Posts by GARTERTHROAT

GENERAL
-garterthroat

-warrior of windclan
-female

-adderbite x snowdrop

-littermate of vipertongue and pythonpaw
-single, undecided sexuality
-twelve moons

APPEARANCE
-a slate grey tabby she-cat with soft blue eyes

-tall and sleek

-patch of white over her throat

PERSONALITY

-quiet

-dreamy

-maternal
-mature

-soft to her clanmates, cold in battle

INTERACTION
-average difficulty

-will only attack if necessary

-no powers

-feel free to powerplay healing/non violent actions

Crowkit didn't understand why everyone had been so worked up lately. Perhaps he was too young. The lithe kit lay silently among some reeds and watched as his clanmates bickered over things that probably didn't matter in the end. His dark fur melted perfectly into the shadows and it would have taken a trained eye to spot him if not for his pale eyes, glinting from the darkness like disks of silver. Eventually the eyes fell shut, lulled by the warmth of the sun, leaving him in a pool of darkness.

Listening to petty drama was the only thing he could do to cure his boredom; there wasn't much to do when you were trapped in camp. The snapping voices eventually faded away and Crowkit reopened his eyes, seeing that the pair he'd been watching had already left. He blinked before slowly unfurling spidery limbs, sitting up and watching as they moved to another part of the camp. Oh well. He was bored again.

/hi y'all this guy is the brother of larkpaw, finchpaw and frecklekit, but he's pretty quiet so it's okay if your character forgot he exists or something c':

Crow stared at Leafpaw as she approached, shuffling back a mere whiskerlength as she lay down nearby. Strangers sent off all the alarm bells in Crowkit's head, but then again his clanmates were hardly strangers. He'd observed almost all of them at one point or another. At the offer of food he paused for a heartbeat before nodding ever so slightly, refusing to ignore the growing hunger gnawing at the inside of his belly.

Before anything else could happen though, Crowkit's kindest brother decided it'd be an excellent time to drop by and throw his colourful insults around. The kit's tail tip twitched with slight agitation, but his expression was blank as he turned to face Larkpaw. "Creative," he spoke finally, his voice light and hushed. Maybe if he got mutilated by a bird his warrior name could be Crowfood. That'd be a twist, right?

//edited for typo rip

Crowkit tuned out Larkpaw's babbling as Finchpaw arrived, and dipped his head in thanks as he brother offered him some food. He bent down to sniff tentatively at the scaled creature before dragging it closer to him by the tail and taking a tiny bite from it's stomach. The kit chewed quietly, pausing to look up at Fawncloud as she approached. He finished chewing and swallowed, nodding at the fem. He knew her name. "Hi," he greeted reluctantly, looking at his paws.

crowpaw was very, very far from home. it wasn't like him to wander, especially outside the territory, but on his first time out of camp he'd been left behind by his mentor and had somehow found himself lost. after a few hours of aimless wandering he'd found himself standing on the edge of riverclan's border. he stood there for a while, half-hoping someone would come by to stop him, that a patrol would turn up to show him that his clanmates had noticed he was gone and cared. but nobody came. he'd started to feel bad at that point. the sun was dipping perilously close to the horizon and crow knew it was only a matter of time before the dusk patrol, so with a quiet and resigned sigh he slipped out of riverclan territory and into thunderclan. he couldn't stand being in a clan where no one knew he existed. finchpaw was dead. larkpaw acted like he wanted to forget crowpaw every time they made eye contact. his other siblings weren't any better, although they were nicer about it. crowpaw didn't look like an emotional feline; his face and eyes showed only the barest hints of feeling and his selective muteness didn't help. that didn't mean he wasn't emotional though. in fact, crowpaw was sure he felt things stronger than a big chunk of the clan cats. after all, he'd never seen anyone display the painful amounts of rage and sorrow and loneliness that currently churned his stomach. he felt each and every wave of abandonment that washed over his body, but still his blank and unfeeling expression refused to change. he hated himself for that.

he'd been quick on his way through thunderclan. it'd be no good if he were caught. they'd just send him right back home with a good scolding, and at that moment the last thing crowpaw wanted was to go home. maybe they would have let him stay if he'd asked, but he was looking for a clan a little further away from the riverbanks where he was born. a cloud of black smoke suddenly hit him like a stone to the head, and he coughed as the harsh smell of car fumes attacked three of his five senses. he blinked his stinging eyes, spat the foul taste out his mouth and swayed a little as he was ripped from his memories back into reality.

oh, right. he was in an unfamiliar place. it didn't look anything like the river or forest. hard stone-like material scratched his paws, and the smell of something unnatural hung in the air. crowpaw's legs trembled and he leaned against a wall, lifting one of his paws and licking at its raw, bleeding paw pad. he was leaving little red spots behind him as he walked, no doubt a side effect of walking for so far after staying in camp his whole life. maybe staying in riverclan as a living shadow would be better than starving to death in some cold and scary place, crowkit thought. adrenaline wore off and his legs crumpled, sending him straight to the ground. a slope in the pavement caused him to tumble a little, piercing his side on a piece of shattered glass. the boy was too tired to react, falling limp and allowing his eyelids to droop as a throbbing pain bloomed in a spot right beneath his ribs. it wasn't a life threatening wound, unless infection caught a hold of him, but there was no way crow could remove the glass himself. he was going to die there, in a sharp and harsh place, and no one knew where he was. no one cared enough to want to.

