Posts by DARKPAW

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  • THE PEOPLE WON'T KNOW WHAT WE KNOW — open, joining

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    she couldn't have been much more than a moon, if that. too young to be out, alone. her eyes were hardly open, everything foggy and hazy. she could hardly speak, each word slow and hard to thread together.


    "my name is paley, i would like to join please." she said, tone high and sweet, voice hardly about a whisper as she stood at the border. "my name is paley, i would like to join please." she repeated, over and over again, stumbling over each syllable, head bobbing up and down with each word.


    at first glance, she seemed like a sweet little thing. pale gray fur smoothed down, paws wet from wandering through the shallows. but as one neared, the sight of a massive bite could be seen on her shoulder, the blood pale and watery as it drizzled down her damp pelt, threading in between each hair.


    "why are you doing that? stop." she whispered, to the dog bite, as though it would stop just due to her request. it hurt, she knew, but she didn't understand it. she still walked on it, though it shouldn't have pressure placed on it. she found the sensation frustrating at worst, though didn't fancy the ugly red leaking onto her pelt.


    "my name is paley, i would like to join please." she echoed once more, sitting and waiting as patiently as a kit her age could be.

  • THE PEOPLE WON'T KNOW WHAT WE KNOW — open, joining

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    here it was, the kit thought with an eager, albeit shaky, smile at the approaching male. "my name is, um, paley. i would like to join." she repeated the words her mother had instructed her to say, words shaky as her jaw bobbed up and down through the shivers. she felt cold, and blamed it on the rain, the river - not the blood covering her left side.


    "please!" she added, a little late, her soft gray eyes earnest and apologetic.

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  • THE PEOPLE WON'T KNOW WHAT WE KNOW — open, joining

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    "momma says ain't nobody like a girl who ain't got manners." the girl explained, pausing for a moment before her smile brightened. "oh, oh! momma said it's only proper to have a clan name - sh'said i oughta be palekit, if 'ats alright?" she asked, choosing each word carefully as she stood, beginning to venture forwards, not waiting for the male to guide her, confident she had some clue where she was going, blood dribbling out of the bite with each step.

  • PLOT WITH NORTHY?

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    friends with paley?
    she's a smol innocent flower who would probably want to play like idk makeovers or something and cover him in mud and leaves

  • BUT YOU'RE A KING — open

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    one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three.


    a bushy gray tail slapped the ground in pattern, always a second pause after the third time it hit the ground. she very much fancied three's; three's and seven's, they were neat, clean numbers. hard to put into proper place, hard to make them fit with others.


    often times, the little pale gray kit fancied she was much like three and seven. unique, different, but in the end, she was just a number, like all the others.


    though, she mused, why would she want to be? why be a part of the duet that was two's, why be a perfect half like fives. why be neat and rounded like tens, or be a silly three-plus-three-plus-three that made up nine? all the other number were neat and easy to understand. why should she be? why not be a three, a seven - subtracted, they made a pleasant four, and added, they made a neat ten. she didn't want to be so easy, so bland, so very vanilla.


    "i ain't no stupid ten." she said aloud, unaware of doing such, as she stuck one claw out, making neat little lines of threes and sevens, liking the way the looked.

  • AND I'M A LIONHEART — open

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    a butterfly.


    the kit had been seated on the ground, nimble little paws stripping a stick of bark in her very obsessive compulsive way, the flash of black and yellow, just a glimmer of blue, caught the gray eyes of the kit and her head immediately shot up.


    she eyed the swallowtail butterfly, abandoned her stick, and stood, taking tentive steps toward it. she bore a look of awe as she watched it, faithfully following it across the camp.


    "you're real pretty." she said, tone low and careful as she watched it, giving a happy little smile. she loved butterflies; her mother had loved them just as well. they're reincarnations of our ancestors, here to visit us, to watch us and tell us they love us still, her mother had told her once. she wondered if this was her mother, or her father. here to tell her she'd done good, that she was still loved.


    tears filled palekits eyes then, something that may have looked a tad strange to any outsider, crying at the sight of the butterfly. but she didn't comprehend that this was strange and let them fall freely.

  • OFFICIAL RIVERCLAN CHAT/PLOT THREAD!

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    Imm wrote:


    low key me


    also heyoo dudes, here's little pale kit, the awkward child
    who just can't comprehend clan rules and acts like they're optional
    be prepared for a lot of wandering around and trying to go on patrols
    and she doesn't understand pain or really acknowledge it
    and she'd a tad add
    and will have smol mental breakdowns when hearing pretty much anything about dogs
    and has insomnia
    and trusts people super easily


    ...
    she's awkward and smol but lovable

  • BUT YOU'RE A KING — open

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    "a three an' a seven." the girl said slowly, gaze shifting to the warrior then the kit. "it's a number. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten - the rest ain't important." she paused then, blinking, a look of shock taking over her face.


    "jeepers creepers, did yous read my mind? d'you got super powers?! what am i thinking now?" she blurted out, gaze like two moons, wide and curious.

