pafp YOU'RE MY SUNSHINE // confession

[BASILPAW]

It was about time he did this. For months now he had prepared himself by practising on how to become a charming gentleman to steal all she-cats hearts!. By now, for sure all she-cats in the clan was probably secretly madly in love with him after his smooth and charming way of swaying his words!. He had practise so many times on trees that his technique could be used against anyone for sure!. Basilpaw was absolutely ready for this...there was no reason to feel nervous or scared...Nope! not at all. Haha!.

Since it was a special day Basilpaw had made sure to groom himself for once (yeah it was a first!) and had even find some moss to put on top of his head so his charm would work just as well it did with Batchaser!, because molly liked toms with fur covering their eyes. That was something he had wittness with his own eyes months ago. So for sure it would work on her as well.

After spending all morning grooming himself and having picked out a white flower (which he aboslutely not had picked by crossing the thunderpath to steal one from thunderclans territory) and with the moss 'neatly' placed on top of his head, Basilpaw was ready to confess to the she-cat he had been crushing on almost during his whole apprenticeship!. All this months of keeping his feelings inside and doing nothing else but stare at the pretty young she-cat from a distance he now had the courage to confess!. It was not long now until they both become warriors so what better timing then now?.

Confidently, Basilpaw marshed forward with the flower sticked between his teeth as he struggled to see through the moss on top of his head as he searched for his special someone. The moment his eyes found them though....ah, all that confidence seemed all washed away....Suddenly his heart was beating raptly inside his ribcage, and he felt himself getting cold feet!. Maybe, this was a horrible idea after all. For a moment he froze in place, unable to even take one step forward like his paws had glued themselves to the ground underneath his paws.

After a long time of standing there question all his life decisions up to this point Basilpaw internally slapped himself across the face. No!. There was no backing out now. It was now or never. If he didn't do it now somebody else for sure would steal her away!. With so many things having happened lately, he couldn't risk that happening without even trying!. Today for sure everything would work to his favor....Basilpaw gave a sharp nod to himself. Yeah, go and get her tiger!.

Basilpaw took a big step forward, and almost stumbled forward because he could barely even see!. But like a champ he find his balance again before he had a chance to fall face first into the dirt. Now he was standing right behind her. ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum, his heart raced like crazy.

Swallowing nervously, Basilpaw grabbed a tight hold of the flower before he cleared his throat in hope to catch their attention. " H-Hey you!, i...i mean hey there beautiful.." He stumbled over his words, and felt flustered. Okay, maybe he hadn't started it all to well. He could do better!. Come on Basilpaw, think of something better to say!. You know how to win a molly's heart over!. " I...uhm, the flower!. I picked this flower for you because it's white like the moon and...and you remind me of the moon!." Hey now, that was not all bad!. Basilpaw felt a boost of confidence, a awkward smile now creeping upon along his maw. " You're like a swan dancing in the moonlight.." He tried to sound smooth, charming but he probably sounded more like a pipsquack. He had absolutely practised that line for months. He swung with his head a bit so the moss on his head could work its magic, to swoon her over. " I think you're the most beautiful cat i have ever set my eyes on and...i wanna be your sun, or...i can be your shadow...wh-whatever works best for you..." His whole face was red as he placed the flower down at the young she-cats paws.

" Wh-what i mean to say is that i really like you...and thought maybe you wanted to be m-my mate when...we become warriors?..." He said as he looked up again but it was then the moss fell in front of his face completely, and Basilpaw could no longer see. At least he had done it, confessed his love.

// please wait for a certain someone to post first, they know who they are ;O



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[Halfsun]

Halfpaw has not thought of love in quite a few moons. There's not enough time for it, between the countless hours spent trying to be better. Training until her paws feel like they may fall off, even when her mentor did not instruct it she was training. Practicing fighting moves with whoever was available. Most days, she was on her paws more often than she wasn't. That isn't to say there is no one that she does love. She loves her family of course. Garlicheart, Thornpaw, Laurelpaw, they all mean the absolute world to her. And of course she has crushes, but what cat her age didn't? She just didn't have time to waste on feelings. Not until she was a warrior would she rest.