//no problem <3
forgive me for any typos pls i have the same problem as you lmao

crowpaw was a stranger to pain. or, he had been until his spontaneous journey outside the river. he'd had the odd tumble or bee sting, but the small tom had never been in a situation dire enough to build his pain tolerance up to a level that could prepare him for his trip into bloodclan. maybe he should have played with the other kits more? now that he was old enough, he could see the benefits to all the play fighting he'd seen the other young cats partake in. maybe if crowpaw had done more than just watch all the time, he'd be strong enough to handle the consequences of what he'd done. thoughts like that were the ones drifting idly through his mind as he lay there on the slightly damp ground. they were hazy, like the air on a cold winter morning. almost palpable. was that water seeping into his fur? the sharp metallic smell told him it was something much more sinister. his dull eyes were unfocused, but he still had enough life left in him to notice the figure coming closer. crowpaw half expected nikolaos to walk past him, like the others had, so when he didn't the feline couldn't help but narrow his eyes almost questioningly at the other male.

his response was an order that crowpaw had no intention of disobeying. where else could he go? it was impossible for the black feline to navigate bloodclan's territory with any accuracy. the anfractuous streets were much like the dreams he'd had as a kit. confusing, seemingly spontaneous and without meaning. the walls that towered around him on all sides but one were frightening and foreign, and crowkit couldn't fathom why they existed. they didn't seem to be constructed by natural forces, but what did he know? he was barely old enough to no longer be considered a kit. there was much in life that he hadn't yet seen. he watched as the older feline left him, a new, less literal kind of coldness wracking his small form. was the bombay going to come back? perhaps his request had been nothing more than a cruel joke. he'd heard terrible things about cats from other clans, so perhaps the thought wasn't too outlandish at all.

an ache in the back of his eyes seemed intent on telling him how tired he was, and he wished he could shut everything off. he could already tell by the weakness in his legs, the heaviness of his head. he didn't need another pain to tell him that he was an idiot. pain. the same feeling that set all the nerves of his left side alight. it was growing more and more vexatious as the seconds ticked by and the adrenaline that'd protected him for so long was sifted fully from his blood. despite how non-threatening his wounds were, they invaded the entirety of his consciousness. it was soon all he could think about, and it was only then that tears glossed over his already stinging eyes. he wept softly to himself, his tears half angry and half something he couldn't quite place yet.

it continued like that for what felt like hours, but must have been nothing more than mere minutes. approaching pawsteps prompted crowpaw to open eyes he hadn't realised he had closed, and he gazed up at the almost familiar face of nikolaos. he said nothing, and neither did crowpaw, although the latter shifted slightly to allow nikolaos better access when he realised that the healer was attempting to remove the glass that'd lodged itself in his soft skin. the only indication the ex-riverclanner gave that he was in pain was the hushed but sharp breath he took as the shard was pulled from his body. a new batch of tears threatened to spill over his eyelids, but he miraculously managed to hold them back. he had to stop being weak. the sudden cool of herbs shocked him, small body jolting at the unwelcome sensation of herbs against his wound. it was a little soothing, taking away the hot pulsing, but it still stung. the feline above him was saying something, and crow started listening in time to catch the last half of nikolaos' inquiry. with that, he managed to piece together what he'd said. crowpaw didn't want to talk, but this was an important situation, he supposed. he could bring himself to talk in important situations.

"...ran away." he muttered, something akin to shame lacing his words. "i didn't know where to go," his voice was so croaky, like the frogs he'd chased when he was little. the thought would be amusing if not for the circumstances. crow didn't want to say anything more than necessary, but there was a question tugging at his mind. he hadn't smelled any scent markers during his time in the city, so he wasn't sure whether or not he was still in a clan territory. "where am i?"

crowpaw was thankful that nikolaos wasn't the talkative type. he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle someone hovering over him and asking one hundred question per minute. crowkit fell silent after uttering his hushed question, and didn't speak again even after the bloodclanner had finished patching up his wounds. he just stared blankly at nikolaos, not letting out as much as a sniffle. the herbs and cobwebs weren't exactly comfortable against the matted curls of his fur, but crowpaw wasn't one to complain. this down to earth stranger had just done him a great favour, after all.