  • THE PEOPLE WON'T KNOW WHAT WE KNOW — open, joining

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    "oh, yeah," she said then, pausing, blinking, considering. what had happened to her mother?


    "we was coming here - since before i was born. momma said it was a good place to raise a girl like me. we was walkin' through the twolegs place when i fell into a twolegs territory. it's dog came after me, but my momma and daddy jumped in front you see, and fought it off!" palekit explained, completely unaware of the tragedy of the situation, too young to really understand the weight of her words. she paused then, blinking slowly. "i dunno where they went. momma told me to keep going. i hope they'll come soon, i guess."

  • I MADE EVERY MISTAKE — open, wandering

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    clan rules didn't make sense to the downy gray kit. again and again, she was told that kit's were supposed to stay in camp.


    "why?" she demanded, frowning up at the npc.


    "because it's dangerous out there."


    "i'm from out there. i'll stay away from the dogs, i'll be fine." she argued, and received the usual rules are made to be followed.


    the kit sat just a fox length from the entrance, lips turned into a frown as she watched people hurry in and out. why can't i go? she wasn't clan born, those rules were for people who didn't know how to live out there. she'd spent plenty of time out there alone. sometimes, when her momma and daddy slept, she'd sneak out on her own and take a walk. she always came back by the time they'd woken, and they were never angry so long as she didn't go far.


    the camp was calm for a moment, everyone busy, and she seized the opportunity. she hadn't even been waiting for the moment; rather, nobody was crowding the entrance and she figured nobody would mind so long as she didn't go too far, palekit reasoned as she trotted along the path, dripping in confidence.

  • HOW HARD IT IS TO LEAD — open, kit games

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    "members of riverclan gather! my name is palestar," the kit announced in her high, sweet voice as she scrabbled to keep all four paws on the rock, tipping this way and that. "and i'm the new leader of riverclan. i'm gonna be just as big and brave as quietstar - imma make 'im proud." she declared, imagining the leader she very much admired. he's retired as an elder, she assured herself silently, unable to bare the thought of him dying.


    before her were a good three dozen rocks of all shapes and sizes, which she imagined were members. near the back of the cluster was a rock with smaller stones around it - which, she fancied was a queen and kits.


    she sat on her rock [or, rather, wobbled on it] and watched her 'clanmates' stand there, imagining them chanting her name. palestar, palestar, palestar!

  • just remember me // open+injury

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    the camp boundaries, as usual, made no sense and therefore didn't apply to the kit. there was shouting and a commotion about something. a fox? what in the heavens was a fox? she figured it couldn't be much worse than a dog - nothing was worse than a dog. she'd survived a dog, she'd be fine.


    trotting out of camp and keeping to the side like a small shadow, ears pricked, she stumbled upon the scene and felt her ears flatten to her head, eyes the size of two small moons. "oh jeepers, that's what a fox does?" she thought aloud, taking tentative steps towards the group. "don't think i like foxes no more. they sound cool, but..."

  • I MADE EVERY MISTAKE — open, wandering

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    it was damn near impossible to get past palekit. it was something she'd been trained in from birth; her parents would try to scare her, try to spook her and jump out of the shadows. they seemed to fear their daughter might end up kidnapped or attacked without her knowing.


    the kit was unwavered, paws never stopping as she walked. "i can protect myself, silly. i wasn't raised being taught to stay in camp. that's just silly. i wanna explore." she explained, as though it was the most normal thing on earth.

  • AND I'M A LIONHEART — open

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    she sniffed the tears back and gave a silent nod to the apprentice, pale gaze shifting to the blind medicine cat, then back to the creature. "my momma used to say that sometimes, after people died, they come back as butterflies to tell you they love you. i... i think thats her." the girl explained, motioning to the blue winged creature.

  • plot with the troublemaker?

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    maybe some deep talks with paley? she really doesn't have any social holds, so she'd probably ask some pretty rude questions without meaning it to be
    and maybe she can talk to runningpaw about her past?

  • why don't we just pretend // open + medicine cat den!

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    though palekit had quite the nasty bite on her shoulder, she didn't think it was necessary to stay in the medicine cat den. still, though, curiosity killed the cat.


    trailing in, she stared at each of the cats before taking a seat a tail length away from a female who looked particularly bad. "jeepers, what happened to yous? y'all look like you just fought a dang dog." she observed, blinking two wide eyes as she sniffed at the female.

  • HOW HARD IT IS TO LEAD — open, kit games

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    gaze falling onto the apprentice, the kit smiled a wide, toothy grin that caused her to squint those wide eyes. "hey moonpaw! er, i mean, moon....moonface! 'cause you're pretty," she explained, falling off of the rock and scraping her shoulder. she didn't notice the little cut, didn't quite understand the pain, as she was too busy scrabbling to get back on.


    "i'm just practicing for when i become leader. you wanna be my deputy?" she inquired, tilting her head to the side.