That's why when Bailpaw, catching her in a rare moment of down-time, comes striding up to her with a white flower clenched in his jaws she raises an eyebrow in his direction. Even more perplexing is when he drops it at her feet, a declaration of love spilling from his lips. No one has ever described her as graceful before. She is all hard edges forged by the necessity to bare tooth and claw at every shadow, the description Basilpaw is painting of her would be best suited for another but she doesn't interrupt. Her features are pulled tight, expressionless, though she does fight to keep the humor from dancing in her eyes. He seemed terribly serious about this, afterall. "I think you've got the wrong cat, sorry Basilpaw." she says finally, flicking her tail dismissively.

Where this had come from, she is uncertain. They were by no means on bad terms, nor were they strangers, but Halfpaw barely knew the smoke-pelted tom outside of the brief talks they had had, the patrols they had shared. Surface-level stuff. "Thanks for the flower though, it is pretty." she reaches out with one paw to touch on of the delicate petals. It would make a good nest decoration, she thinks.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) no fake friends, forced smiles, or favors

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  HALFPAW SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, THORNPAW AND LAURELPAW
  

  A fluffy she cat who's fur is half cream tabby, half blue tabby split by white. Her eyes are two mismatched shades of blue, with one being a light icy blue and the other being darker in color.

  ✦ Easy in battle + still learning how to fight
  

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[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw feels she has intruded on something quite intimate. Basilpaw stands before Halfpaw, holding a pale flower by its bent stem, moss circling his head like a crown. "H-Hey, you! I mean... hey there, beautiful," he begins, and Marblepaw's eyes blow wide across her face. She freezes, the marigold in her jaws gripped tight; the juices from the precious stems begins to leak into her mouth. Basilpaw does not seem to notice the public spectacle he's making of himself and Halfpaw — she does not know if it's brave or foolish of him.

Either way, Marblepaw finds herself embarrassed. She's only just reached her seventh moon, and the idea of romance is far-off and strange still. Even if she were interested in finding a mate of her own one day, though, she is bound by the medicine cat code to live her life in service to ShadowClan. There will never be kits in her future, anyway, according to the code she follows...

But then Dawnglare's voice comes back to her. "Love... may be the only thing that can absolve you," he seemingly whispers in her ear.

Love.

Love is not what absolves Halfpaw, however. The apprentice looks uncomfortable as she reaches out with a forepaw to brush against the petals of Basilpaw's gift.

"Erm..." She drops her marigold, bruised and battered by her clenched teeth, "...it is pretty... where'd you find it?" Really, she should just walk away, but part of her feels that would be making this situation even more awkward...

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 7 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Love is difficult for them to get a grasp of. They know affection, know the possessive feelings of protection and how they will do anything that they can for their family. But their love in terms of others, how deep it goes confounds them. It's hard for them to process it, it scares them. Yet this scene unfolding before them leaves a nasty and sour taste in their mouth. A regret that itches at their heart and yet that does not compare to what they know they fear. It's this that makes them look onward to the apprentice that pours his heart out to the other. Admiring such a courageous thing, that which they can not do until they can realize it themselves. What they lack and what they want. At least they want it but the answer that leaves Halfpaw's maw is not one of aggreance but one of rejection. It makes them pause on their way over, remembering such close words. Basilpaw has the wrong cat. Wrong. Bitterness enters their gaze before they shake it away and instead focuses on this situation, not wanting to compare it with their own. Huffing softly he glances over to Marblepaw who also seems to be feeling the oddness of the situation and they tilt their head for a moment, eyes hooding ever so slightly as they settle down. The flower is a beautiful thing, petals lush and still alive from when it had been plucked from the ground.

Yet it will wither and die, such is the life that it will not get to have. "There will be..someone else I'm sure..." Though are they really sure about that? They can try to be as comforting as possible but maybe there is no one else. Maybe love is just not something to comes to everyone. The thought makes them shift their paws, unsure of how to process that before they glance to Basilpaw. Nodding and trying to give encouragement despite not feeling too good themself. ​

 

[VULTURESONG]

Foolish. This was a pitiful display of a slow-witted apprentice attempting to court another with floundering words. Never mind that this was a daughter of Smog, a cat who held power within their clan. Had you confessed with eloquence I would have applauded your audacity. When Basilpaw is met with rejection she can't say she is surprised. This is not to say she particularly cared about either or even bothered to know of their relationship. In her eyes, he should have practiced a lot more in order to be concise. Unflinching in his words, and if she denied him then? Then, at least the tom would have some pride in tact. He should at least show some grace towards Halfpaw who decided not to make a mockery of him by accepting his flower nevertheless.