'the city', he heard him say, and crowpaw remembered all the tales he'd heard as a kit. elders often talked of fierce city cats, who ate kits for breakfast and sharpened their claws on bone. crowpaw had always thought they were nothing more than stories told to scare kits into behaving. turns out there were such cats after all. nikolaos didn't seem all that interested in eating him, but crowpaw told himself that there was hardly anything to eat. without his fur he'd look like a walking bundle of twigs. still, somehow he doubted that was the main reason he wasn't currently being torn apart. nikolaos talked again, uttering another half-familiar name. memories of hushed conversations he'd managed to overhear flirted with the edge of his mind, just out of reach. he'd heard the name bloodclan before, although never in a good light. the scary stories he'd heard about city cats and a clan so drenched in blood they made it their namesake were one in the same, then. it all made sense in a way.

crowpaw's dull grey eyes watched as the bombay stood and paused. he was waiting for nikolaos to say something, but still flicked an ear with a sense of surprise as he did. crowpaw didn't even nod, although he managed to struggle to his paws. he felt like a floundering fish that'd just been thrown up onto the riverbank. the spikes of pain that shot through his paws as they made contact with the ground didn't help. he wasn't sure what he was doing, walking willingly into bloodclan's camp, especially as injured as he was. maybe he hoped all the other members were as kind as nikolaos had been to him, that he could find a place where he was liked despite his quietness. he limped slowly after the medic, pausing every now and then to catch his breath.

//this is terrible but i wanted to get it done + opening now!

wisteria's arrival put crowpaw on edge. he stopped walking, blank gaze locked on the new face. thankfully, nikolaos explained his presence for him so he wouldn't have to talk himself. the healer started listing names and crowpaw dipped his head in a nod as his name was mentioned. it was a little funny that clan names were so predictable. he couldn't care less what these bloodclanners called him, though. they could give him a completely new name for all he cared.

he was starting to get a little restless when taboa appeared, although he gave no indication of his growing impatience. he merely cast his gaze downwards and dipped his head in the formal sort of half-bow he'd seen clanmates preform when they greeted someone they weren't close to.

crowpaw hadn't known freya. he didn't know anyone in bloodclan, but at least he'd probably get to know them eventually. all he would ever know of freya were tales weaved from mourning mouths, snippets of hushed conversations he had no right to partake in. he was fine with that. the fluffy tom had been wandering, just as lost as he had been on his first day in the city (although a fraction less exhausted) when he came across a bundle of scents. his whiskers twitched as he picked up the herb-laced smell of nikolaos, turning to trail after the medic in the hope that he'd be able to tell crowpaw where to go. the apprentice wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be doing. proving his loyalty?

the former riverclanner finally reached his reluctant caretaker, peeking past him to look at rubin. crow was a little curious as to why all the attention in the room was shifted to the lynx point, but didn't pry. not that he could, considering he would never speak with so many people around to hear him. rubin looked only about a moon older than crowpaw. he tilted his head at the unfamiliar tom, although he remained as silent as ever.

it made him more mad than it should. he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but feeling like he was being mocked by all his fellow mute bloodclanners.

the sound of voices was what caught his attention. he'd been trying to get to know everyone, to try and avoid the pit he'd fallen into in riverclan. following voices was usually the best way to go about that. crowpaw limped over to the three and stopped, tail lashing as he stared the calico down. he watched her respond to nik's question. another mute one, huh? he wondered what her reason was. he tried to focus on what other people were saying to quell the emotions swelling behind his ribs. he sat and curled his tail around his paws, closing his eyes and inhaling. he agreed with nikolaos, things had been busy lately, especially for crow. learning to adapt in a completely new environment had been hard for him. it'd be even harder if he made needless enemies, her reminded himself. the black tom re-opened his eyes and nodded in greeting, leaving his past feelings behind him. it wasn't time for such trivial rivalries. not yet.

the tremor had dazed crowpaw, who was trying to complete the mental map of bloodclan he was forming in his mind. he was making note of a discreet little alleyway when it happened, sending the earth around him shaking and his small body to the ground with a thud. he unsheathed his claws and scraped them across the ground as if he'd be able to gain any support from the friction, and he grunted with pain as the wound on his side reopened. at least it'd give him an excuse to hover around nikolaos for a while longer. while the medic seemed to tolerate him at best, crow still felt most comfortable around the one that'd saved him. when the tremor subsided he stood on unsteady legs, shaking his head in an attempt to clear the ringing from his ears. he stumbled towards the hotel, ears pinned to his throbbing head.

