Posts by DARKPAW

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  • OFFICIAL RIVERCLAN CHAT/PLOT THREAD!

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    i'm such a lil bitch y'all
    this guy wouldn't accept that i was trying to brwak up with him
    so my best friend texted him and like roasted him
    i'm a terrible person.


    jasper OML YES PALEY WOULD SO DO THAT BUT LIKE REALLY LOW KEY SINCE SHE'S MORE CHILL AS AN ADULT


    and ahh, i'll post asap

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  • queen of no identity [p, nine lives ceremony]

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    mintyblossom was the next to approach. many would recognize the feline - she'd been there during the darkest times of the clans. her first gathering was after the great disappearance, only a seven month old apprentice with a pelt like fire, a tongue just as hot, and a broken leg that would prove to cripple her in time.


    the feline was older - she'd been so when she'd died, of course. from an apprentice, her perfect memory proving her to be the ideal medicine cat, but she'd never wanted that life. she'd dreamed to follow in her mothers pawsteps and become deputy. she wanted to fight battles, not sickness. but she'd had to accept that she'd never walk, never jump or climb like a skyclanner.


    she was half thunderclan, the product of an affair. she'd had one of her own, with the then deputy, pollenfrost. two litters and they'd both died. she'd always resented starclan, ahe still did, because of the life they forced her into. sure, it was necessary - she was the only skyclanner with such an expansive knowledge at the time, they'd needed her to put it to use. but she'd always held grudges - and she still held one at being denied the right to choose, to chose a life of loyalty and happiness over an empty den and rendezvous in dark corners.


    "my name is mintyblossom, the late medicine cat of skyclan. but i didn't want the role, the life. i was forced into it by starclan and my leader, because i had a memory similar to that of my second cousin, palemoon. flawless. and in that memory was every herb.


    "smokebreath, we're starclan. we know everything you've done, we've seen it all. i'm here to give you the life of mercy - understand that no life is more valuable then the next, and that everyone deserves the right to find their own happiness. be it by living, or by trying harder then others to be something else." mintyblossom aaid, warmth in her gaze as she moved to touch her nose to the toms, then retreat back to her place among the stars.


    [if i'm too late then like ignore this

  • CLANWIDE CHATTING + PLOTTING THREAD

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    I'm bad to ask about romantic stalkers
    i just outsource this stuff to my best friends who love being super savages to creeps

  • NUMB AND COLD — open, departure

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    she felt tired. tired of everything. of her son, of her fathers death. she was tired of those around her, of the same faces, the same voices. they made the world feel closing in, made her want to scream and claw her eyes out. she wanted out.


    anger burned in her bones, anger she had no reason for. no, she had reasons, but they weren't good ones. she resented smokestar for being leader. she resented alice for being a medicine cat. she resented sheo for becoming sheogorath. she resented the change occurring around her, and she resented herself for not accepting it.


    she resented riverclan for changing.


    the gray feline sat in the center of the camp, staring into the abyss of nothingness in front of her, before finally standing, shaking her head.


    "i'm done." she breathed as she walked out of the camp and, ignoring the world around her, straight for thunderclan.

  • SING FOR THE LION AND LAMB — open, joining

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    she wasn't a new face to thunderclan.


    mant moons prior, when she was a young apprentice, she'd visited to seek refuge from redwater. her fathers had led it, and she couldn't stand with them, but couldn't stand against them. she'd come for the end of dapplestars reign, and remained until her friends retirement. she missed dapplestar - or mangledheart, near the end.


    they'd been enemies once. she'd rallied bloodclan to stand against the fem, to fight her. she'd had something of a mental breakdown, and a moon later, she'd gone to the leader and spologized for anything, everything, she'd done.


    the more recent of her visits was to aid in the dog attack. her own son, sheogorath, had send the creatures wild into the territory, and palemoon had done her best to aid. to make amends for the monster she'd created, by his half-bloodclan birth and the name she'd given him. she wanted him to be strong and good and kind, she wanted her fathers name to go down with praise, if not for him then his grandson. instead, he'd been reincarnated. she'd lost the last of her litter, not to death but to bloodclan.


    but thunderclan was her last sanctuary. she couldn't stay in riverclan, she couldn't handle the anger that bubbled and boiled in her chest.


    she had no other option but to find a new home. so, palemoon took a seat in front of the border, the ten month old looking so much older and tired.

  • SING FOR THE LION AND LAMB — open, joining

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    she recognized many of these felines from the dog attack, from the terror caused by her son. she hated that this was how she was to remember them, to know them. she wondered just how many knew sheogorath was the product of an affair with bloodclans deputy. an affair that never exactly started, and never exactly ended.


    she was turning into her father, into quietstar, it seemed.


    "if i stay there a second longer, i'll snap mossflight." the gray feline said quietly, recalling each name with ease. she had a perfect memory - it was what made her such a good warrior, made her capable of earning her name at eight moons, of being apprenticed at two moons.


    she sucked in a breath and exhaled in choked sobs, tears now falling freely. "everywhere i look, i see them. i see my father, dead on the ground. i see my children, their little bodues contorted. i see sheo as a kitten, showing me frog eyes, a sign i shoukd have taken but i was so blind because he- he was just a baby." she seemed to choke out, long legs trembling, bone thin frame shaking. she'd always been thin, never ate much even in the greenest of seasons.


    "p-please bring me to adderstar, i have nowhere else to go. i'll lay my life down if i must - i can try to use some of my bloodclan connections to keep away the more toxic of the attacks, please..." she seemed to beg the deputy, looking a mess of tears, suddenly seeming young and terrified.


    terrified if being alone in the world.

