PLAY THE GAME OF CARNIVAL -- trespassing

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    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    None of this looked familiar to the half faced, titan sized behemoth. Grizzlypaw's purpose was to reach the moonstone. There were questions he had to ask that only StarClan could answer, if they would answer at all. But the desperation for answers spurred him onward upon over-sized paws, even as one fiery golden eye flickered about with confusion. The ShadowClanner had foolishly thought that after two trips to the moonstone, he'd be able to find his way there on his own. It was a mouse-brained thought. Still young and brazen, the confident tom had gotten himself lost far south of mothermouth, where tall grass was whipped by bitter winds that battered his heavy-set frame. Of course, Grizzlypaw knew of WindClan, but he had never seen their land before, had never even met one of them outside of the half moon meeting. But their smell, of rolling fields and rabbit, was simple enough to recognize. He was trespassing.


    Dread flooded the mind of the scarred behemoth at the realization. But as long as he didn't hunt, it was okay, right? Getting lost on the way to the moonstone wasn't a crime, wasn't against the warrior code. He'd be fine. Perhaps WindClan could help him find his way again. Grizzlypaw paused, his huge paws coming to a stop as the half faced monstrosity came to a sudden halt upon the dusty soil. It would be better to wait, rather than continue deeper into WindClan territory. He didn't want to frighten anyone, after all. Besides, it wasn't like they'd attack him, right? Medicine cats were allowed passage to the moonstone unhindered. That was one of the rules, was it not? And everyone followed the rules. That was just how the clans worked...or so he thought.

    ShadowClan scent was not that familiar to her, as she thought... it was that of a loner, until she figured the marshy scent of her horsetail doses matched. Shadow, cunning, living in the marshes... she was so unfamiliar with the lot of them, for the two clans did not border each other and she did not often step foot far outside camp, let alone scurrying across Fourtrees to get to ShadowClan. Her nose wrinkled up, and lantern-like eyes fell upon the tom, a scarred face, half blind, treading a path through their territory. Oh, did she really have to have been the first one here...? She hated socialising, but her legs hurt and she was already here and it'd look outrageous if she were to just... run away after making direct eye contact with him.


    "Um- what-" she stammered, clearing her throat. "Hi... what- what are you...? You stopped walking- uh... do you have permission to- to be in our territory?" she asked, and it seemed like an absolute task to get such words out, sputtered and breathless and reclusive as she always found herself. Trembling legs set her twig-thin frame upon the ground, and she looked on in worry, anticipating some violent act in her distrust and anxiety.

    Cloudwatcher's size always seemed to double when he was near Birdbones; not only did he just look tougher next to the wiry-framed molly, but with his...apparent non-Windclan blood, he was always much stockier than the rest of the moor cats. But even with his larger frame, Cloudwatcher looked more like a soft teddy bear than an attacker. Standing firmly next to the medicine cat, Cloudwatcher raised an eyebrow at the Shadowclan tom, sniffing slightly at the smell of the marshlands. "If you're going to the Moonstone, I doubt you'll reach anyone there." He commented with a huff, taking a stab at why this Shadowclan apprentice was just..wandering. Cloudwatcher could recall that this was the general direction of the Moonstone though, and by the slight scent of herbs, he could only assume the other was a medic in training.


    As much as he felt like they should just send the apprentice back home, knowing that it'd be worthless to try and contact Starclan, Cloudwatcher sat down next to Birdbones and simply waited for the younger tom's response. He was glad his power was...somewhat under control; in case the apprentice decided to try anything, Cloudwatcher needed to be able to protect Windclan's medicine cat, mind flashing back to her as a young kitten, leg broken worse than any other break he had ever seen. Anyways, it was beneficial for him to be able to block Birdbones' nerves out; he didn't need butterflies distracting him.


    "speech."


    well, i think i'm gonna burn in hell —— tags.

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    Coldpaw was following closely behind her mentor. her nose had been lifted into the air to smell the scent of the trespasser. Her whiskers trembled ever so slightly as she recognized the scent of the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice she had met only one time prior at the half moon meeting for the medicine cats of the clan. She had no opinion of him- but she did wonder why he was here, and others seemed to be just as curious as well. "Bramblepaw- right?" she inquired, not yet made aware of his recent name change. The she-cat would then lift her nose yet again to recognize the scent of Cloudwatcher, oh how she loved Cloudwatcher! He made her feel safe!


    Coldpaw would attempt to press her pelt against his back leg just so she could keep up with him and what was going on. She still had issues being steady especially since her tail came off, now days it seemed to be a little harder to stand still in place. not only did Cloudwatchers legs make her feel protected, but they also kept her aware of what was going on and steady.

