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  • lawn knives + open, waking up from coma


    The deaf tom's ears flattened against his cranium in distaste for the crowd of people beginning to form around him. It was understandable, as even in a bad mood he couldn't deny that perhaps some had been worried for his well being, but he hadn't anticipated the nasty scar over his face. How could they stand to look at him? Deep inside, he knew that he was being melodramatic, that nobody was going to scoff or sneer at him over a scar, but he couldn't help but despise the marking. It wasn't even from an important battle, protecting his Clan. It was from being knocked out in a rockslide. That wasn't heroic or cool!


    Hollowpaw's bond was his only form of comfort, familiar and safe. Ever since it had been formed, he had embraced it as best as he could after the initial shock, and Hollowpaw had proved to become one of his most valued friends. She had to. They were connected now. Yes. He reassured her through their connection, offering her a nod of his head. He raised a paw to his eyes, wiping at the liquid sadness that rolled down his cheeks.


    When he noticed Rainpaw, he shied away. They couldn't see him like... Like this. Sick and ugly. He curled his tail over his paws, as if trying to make himself smaller, collapsing in on himself. He did offer the other apprentice a soft smile, though it was a bit strained due to his warring thoughts of self-deprecation in his head.


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  • plot with aster like version 2000000


    im too lazy to dig up his other plot threads and anyways i like freshness


    asterpaw here is pretty much darkclan's resident hermit. he views himself as not enough, starclan's little mistake, and now ugly because of a nasty scar down his face due to a rockslide-- therefore, he pretty much isolates himself in the medicine cat's den, only leaving to get food and if somebody needs his assistance and can't come to the medicine den. however, he's extremely kind hearted, and does his job extraordinarily well. he likes making friends despite his depression and lack of good communication, and he also gets flustered very easily, pretty much crushing on anybody that doesnt beat him up right on the spot. he's bi if anybody is interested in that! :~)


    he's open to:

    - friends

    - enemies (hard to make)

    - trying to teach y/c herbs

    - comfort sessions maybe

    - short-term love plots

    - one-sided crushes (y/c crushing on him or him crushing on y/c)


    iffy about:

    - long-term love plots


    closed to:

    - litters of any kind

    - getting fucked up tbh


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  • lawn knives + open, waking up from coma


    Food. He should have anticipated being brought food after his days of not eating, knocked out in the medicine cat's den. Asterpaw's stomach roiled at the thought of digesting anything, the nausea too great. He didn't want to eat. He couldn't eat. But... Silentpaw had brought him this. His dear sibling. They had been at odds for so long now... He couldn't reject his food.


    He gave a wobbly purr that Silentpaw couldn't hear, but could perhaps feel the vibrations, and pressed his nose to the white tom's nose in thanks. He sucked in a deep breath before dipping his head down, biting into the mouse he had been brought. His stomach revolted, but he managed to swallow it, then offered the muscular apprentice a grin.


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  • silent is the night [ aster + silent ]


    //sorry for the late reply guys, been busy with hawaii preparations!


    Asterpaw had always been insecure about his lack of hearing. It was hinderance-- It had stopped him from becoming a warrior, protecting his Clan from harm. He had never truly been super excited about being a warrior anyways, even when Lilystar had tried to make things easier when he was her apprentice, but still. The option was oh so sweet when you couldn't have it. While Silentpaw was strong and had adjusted to things, and Asterpaw himself was a fast learner, he had always been the weaker of the two. Frailer. So he turned to a life of medicine.


    This came along with the inability to speak. Kits picked up words from speech-- Listening to their parents and others speak is what taught the young to talk and communicate. All that came out of Asterpaw's maw was too-loud squeaks and cries. Every noise he made was too loud, his lack of hearing preventing him from being able to control his volume.


    Snapped out of his reverie, it was his run to the food pile where he saw Bonepaw and Silentpaw. Bonepaw looked hurt. No injuries but... The small medicine cat apprentice rushed over on quick paws, then went to help support Silentpaw in lifting the other apprentice.


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  • what i would do [ open ] to take away this fear of being loved


    Bleeding. Bleeding was simple to remedy, depending on the deepness of the injury and how fast the blood was flowing out of the wound. But it was clear to Asterpaw when he arrived, cobwebs and other herbs clamped tightly between his jaws, that this was no ordinary injury. This was no scratch, no cut.


    There was no time to think about how ugly he was, no time to think anything self-deprecating. He pushed the cats crowded around Hopekit aside, his face blank except for calm determination as he set to work. Marigold was mashed between sharp teeth before being smeared on to the gashes, cobwebs quick to be pressed. He gestured to the others to press down on the cobwebs, hep him apply pressure.


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