"You lie, Thrasherthroat." The white she-cat answers while approaching the warrior. "You can not be certain of anything. Do you know if you will rise with the sun and not find yourself among the stars every time you sleep? No. It is asinine to presume Basilpaw's fate in matters of love or anything else." Vulturesong has always been a peculiar sort, one had difficulty understanding if she hated you or tolerated you. Her brother Haretooth was much kinder. The only other reference her clanmates could turn to was Batchaser, however he was just as bizarre. While it may seem like she loathes Thrasherthroat with cutting words, in truth she does not. What she loathes are the lies spouted from his maw.

However, she is clueless to the others reprimanding her. After all, Thrasherthroat had only meant to comfort Basilpaw. What Vulturesong was doing was the opposite. Stormy eyes land on Basilpaw, a stoic expression giving away nothing. She would not coddle him like the others had done, nor would she say anything to Halfpaw. The molly had done nothing wrong. She was decisive and for that Vulturesong was reminded why she liked Halfpaw. Not to a great extent, but she supposed the daughter of Smog was interesting. ​

 

[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ Singepaw never considered dating anyone before. Most of his time and focus was spent entirely on improving his fighting skills, there simply wasn't any room left to consider anything else. But it couldn't necessarily be said he hadn't occasionally thought about it. He was a boy, after all, and youth meant aspiring curiosity to experience all that the universe had to offer...including what it felt like to have his tail twined with another's. Again, however, those had only ever been passing thoughts, and never specifically directed at anyone.

Basilpaw really pissed him off, though. This wasn't the first time Singepaw was left dumb-struck by the older boy's audacious confidence. The last time, he still recalls vividly, was when he'd sappily called Bloodpaw beautiful for a new accessory she'd added to her fur. The memory still leaves his fur crawling, obviously from embarrassment for the guy! I mean, who actually looks at a girl and tells them they're pretty - that's just - it's - why? Skin crawling, Singepaw feels only dread when he looks up to find Basilpaw, inexplicably, at it again - a flower in his teeth - You better not- he thinks, snapping his gaze to Basilpaw's victim. Bloodpaw's not going to accept something as stupid as a-.

But it wasn't Bloodpaw.
Singepaw's thoughts stutter to a stop as he watches Basilpaw confess his love to Halfpaw. What - when? When did these two get so close? His gaze snaps from Basilpaw, to Halfpaw, to the flower, and quickly back to Haflpaw's face. White like the moon, Basilpaw says, and Singepaw's nose is already wrinkling. He wonders if it's too late to pull Basilpaw aside and offer him a suggestion. The moon is too serene and placid, has he met the girl before him? Halfpaw's a spitfire with a penchant for fierceness that leaves Windclan trembling in their paw pads. If you're going to get her anything, get her a flower that looks like the sun, or the color of a wildfire-
Not...not that Singepaw...
I mean - do girls even like flowers?
Does Halfpaw like flowers?

Singepaw jerks his head back, as if physically trying to escape his line of thinking - why does he care?!

And yet, with a breath treacherously baited, he watches the scene unfold. A part of Singepaw really wants to root for the guy, but with the moss on his head and the proclamations of wanting to be another person's shadow, Singepaw finds he can only cringe in despair for him. Yeah...yeah, that's it, Singepaw's heart is beating the bars of his ribcage because of the cringe, his face blossoming in red because of second-hand embarrassment, that's all!

Then Halfpaw opens her mouth and Singepaw finds his breath coming short-

"I think you've got the wrong cat, sorry Basilpaw."

"HAH!" Relief bursts forth in the form of ceaseless laughter. Or - it would have if he'd been nervous. Which he wasn't. Choosing not to think too hard about any of what had happened, Singepaw leans into his flurry of giggles. "You can't just take the flower, Halfpaw, feels kinda disingenuous" Singepaw sneered, stretching languidly to ease the tension from his shoulders. He debates ruthlessly mocking Basilpaw, but after Vulturesong's oh-so-helpful reminder of the cruelties the world has to offer, he figures he'll throw Basilpaw a bone.

Padding up to the smokey tom, Singepaw slaps the boy on the back, to be friendly "It's alright Basilpaw, you don't want to be mates with Halfpaw anyway, she may be pretty but have you ever sparred with her? She's a cheater!" he meows, shooting Halfpaw a teasing look.

