Posts by SILKPAW ?

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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


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    No longer a kit, yet without a mentor. The odd in-between moment, like a single breath on the way to adulthood.


    The thick banded silver marbled tabby had scaled the tree closest to the warrior den, lounging across the lowest branch and dangling one of her black paws over the edge as her golden eyes watched the coming and goings beneath her. It was easier, up here. The feline loathed to speak a single word of small-chat, and it seemed that was all anyone ever did. Her banded tail curled incessantly in the air, the white tip flicking out and swirling like smoke rising in the air.


    But her real intent in climbing the tree here, as opposed to closer to the apprentice den where she would usually wander about was to figure out who she wanted as mentor. After all, at a certain point one must take initiative.


    Granted, it would eventually require her to be sociable. Her white tipped ears angled to the side for a moment, the smallest frown playing about her mouth before the emotion across her face melted away. With any luck, she would find a mentor who she not only tolerated but would enjoy working with. Then it wouldn't be a chore to engage with them.



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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


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    Curious.


    It looked as if her sister had put herself out there, for whatever reason. Probably because she doesn't feel socialized enough among her own family, she pointed out to herself and she almost rolled her eyes. Yes, it probably didn't help a bubbly personality like Winterpaw that her littermate's prefered method of interaction included absolute silence unless the subject concerned an analytical topic or else possessed more meat than the general niceties.


    Still, Silkpaw supposed this offered the opportunity to observe the behaviors of her clanmates. She yawned, stretched, and exited the apprentice den, cutting a black shadow through the snow until she was seated near Winterpaw and their younger brother Ghostkit.



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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


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    Ooooh, can I play? Silkpaw is totally Tom Riddle




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    Hello ~ new member of the ghostkit family :P



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    Apprentice
    - Silkpaw (mentored by none)


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    //Excited to be part of the family :)


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    Why thank you! I'm quite excited. I've always loved Shadowclan.
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    Being so preoccupied on her observation of warriors, Silkpaw all but ignored the tiny little thing that wandered around below her until the kitten began shouting up at her. A much more violent jerk seized her tail, the wisp of white at the end dancing about in the air. She turned her golden gaze onto the little creature, noting with some interest that it's legs were oddly short--even for a kitten. Some sort of defect, perhaps? But it could move about just fine.


    It took her a second to parse out the gobbledygook coming out of the thing's mouth though. Mother said ladies shouldn't climb so high? Perhaps she should find this kitten's mother and tell her to teach her young to mind their own business. Still, she supposed it couldn't be this kitten's fault entirely. If this mother hadn't taught her manners...


    She cleared her throat, her lip curling as she spoke in a even halting whisper that none-the-less would reach the kitten, "Your mother also ought to have told you it's rude to tell those older than you what they shouldn't do."


    //Haha, minkkit's adorable! Pity Silkpaw doesn't like kits very much :P


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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


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    At this, Silkpaw narrowed her golden eyes. It was one thing for the kitten to tell her to be careful, another for one of her own elders. And it wouldn't do well to be a hypocrite, now would it? Her intention from this vantage point had been to observe and calculate without undo interference. But it seemed that others were far more concerned for her well-being than she had expected. Perhaps when she was a warrior that concern would vanish, or at the very least when she demonstrated her capability.


    Silkpaw rose on her branch, coiled her legs and dropped from the branch. She landed with a soft flump in a patch of snow beneath, before taking one step toward the two others and carefully brushing snowflakes from her marbled pelt. "My apologies," she offered to the warrior. "I will not disregard such warnings so easily." She dipped her head slightly, though her golden eyes revealed no mockery in the action.





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    I'll track as well :P
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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


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    She noticed at once the shift in the kitten's body-posture, the way she turned stepped back from the warrior and considered him with might be called disgust. How interesting. And yet, not interesting enough to warrant her full attention. Although it was impossible to truly ignore the little she-cat when she blathered on and on.


    The comment on the appearance of the tom was... amusing. One corner of Silkpaw's lips tilted up, the shadow of a smile. She was actually far more interested in what the warrior made of a statement like that. Would he be flattered, affronted, or embarrassed? She guessed it would be a gruff rebuttal, hiding embarrassment. After all, hunkamuffin wasn't a term usually heard in polite conversation. Who exactly was this kit's mother to be saying such things? Though judging from the way the kitten had reacted to her earlier words of rudeness, she was just honestly clueless in regards to social manners.


