saw an odd ball of... something. they wonder who brought this back. it must have been from the carrionplace. it's worn enough that it certainly looks like it. they step closer, sniffing it with a quiet flick of their ears. smelled like it, too, but it's been in camp long enough that it's beginning to smell like shadowclan. their claws flex curiously as their gaze steadies on the ball. they take a second before they bat at it with their paw. their ears perk up curiously, and they take a few blinks before a grin presses to their face. they crouch down, ignoring the small ache in healing scars, paw swatting at the ball of stringy material, a loud and happy purr coming from the leader as their pupils fully dilated.

they began to chase after the ball, happily hitting it back and forth, being so wrapped up in how cool it looked when it moved that they didn't even see it slowly getting smaller and smaller.

"uh, chilledstar... what are you... doing?"

the leader doesn't turn to rockbelly, only continuing to play with this awesome thing they've found.

"getting."

their raspy voice speaks and they continue. the string ball is little more than the size of their rather large paw, but they're still so enthralled that they don't wanna do anything more than play with it. they hit it particularly hard, and it manages to hit a nearby warrior, untangling and chilledstar hardly sees her. they rush over before tumbling over lilacfur, yelping slightly as they begin to get all tangled up in the string that's left. the ball is gone, which makes them snap out of their haze. they blink a few good times, trying to pull away but it's little to no use. they're stuck.

"oh, fuck... what just... lilacfur!? huh!? where did all this string come from and why are we tangled!? i was just looking at this realllllly cool ball and then..."

they don't remember really. wow, had that ball really gotten them so hypnotized?

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE
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I LEFT 'EM ALL ON THE FLOOR✧ MAN WHO'S TO BLAME IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE

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  // A red string of fate is symbolic for destined partners, someone sends a yarnball from carrion place rolling into camp and you find yourself tangled with another cat!
  
  @lilacfur but no need to wait !!!
  
  
• — 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.
  — 44 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / 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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[Swallowpaw.]

CAN'T YOU TELL I'M CRASS?
CAN'T YOU TELL I'M WIRED? ​

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swallowpaw ❀ 05 moons ❀ polygender ❀ any pronouns ❀ shadowclan apprentice​

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Swallowpaw misses most of the action - one moment he's cleaning dens, the next he's stumbling out with mouth full of old bedding only to trip on.... well, something. An embarrassing squeak leaves his lips as he tumbles, some sort of strange red vine tangled around brown and white limb. Wide eyed, for a moment he only stares." .... what the FUCK is that, " he asks, and though voice is raised it's hard to tell whether he's excited or terrified. Perhaps it's a bit of both. But the longer he lies there, the more he comes to realize that, perhaps, it isn't anything dangerous. It doesn't move like a worm or a snake... just lays there limp. Playing dead perhaps, or maybe it'd never been alive at all. Paws come down with a loud thump, claws tangling into the mess, and he can't help but let out a pleased purr - despite the strange way the red-thing looks, it's soft to the touch. " Oh hey - I like this stuff, " he adds dumbly, head whipping around to see if anyone else has noticed this wonderous find.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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T E L L - M E - N O T H I N G - L A S T S ━ ( - L I K E - I - D O N ' T - K N O W ?- )

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Swanpaw watches with rapt interest as Chilledstar unravels a wad of red, actions far more kittish than is becoming of a leader. They only approach once the leader draws to their senses, dazed and confused. "It's bewitched you...!" declares Swanpaw with fascination, peering at the strange length of red spidersilk. Their head tilts birdlike in consideration; they seem immune to its pull. A yawn parts the molly's jaws. Maybe they just don't have the energy to be swept up in such kitlike activities... They didn't as a kit, either. Of course Swallowpaw isn't immune. Is it just them, then?

A snowy paw nudges the object, feeling the softness of it. Pleasant... It'd make better bedding than a toy, they think. "How odd..." she murmurs. It must be quite special, to draw their leader into such a frenzy.

‎‎┌── I WANNA BE HAUNTED ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ I WANNA BE LOVED ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  SWANPAW ☁︎ she / they, apprentice of shadowclan, eleven moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Magpiepaw]

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"Intestines." The black and white apprentice croons in a low, ominous tone, his chirp of a voice strained as he stares at red twine entangling limbs and spilling across the ground like serpents coiling, a mass of writhing worms, carrion for the birds to peck and gnaw upon. Lilacfur and Chilledstar bath in red, sanguine and pulsing along the ground - he feels his nostrils flare as he inhales, exhales. It's some kind of vine.
Rationale floods his thoughts, he's one more in the ShadowClan camp and not staring across throngs of mangled corpses that now line his dreams. It's only some two-leg garbage, it's harmless. He takes a deep breath and holds it as his fur flattens back into place, the red had caught him off guard and sent him on a brief spiral but now he sees there is nothing harmful here with the exception of empty heads, cloudy thoughts. Foolishness, but fine.
Magpiepaw stands stiffly watching still but does not approach further, maybe he's afraid movement would break the peaceful illusion and he will be thrust back into the crowd of weeping throats and twisted limbs that rise in his sleep as wretched nightmares.