the effects of the sudden event had faded by the time crow reached the others, and the only thing still bothering him was the blood seeping into the cobwebs at his side. he had other things on his mind, though, as he started to pick up bits and pieces of his acquaintances' words. nikolaos had amnesia? what if it was permanent? the small kit blinked at the healer, his eyes betraying none of the worry he felt. he only looked away to glance at ai as she mentioned a 'mister squeaky', flicking an ear at the childish words. he would have said something, if he had the right to speak. perhaps it was for the best that he didn't; he had nothing nice to say. how did the saying go? if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all? how fitting.

crowpaw was injured. apparently that wasn't enough to save him from the right of passage all new bloodclanners had to preform. he stared down his opponent, a feline that couldn't bee that much older than him. he was thankful they hadn't put him against a fully trained warrior, at least the fight would be somewhat evenly matched. there were no words between them as they crouched, silent, eyes watching for any sign of attack. the bloodclanner (their name was pebble, crowpaw remembered) was a little taller than the ex-riverclanner, long limbs and a long tail. the outline of taut muscles underneath a thin layer of fur informed crowpaw that they were probably stronger than he was too, but he wasn't disturbed. he already had a plan, after all, and victory went to the swift.

crowpaw's gaze shifted to rest on his opponent's left forepaw and his muscles bundled up as he pounced, shooting forwards towards pebble's left. right as he was about to collide with the feline he slammed his paws into the ground and swerved last second to lash out at the other's right flank. pebble was expecting an attack on the left, no doubt, because he twisted right into crowpaw's unsheathed claws and adorned his grey pelt with thin ribbons of red. while the bloodclanner was still facing the other way and recovering from the shock of crow's feint, the black furred feline threw himself to his side and slid underneath pebble's long legs, reaching up with a paw to slash as his belly as he did so. he knew this was risky, as when he emerged on the other side pebble was waiting for him, and he swiped at crowpaw's vulnerable eyes. the inferior leaped back but hissed as the other feline's claws found purchase in the thin flesh of his ear, tearing a bloody triangle from the sensitive skin. as crowpaw reeled from the attack pebble wasted no time in lunging for his throat, and the black-pelted apprentice felt his heart thud as teeth closed around his windpipe. his thick fur prevented too much damage, but the rogue was swiftly applying more pressure and crowpaw knew his air supply would be cut off before too long. he reached around to dig his claws into pebble's eyes, and batted at the larger apprentice's chest with his back paws. the tall feline hissed and dropped crow, spitting out clumps of black fur.

crowpaw didn't let go of pebble's face, and instead propelled himself off the ground with strong back legs, twisting midair to land on the bloodclanner's back. pebble bucked and crowpaw took the opportunity to kick his back legs out from underneath him, sending his opponent to the ground. he stood over they grey tabby, panting and silvery eyes narrowed. he reached down and placed his fangs over the tom's delicate spine; a warning. it wouldn't take much to preform the killing bite he'd used on prey all those times in the forest. he waited for an order to kill, or an order to let go. he didn't want to kill anyone, but he couldn't go back to the forest cats. he had to stay in bloodclan and if that meant killing, then he would kill without hesitation. starclan be damned. they'd done nothing but ignore him in the past, so now he was returning the favour. he'd slid on his injured side, splitting open the barely healed wound for the second time in a week, and his ear throbbed painfully, but he was relatively unhurt considering the outcome of the other initiations he'd witnessed.

crowpaw's watchful eyes found those of nikolaos, and he nodded again at his question. he thought he could grow to like the healer, fond of his calm disposition. he'd taken the time to notice crowpaw, to talk to him, and that was enough to make the apprentice almost happy. how odd that he found comfort in bloodclan, of all places.

he noticed wisteria shift his attention back to him and turned to maintain eye contact, catching the nod and wave of the tail. crowpaw blinked slowly, mirroring the actions after a short pause. he'd never met another mute feline before. maybe wisteria, too, wasn't worthy of words? perhaps crowpaw wasn't alone in the prison he'd constructed around himself, weaved of his brother's words and locked with a key he knew he could reach, but didn't quite want to. it was an odd feeling. bloodied white paws shifted as he looked back at nikolaos, wondering when they were going to start moving again. he could still feel his legs trembling beneath him, although the subtle movements were probably obscured from his new companions by the thick curls of black fur that fell around them.

lass was unsure what was calling her towards her father's territory. it had been eight months, but only now did she feel the need to seek out her family. she stopped, pausing on the edge of the border like water about to spill over the rim of a cup. ocean-hued eyes lay on the chimes of bone that adorned the nearby trees, and internally she couldn't help but roll her eyes. of course they had to be made of bone; the anti-clan aesthetic had to be upheld. for some reason everyone seemed to think that they'd be respected more if there was evidence that they could kill, but perhaps it was harsh of her to doubt her father's choice of decoration. for all she knew it was a cultural thing, or something along those lines. the hellhound sat down as she waited for someone to approach, alert yet calm in visage.