    Great, now that she'd jumped down from her tree she was being drawn into small-talk. Her white tipped tail curled rather violently again. "Silkpaw," she replied, still polite.


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    Haha, I think most of them are all ghostkit's family :P
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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


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    Huh. No reaction. The movement of her tail eased, some of the fluidity returning to it. She always enjoyed being surprised. Well, enjoy probably wasn't the right word. Pleased? Even that didn't sit quite right upon her tongue. The emotion was much softer than that, a bare whisper of enjoyment. Content. She would have to settle for that, until she found a word that sounded right in her bones.


    Snakehiss. She found herself wondering if he had an apprentice yet. Even if he did not, he might not be entirely open to the idea. It was hard to tell, at the moment. And she had not presented the best first impression.





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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


    //omg minkkit


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    Her sister was one of the few felines around that she didn't mind conversing with. Probably because the she-cat had realized Silk's distaste for pointless small talk. "One does what one must when looking for a mentor," Silkpaw replied simply, though her ears angled to the side at the mention of a crowd. It wasn't the amount of people so much as the incessant noise they brought with them. "Have you found one, yet?"


    Out of the corner of her eye, the little she-kit was behaving oddly. What was she--oh. Her tail moved in accordance with her moods, not entirely of her own choice, but somehow she had also found beauty in the way it flickered and waved in the air behind her. But this minkkit hadn't stopped staring at it since she'd landed. And then, as she had turned to speak to her sister, the kitten pounced. It was only in the kitten's grasp for a moment before Silkpaw whipped it out of her claws, her whole posture stiffening. "What. Are. You. Doing?" she asked, calm, though each word punctuated with a distinct sharpness.


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    So yeah, this is my newest character, first shadowclan bby, and I have so much muse for her I'm kinda surprised. She's just an apprentice right now, and I do have some interesting plans for when she's an adult (if you know who her profile pic that's a bit of a clue) but in the meantime she needs excitement!


    She's not open to kits atm but feel free to attempt to romance her. Course, she's not easily swayyed, haha. She also needs a mentor eventually. atm the only warrior she's even met is Snakehiss who she probably wouldn't hate having as a mentor (hint* hint*) Also, no maiming or killing, but otherwise I'm very interesting in plots and also in general, getting to know the rest of the clan!


    Also, I'd be down with an uber advanced thread/with plot. She's got the muse for it.





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    Purrrrfect


    Oh yeah, I could just PM raggedstar--I'll do that then :) I'll post with her joining that thread as well.
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    Tracking and chortling to myself


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    [size=7pt]Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?


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    To be perfectly honest, Silk knew little of the matter regarding Butterflysong. She'd heard the meeting of course, a silent shadow, hovering in the darkness beneath her favorite tree--one with lots of wide branches to watch from overhead at all sorts of heights-- her darkly marbled pelt a mark of beauty against the shadowed snow and her ever curling white tipped tail.


    Still, she watched, listening as the leader brought her crimes before them all and proceeded to exile her from the rest of the clan. She wondered, a tickle of curiosity in her paws if the cat had indeed been honest. A prophecy from Starclan, after all. But even if she had, it was a personal prophecy. And while those dark clouds might be obstacles to her dream, it didn't necessarily mean she'd ever achieve it. Did the prophecy declare she would become Medicine Cat? Or had it simply told her what stood in her way? And dark clouds, well, those could be entire groups of felines--not necessarily just one.


    Clearly the feline hadn't thought this through. One should really know that prophecies are littered with double meanings.


    But she had hopped to be apprenticed this meeting. She looked up at Raggedstar, wondering if today would be the day.





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    Haha, I found this and figured I'd post a tracker-jacker


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    Oh geeze, Silkpaw would be so interested in Dark Forest training. She's a Shadowclan apprentice though.


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    Oh man, I can see Silkpaw eventually taking Minkkit under her wing and teaching her manners and kinda manipulating the hell out of her XD



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