It finds, inexplicably, that when she meets his gaze, he has to quickly snap his attention away.

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 7/29/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singepaw
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowpaw, Sneezepaw)
  ☄ Shadowclan — apprentice
  ☄ Apprenticed to Smogstar
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically medium | mentally somewhat easy
  ☄ Attack inbold #b8312f
  injuries: none
  

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[BASILPAW]

It should have gone well. He should have got his happy ending today. Perhaps he had been far too naive to even having dared to think the outcome would have been anything but this, but that was because he had wanted it so badly. How desperately he had craved for it to be. Just this once he wished to have what he wanted. "I think you've got the wrong cat, sorry Basilpaw." It was like a kick to his guts. Wrong, she said like he had mistaken it all. That his heart had made a foolish mistake. " I...i did?." Basilpaw ears folded back, the moss on top of his head falling down to the ground, yet his gaze was not meeting the she-cat who had just struck and shattered his heart into pieces. It felt like his heart had just sank to the bottom of the sea.

He had got rejected. But why?. What had he done wrong this time?. Why was she throwing him away without giving him a chance first?. How come it had ended before anything even had begun. He had been so excited for this too, bewilded by the thought of them walking of into the sunset together all happy. Why couldn't she see that he was a good guy, that he had so much to give to her. That he could make her happy, that he could have been happy at final last. To have his own family in the future. Why was she taking all of that away from him.

Basilpaw drew out his claws to dig them deep and hard into the dirt, his eyes growing wider as he stared down. Why?. The voices grew louder inside his head. Why?. They wished to break free, tongue kept in line by a thin thread. Why?,why?,why?.....why?!. He wished to scream. Claws dug deeper and deeper, teeth puncturing his own tongue. He could taste his own blood on his tongue.

" WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME?!?!." He internally screamed, tears glimting in his green orbs. But he manged to hold himself back from yelling this words out, to scream them at Halfpaw from the bottom of his lungs. Because in truth it wasn't about her, none of this was. Halfpaw was just a symbol, her rejection bringing out something far more heartaching. His words were meant to somebody far more closer to him.

All of this time he had tried, and tried and tried but no matter what he did it was never enough. It didn't matter if it was Halfpaw or anybody else. In the end they all cast him aside. Not even Chilledstar had liked him. None of them did.

Basilpaw heard his clanmates mumblings which was like nothing but annoying birds to his ears to listen to. He wished for them all to just shut up, to leave him alone, to perish for all he cared about. They where all laughting at him, making jokes. This most all be so amusing for them. That the jester himself confessed to someone. Obviously, this was the best show he had ever performed to them all.

" Ha...hah!. Yeah, that must be true." he suddenly bursted out aloud, grin making it's typical apperance as it spread wide across his maw. Basilpaw did not make it clear who he was talking to, Halfpaw,Trasherthroat, Vulturesong. Didn't really matter at this point. At least he was able to finally look up as his eyes where just as wide as his grin was.

He would take a step away from Singedpaw while his claws were itching deep buried in the dirt. Lucky for them, huh?. " You're all sooooo right!! There's so many mollies in the clan to pick from. Perhaps, i will go for Bloodpaw next time!. " he cheerfully said loud and clear for all of them to hear while his attention was fixed on Singedpaw. His grin was wore like an armor because he wouldn't let them see. His feelings had already been belittled anyway. To them this was just a stupid confession, a joke pulled on the jester himself. Singedpaw at least find this to be so hilariously funny.

" I'm sorry for having wasted your time Halfpaw!. Keep the flower if you like, or throw it away if that will make you feel better. " he said as he now finally was focusing his attention properly on the young she-cat who had rejected him. Throw the flower away along with my heart if you like....Because why would she care anyway?. He clenched his teeth together through his grin. " Anyway, i hope you will have a wonderful day!." He chirped as he felt like choking on his own heart. She would most likely continue on with her day thinking nothing more about this. To her this was just a stupied confession.

Basilpaw then turned, ignoring everything else that might have been said once turning back to them all, his grin was trembling as he made his escape unable to keep his facade up for much longer. Once without reach he for sure would break down into his own puddle of tears.

He never should have thought he stood a chance at all.

// out (;





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