WHISPERS ALL AROUND! Spooking out the apprentices, o

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    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranemask

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    It was well into the night when Cranemask's ears twitched to a subtle sound far off into the distance. She was still adjusting to sleeping in the tunnels that where the Darkclan dens. Her senses were heightened and sometimes she would lay awake, terrified to fall asleep as anything could travel into the tunnels if they could find them. Her whiskers twitched in amusement as a mischievous idea crossed her mind. Granted the troublesome she-cat should be trying to keep a low profile considering she had just joined but it was a little bit of fun and after all, it seemed like the clan could use a bit of that since the Sharptooth. Silently leaving her nest, Cranemask navigated through the dark, trusting her senses to lead her over to where the apprentices laid asleep.


    Crouching outside the apprentice, Cranemask searched around for some lose pebbles and began flicking them into the den. Her ears would twitch as she listened out for the shuffling of stirring apprentices. Grinning widely to herself, she then unsheathed her claws and raked them gently against the cold rocky cave walls. The grating sound would echo through to the apprentice's den, so piercing it made Cranemask shudder. "Now we wait," she thought to herself as she tucked herself away in the dark, gleefully waiting to hear the fear in the apprentices.

    Day and night meant nothing to the blind tom, simply that "day" was when a lot of eager kits and apprentices got underpaw and "night" was when the troublesome apprentices got sent to sleep. It seems one troublesome cat replaces another, his large ears flicking when a stone is thrown. He only turns his head when another follows soon after. Curious, he picks up his guiding stick in his jaw and scents toward the apprentice den. There's a murmur of noise at the disturbance.


    Finding the source, he gives Cranemasks hind leg a little jolt with his tree branch. "What are you up too huh troublemaker?" He whispers, voice elated to find a prankster among their crew. "The warriors will be mighty mad if you spook their apprentices." He thinks of Nettlepaw being stirred awake and grins.


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    NETTLEPAW



        ✦ - Nettlepaw was a good sleeper- it could be easily seen, not much other than the sun would be able to wake him. His ears lightly twitched at the stones hitting the ground, but it wasn't by far enough to disrupt him. However, once a painful noise spread throughout the den, his ears perked up, eyes snapped wide open and he jumped up in his nest, tense and starled. He looked around, not sure what was happening, back bristled.


    Unfortunately, Cranemask wouldn't hear any fear from him specifically but he glanced at the others to see if it was not just in his dreams. Because he definitely wasn't going out there.

       


    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranemask

    bio — plotting — main

    Hearing some shuffling behind her, Cranemask snapped her head in the direction of the noise only to remember she was in the dark and it wouldn't help one bit. She let out a short sigh to herself and wondered if she'd ever get use to the tunnels. Soon she felt a prodding at her leg and the she-cat jumped in fear! She spun her whole body around and ended up with her nose almost touching that of Copperbeak's. He seemed to not be phased by being that close to the dilute calico as his next words would make her instantly relax. "Oh come on, its just a bit of fun," she purred lifting up her delicate paw and playfully pushing the ginger tom's shoulder "besides no one is even waking up." As if on queue, Cranemask heard the shuffling of apprentices in their nest and tried to stifle a snicker. She then turned back to face the apprentice den and encouraged Copperbeak to take a spot beside her before gently nudging her new partner in crime's shoulder and whispering, "watch this."


    "Darkclan... That Sharptooth you killed was my mother and I'm ready to get my revenge" the she-cat put on a deep spooky voice as she hissed the words and followed with another scrape of the cave walls. As she listened to the apprentices wail in fear, she buried her face into her companion's flank to stop herself from laughing out loud. The terror and the stirring of the apprentices mad her giggle widely but she was able to keep it quite as she took a mouthful of Copperbeak's fur. She would take a silent breathe before whispering to the tom once more, "I thought Darkclan raised ruthless warriors? Nevermind, now you try Beaky" she encouraged Copperbeak hoping he'd follow her behaviour.

    Larger than life ears hear a stirring inside the den, ah, so Cranemasks' plan was working! She was pretty close, nose to nose almost and his tail flickers amused by having startled her. He snickers quietly at her excuse of it being fun, hey, he's not going to be the one to stop her! He takes the hit in the shoulder with a softer smile. She was the kind of energy he had been missing. Nudged into place, he shoves a paw over his mouth to make sure he doesn't burst out laughing and ruin Cranemasks' vibe.


    "Stop! That's so bad!" He wheezes in a whisper, swiping at her shoulder. "Woah - ahaha." He exclaims when her muzzle comes diving at his fur, cheeks hurting with smiling. He bites his own paw to try and dim the smile. Is this what fun warriors could have? It felt so nice! Not wanting to let his new friend down, with the nickname Beaky floating pleasantly on his brain, he'd clear his throat, pitching it upwards into a reedy tone.


    "Darkclan hasn't defeated the rest of us .... we will have our revenge.... Nettlepaw and Frostpaw .... you are our first targets."


    The confused wailing and whimpering inside raises like a crescendo and he has to press his giggling form, shoulders hitching in laughter, to Cranemasks' shoulder. "Ah Craney, that was nowhere near as good as yours. Go again, go again! Let's see if we can get any running to their parents."


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