  • SING FOR THE LION AND LAMB — open, joining

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    she laughed. not because there was humor in the situation, though if there was she was oblivious to such. no, she laughed because it was the only way she could stop herself from crying. it was easier that way. the sound wasn't even amused, it was clear she found nothing funny; it was the pathetic laugh of someone tired of the strain of life.


    sucking in a sharp breath, she gave a thankful dip of her head to the fem. "thank you, adderstar. i owe you my life - if there's anything you ever need, let me know. i have... friends in high places." she told the leader, clearing her throat in an attempt to clear her voice.

  • STOP LYING TO YOURSELF | open, nightmare

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    "try walking it off."


    palemoon knew a thing or two regarding nightmares. they plagued her, each day and night. when she closed her eyes, she saw the countless dead bodies of everyone she loved. it'd driven her to suicide, once, but that had failed. now, she spent most days on numb, dainty little gray paws. she worked herself into the point of exhaustion that he brain was icapable of dreaming.


    the feline had been dropping off the two squirrels she'd hunted down into the freshkill pile, pale gray eyes turning on the tom. "distract yourself. it always helps me." she offered, concern in her eyes as she shrugged a bony shoulder.

  • PLOT WITH THRUSHPELT?

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    nocturnal buddies with paley?
    she might develop a crush on him if that's cool? she hasn't had a think for anyone in like forever lmao

  • Make Me Feel Like Pinkie Pie;; Adderpaw Needed;; Open

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    it was a feeling somewhere in between amused and ashamed as she saw the toms, both of which technically older then the feline who'd been apprenticed and made a warrior four moons ahead of schedule. bugs in prey? that was the work of kits.


    "a tad childish." the feline said, the disapproval apparent on her features as she moved closer and took a seat, frowning. "try some heather, if the taste persists. it's sweet, it'll get rid of the horrid taste."

  • IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR DESPAIR | OPEN, STARCLAN DREAM

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    palemoon didn't feel any sort of way to this butterflypaw. she'd always been quick to forgive, the initial time being to dapplestar after all the things that had happened between them. she'd learned the value of apogies, then. the way forgiveness could take the weight off of your shoulders.


    she'd also spoken to starclan, several times, actually. she was no medicine cat, not leader; she'd been a young girl with a big mind and a bigger heart. she wondered if quietstar was in starclan, if he'd ever visit her, but she found herself distracted by the older feline in a state of distress.


    "just take a breath and try to think. what could it mean?" she offered as she sat down, remembering her children when they were young, the nightmares they'd had. she missed them.

  • Make Me Feel Like Pinkie Pie;; Adderpaw Needed;; Open

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    "anyone who talks about a clanmate like that is trouble." palemoon said pointedly, eying the young female with a very motherly gaze, recalling scolding her own chicldren for bigotry when they were all alive and kits in the nursery. then again, one of the two survivors was gaining rank in bloodclan.


    "one day, you'll have lost all your friends and kin and your clanmates will be all you have left. like them or not, at least respect them." she told the feline with a frown, turning her gaze back to the situation at hand.

  • THUNDERCLAN PLOTTING & CHATTING THREAD

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    twisted and paley thread maybe?


    and oml, paleys like standing up for adder, but i feel like he's about to turn around and roast her lmao

  • HIS KINGS AND HIS MEN — private

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    it was easy, for her, to feel nothing. it was easy to feel no sadness, no regret, no grief. it was easy to feel nothing on the inside when you fel nothing outside.


    she'd never felt things like others had, no hunger, no exhaustion. she felt no pain, and struggled to feel any sort of way when others felt it. she couldn't empathize with them, she couldn't say she knew how they felt because she didn't, she never would. she felt nothing and this made it easy to cross the bridge, the line. to go from trying to psychopath.


    she'd seen so much pain in her life. quietstar was a siamese mass of pain. sheogorath had done nothing but inflict it. her son, the very reincarnation, was uncaring. her children suffered and died, one by one. mangledheart, who she considered a friend at the end of her life, had suffered so much. and the more she saw this, the more she grew numb and tired.


    the snow fell in a torrent, and her fur, only a shade darker then it, almost blended in. it was late and the world was a cocktail of white and darkness, a mixture the feline felt comfortable in. she'd been heading back to camp, the dead body of a rabbit hanging from her jaws, just as white as she was.

  • Make Me Feel Like Pinkie Pie;; Adderpaw Needed;; Open

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    "that's not counting the ones left alive thanks to me." palemoon kept her tone cool; she'd learned to tame the fire within in her lifetime, short as it may have been. she'd learned to bite her tonfue at times and let it fly at others. she simply quirked a brow, eying the tom.


    "you're a moon older then me, adderpaw, but i've spent ten moons proving age is insignificant regarding myself. you're a child, and whether you like it or not, you couldn't face the world. you couldn't take on sheogorath, and i created him. the ones that die around me only do so because they crumble under pressure. living a life inside of a safe camp, with safe people is a romantic thought, but it won't produce warriors, just overfed kits. the only time anything useful happens is when someone is provoked. these things that happen in life aren't easy, but doing nothing is how you get nowhere in life."


    the felines cold gray eyes never moved. her tone never wavered. she stood firm in her thoughts and opinions. she'd had far worse spat in her face by those far closer to her, and by those far scarier. her own father had said worse, her children had said worse.


    she had a skin thick as steel because anything less and she would have crumbled with the others.


    turning her gaze to tanglepaw, she couldn't help but chuckle. "sweetheart, he isn't offending me. it's provocative thinking and speaking that better s the world. nice cats don't fix problems, they only ignore them."