    GRIZZLYPAW

    SHADOWCLAN MCA / TAGS & INFO


    Grizzlypaw stood in place, the wind buffeting his huge, heavy-set frame, tugging at long strands of earthen hued fur. That was when he caught sight of her, a dark form in the grass nearby. They locked eyes for a moment, her vivid gaze with his one-eyed, vibrant and fierce golden stare. As Birdbones spoke, Grizzlypaw took note of her speaking pattern, the way her words seemed choppy instead of smooth. Was she nervous? Was this just normal for her, like Oliveslip's stutter? Grizzlypaw silently hoped he wasn't making the shadowy furred WindClanner uncomfortable. In reality, though, he most likely was. A half faced, titan sized, hulking trespasser lurking upon WindClan territory? Even he would be scared.


    Grizzlypaw parted his half ruined maw to respond, but before he could, two other felines approached. One mentioned the moonstone. Was that a wildly accurate guess, or could this cat read minds? Grizzlypaw peered at Cloudwatcher curiously for a moment, before his hellish vision flickered toward Coldpaw. "It's Grizzlypaw, now." The huge tabby tom finally found room to speak, his vocals smooth and confident, even as a hint of anxiety plagued his mind. Letting his golden eye danced between the trio of WindClanners before settling upon Cloudwatcher once more, the apprentice continued, "As Coldpaw knows, I'm ShadowClan's medicine cat apprentice. Anyways, yer right. I am lookin' fer the moonstone. I thought I knew the way..." The youth trailed off with a jolt of disappointment toward himself. "I have to try and reach StarClan, at least. Could the lot of ya guide me as close to mothermouth as yer able?" Surely that wouldn't be too much to ask? They didn't have to leave their territory. They could just drop him off at the closest border.

    Don't mess with me

    I'm a big boy now and I'm very scary — tags

    The tall tabby had been watching from a distance, his head tipped to the side, eyes fixed on the ShadowClanner. He had introduced himself as Grizzlypaw, ShadowClan's medicine cat apprentice, but he looked like someone very different.


    Tigerflame had left DarkClan when Cosmospring was only young, but there was no forgetting his square, strong face, his massive size or his charcoal tabby stripes. For a few moments, Cosmospring felt almost sick to the stomach because he wanted to believe that this kid was his dad so bad.


    But he wasn't. He was just a stupid apprentice who happened to look exactly like Tigerflame, and Cosmospring was determined to not let that faze him. He strolled over casually, trying to ignore his mind screaming as he approached Grizzlypaw, getting a better look at the younger tabby.


    He looks just like him...


    It was hard for the light furred warrior to get any words out, but he had to say something, or he would look like an idiot. Cosmospring could only hope that nobody had noticed his uneasy expression at the sight of WindClan's visitor. "Are you sure there's any point in that? StarClan haven't been very talkative, from what I've heard," his tone was sceptical, his odd eyes flicking towards his Clanmates, wondering whether they shared his doubts. Cosmospring had never really thought much about StarClan - he believed in them, but they had never played a big role in his life, not the way that Cosmospring saw it anyway. "Sounds like a waste of a trip if you ask me." It was some friendly advice to Tigerflame's lookalike - hopefully he would take it, turn around and go home, so that Cosmospring wouldn't have to look at him any longer.


    That face was bringing back too many memories.


    "you're gonna go far kid."

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    Sha hated when those said Starclan wasn't very talkative. Coldpaw was a very strong believer in starclan, and her beliefs ran deeper than she would ever admit. She had personally heard the whispers from starclan and thought her life was a gift. Whether or not others believed that was on them, but she admired Grizzlypaw for going to ask the stars anyway. "Starclan talks when they want to, hear recently it's every so often. I'd go with you, Grizzlypaw, if I knew the way but I have no idea where I am half the time." the feline joked with a smile, half talking to the feline who had just spoke, the other half way talking to grizzlypaw.

    Cloudwatcher's tail came to rest gently around Coldpaw, protectively providing her a cushion in case she tripped. The tom stayed seated, allowing Coldpaw to rest against him to keep her awareness about the surrounding area.


    Could he easily lead Grizzlypaw to the Moonstone? Yes. Was Cloudwatcher in any sort of mood to actually take him there? No. Did Cloudwatcher think this trip was worthwhile in any fashion? Also no. "The stars are gone." He said bluntly, quirking an eyebrow up at the younger tom. "I'd recommend just going back to Shadowclan. There's no use trying, anyways--haven't you guys been attempting to contact them the last few times during the half-moon meetings?" Cloudwatcher said, recalling overhearing some talk from the last gathering about how things weren't going...great. He was glad Cosmospring was agreeing, at least. "You should have also brought an older cat with, not just try trapezing there by yourself." The bicolored tom let out a soft sigh as he finished speaking, deciding to just..end his tirade there.


    "speech."


    well, i think i'm gonna burn in hell —— tags.

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    Don’t get her wrong, she liked Cloudwatcher. But sometimes, the male made her want to rip her fur out. The stars were back! She had seen them herself during her accident where she had lost her vision! The medicine cats didn’t seem to believe her, and now the clan cats seemed to not believe her either! It brought her some frustration. “The stars are back! I heard starclan myself! They just aren’t all the way back yet! Only a little!” The girl protest to the older member of Windclan. He may be older and wiser, but Coldpaw stood by starclan strongly