——— ⸸ I'm the kid in the rain. Celebrate the insane ———— ⸸ Yeah, never goes my way

• OOC can go here.
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
  
  

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[EERIENIGHT]

Red is not an unusual sight to see in ShadowClan these days. In encrusted, blood-woven tufts of fur it is ever-present, remnants of rogue-born battles and loss of loved ones. Red is not a new thing for dark eyes to observe, but in this way, perhaps it might be.

It entangles Chilledstar and Lilacfur, traps them in an unfamiliarly thinned, crimson grasp. “ Intestines… “ Eerienight finds himself echoing Magpiepaw’s words, as if inquiring what’s before him, though a questioning hitch in his voice is nowhere to be heard. It looks nothing like intestines of the food they eat, though it doesn’t rule out a two-leg, or something far bigger than what they can consume. However, blood scent doesn’t accompany it, and neither the scent of prey — surely it isn’t intestines then.

Bewitchment, then, as Swanpaw suggests. Strange and odd, it’s motives unknown. Eeriepaw moves forward with unblinking eyes, assessing the situation before him. It doesn’t look to hurt, though who knows what prolonged time in this trap may hold. He hooks a dark claw around whisker-thin scarlet and tugs lightly before looking to Chilledstar. It hasn’t hurt him to touch it, at least. “ It won’t kill you. “ he ultimately decides.​

✦ ABOUT

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  ??? ‣ EERIEKIT ‣ EERIEPAW ‣ EERIENIGHT
  ── Warrior of ShadowClan
  
  ── ??? x ???
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A spindly black tom with unblinking, dark brown eyes.
  ── Mentored by Spectermask
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[ASHENFALL]

˚⊹₊‧ 𖦹 "Intestines?" Ashenpaw echoes after the two before him, but with an incredulous sneer coloring his voice. It was hypocritical to be so snide when his own thoughts lingered so often on the macabre images of nightmare, but Ashenpaw was anything but self-aware in any way that mattered. "I've never seen a rat or a frog with intestines that long... Looks like... moss. Or like a vine. A red vine of moss." He decided with a nonchalant shrug.

He settles by Eerienight to join in on the communal leader-poking session and prods a white-socked paw to the red thread, "We mustn't let any of the other clans know that Shadowclans great and powerful leader can be... incapacitated so simply by deploying a ... 'red intestine-vine of bewitchment.' Does everyone promise to take this memory to our graves...?" A smug look tugged at Ashenpaw's maw. It really would be a shame if any of their unpleasant neighbors deployed another ball of twoleg garbage to hypnotize Chilledstar into giving away all of Shadowclan's territory.

YOULL ASK WHAT CAN I DO? ⭒☽⛧☾⭒ AND THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER

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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw
  — ftm transmasc. he/him. 11mo apprentice of shadowclan. mentored by smogmaw
  — muted blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
  — smells of rainsoaked fern and swamp milkweed
  — all ic opinions!
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — sig by nya, fullbody by antiigone, sticker by saturnid
  — penned by eezy
  

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[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ "And you just earned yourself another moon of apprenticehood," Duckshimmer purrs, thumping her tail on Ashenpaw's shoulders as she steps forth. "At least, that's what I'd assume Chilledstar would punish you with if they weren't too focused to hear you" The smile on her dainty features is soft as velvet, accentuating the sparkle in her eye as she watches Shadowclan's finest struggle in the ruby web they've found themself in. Duckshimmer is sure she should offer her services to help the two felines out, but for now, she can't help but simply sit back and watch, lifting a paw to cover her failed attempts to hold back a giggle. It's nice to see Chilledstar, well, chill out after being grounded in camp for so long. Cute, even.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 30 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically hard | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently

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[lilacfur]

Odd carrionplace gifts were not so much of Lilacfur's style for entertainment or endearment. That crown was taken by her brother, of course and she had no desire to take it from him. It is a bit surprising, though, to see Chilledstar rise from their place to entertain themselves with such a thing.

Lilacfur doesn't pay it too much attention as it is rude to simply stare. Instead she turned her focus back to @SHADEPAW in encouraging the young molly to mimic the way she swiped at the air. A simple action in battle while maintaining balance on the other three legs. "You don't want to strike too fast or too far, or else you'll lose your balance- huh?" Her outstretched paw is suddenly entangled in red cord and Chilledstar is quick to follow.

"Oof!" The air is knocked from their longs as limbs interlock and now... now they've become held together by this strange wire. Chilledstar's confusion drew a laugh from the rosetted molly as she tried her best to pull apart the string.

"Glad it's not some secret twoleg killing thing. Can we get some help here?" Lilacfur tugged away but only ended up dragging herself and the other together. This yarn seemed strong against physical strength.​

[ i need the clouds to cover me ]​