Posts by STAGHEART

stag is a warrior but

he's a goofball too so these two can goof around together? if loonpaw's hesitant about it stag will just be like "listen, look, i'm still a kid myself kinda, it's cool"

foxleaf

aww he sounds so sweet! dew & stag can daydream together?

tags — That night had been a restless one. It wasn't easy to sleep when one was plagued with anxiety, dread, trapped in a cycle of overthinking and worrying about the tiniest possibilities of situations that could go wrong. He had been unable to sleep for most of the night for those reasons, more focused on waiting for Tansyface and Oliveslip to make their welcomed return (in one piece) despite the eventual tiredness that began to overwhelm him. His eyes would droop to the point of shutting, and it was only at the reminder that they were due to return soon that would jolt him back into an upright position, wide awake.

Come dawn, once daylight began to break through the canopy of pine trees towering above their heads, Stagheart - in a half awake state - continued to sit in the same position as he had when the duo made their departure. Leaning against the reinforced walls of camp, whip-like tail coiled tightly around his svelte frame. Something brushed past him, a rush of paws, seconds ticking past until Stagheart realised through overwhelming exhaustion that Tansyface had made her return. She was alive, as was their medicine cat, and he watched her with dull visionaries climb the clanrock.

He wasn't quite sure whether he had wanted to hear that. That only meant that Briarstar would not be returning to them, had they failed in saving her? Guilt remerged in it's terrifying form, gnawing away at the tabby youth who continued to listen with drooped ears. Perhaps he should've accepted it from the very beginning - it seemed as though these days there was no room nor use for hope. The announcement of deputy was something that he cared little for at the moment, considering his dampened emotions, though Stagheart stuck around anyway figuring that it was important news. His bet had been placed on Firedawn, or possibly even Hornetsting now that he was back, so to hear the name Rainface...well, that was unexpected.

But the decision was welcomed. He wasn't quite sure of Rainface's exact age but he knew that she was wise enough to take the position of deputy, loyal indeed, and a caring molly. The system was no longer broken. The ranks had been filled, and StarClan would surely accept it. Weary limbs carried him forth to congratulate his friend, a light smile curving his maw upwards, shoulder bumping against shoulder. "Hey you, congrats"

tags — Ah yes, the first day of being an apprentice was always a concoction of emotions, he remembered that. Nerves, a fear of messing up or making a fool of yourself, excitement to be taken out of the territory, disappointed when you find out you won't be learning all the cool fighting moves just yet. Yet admittedly, as much as Stagheart had enjoyed training, it wasn't an experience he would go back to if given the opportunity to rewind them. Such an experience should only be lived once, else it wouldn't have much meaning to it. Cherish it whilst you still can.

As per, the diligent senior warrior was up bright and early to greet the dawn. It was perhaps his favourite time of the day, for it marked a new start, a time when life began to buzz around camp as everyone would wake up from (hopefully) a rewarding slumber. First things first: take out his apprentices for hunting practice, just before the creatures of the night would settle back into their hideouts. Stagheart stuck his head into the apprentice den, amber visionaries narrowed as they searched for the faces of his apprentices, both who he would consider friends. "Has anyone seen Dawningpaw and Callapaw?" he would ask, before his volcanic gaze would land upon a new face of the apprentice den: Budpaw. "Excited?" Stagheart smiled with warmth, knowing that the most likely answer would be 'yes'

i can make it tomorrow unless u wanna!

stag will declare himself as the protector of fox&dew if it happens. nothing ruining that relationship

i can make it tomorrow unless u wanna go ahead with it now 0:

tags — When it came to relationships, Stagheart was quite the opposite. He enjoyed letting others in, forming connections, getting close to others and creating bonds that would hopefully last for the remainder of their lives. Loneliness was not something that he ever wished for, consider it even a fear, maybe, that one day he would have no one left beside him, friend or family. Yet his openness could be considered his own weakness. It came with a youthful naivety - though improved since Bishop's attack, he was still somewhat oblivious to the fact that there were some cats out there who took pride in using and manipulating others.

Stagheart noticed the crowd of apprentices, and despite his rank of senior warrior, he wished to join in on the conversation. After all, it had not been long since he had moved out of the apprentice den, so in a way he still considered himself as 'one of them' especially considering his kid-at-heart nature. The long-legged tom would stroll over with a lazy smile drawn across his tanned facial features, a wave of his whip-like tail greeting the trio. "Considering yourself lucky, then" he spoke towards Winterpaw, having heard Ptarmiganpaw's question before arriving. Then, to no one in particular, Stagheart would add "It stinks! You can hardly breathe when something's burning nearby, and if it's really bad your eyes go all watery"

tags — Stagheart couldn't help but pick up on the slight tension lingering in the air, which he figured would make the spar all the more interesting to spectate. He wasn't necessarily interested in combat per say but when one put passion into it then it certainly made a fascinating spectacle, especially between two - what he imagined to be - experienced warriors. Brother and sister, no less. That being said he didn't see the problem in abandoning his duties for a few moments, long limbs carrying him over on casual strides towards the scene as the spar began to break out. It appeared as though others had already gathered, a good number of witnesses, perhaps also expecting something engrossing to take place. Hornetsting made the first move with a classic paw shove, Stagheart's carefully narrowed visionaries watching the alabaster male launch forward towards Crowsleep, already absorbed and anticipating her comeback.

tags — Well, that was certainly unexpected. She didn't even look pregnant, though he supposed that was either because he wasn't paying enough attention or she wasn't at that stage yet where the belly would...stretch out, much to his subtle disgust. Did it not hurt when the bulge formed? How did the skin go back to its former place? What did it feel like to have wriggling forms inside you and kicking at your sides? Such thoughts made him shudder, grateful too that he had been born a tom who would never have to go through the burden (or gift) of pregnancy, yet he supposed the end result was worth it.

He also couldn't help but wonder who had sired Rainface's kittens - faces from his memory flickering through his thoughts - but that was probably a private matter not worth investigating. It wasn't his business anyway, so he wouldn't question the new deputy. "Congratulations" Stagheart purred fondly upon coming up to the silvery femme's side, gently bumping her on the shoulder. "I look forward to seeing them!"

tags — Hm, kits. He was mentally too young to sire any of his own, with no current interest in becoming a father, so truth be told Stagheart often saw them as younger siblings of his...or little friends, such as Tanglekit and her sister. Or much rather, Tanglepaw and her sister, as it was now. There were pros and cons when it came to hanging out with the troublesome youngsters of the clan. Often they made his duty of repairing the nursery roof and reinforcing the walls much harder, seeing his presence as nothing but an opportunity to practice their ambushing skills and gnaw on his tail as if they were beavers. On the bright side, they could be good fun most of the time, matching his energy with their own when the older warriors no longer had the capacity to do so. Stagheart was still young, especially in comparison to his warrior peers, assuming they wouldn't want to play with him because games were a thing of the past.

So it came to a surprise when Crowsleep brought up the offer of a game, though he supposed she had only done so because the kits would like it. Doekit and Stormkit, their youngest members, therefore by the default the ones to watch out for. At their age curiosity was a powerful yet dangerous force - he knew that from his own experience as a child, and curiosity had indeed been the reason behind his brother's gruesome death. To most kits, the concept of danger was unheard of. Or not much of a priority to look out for. Lengthy legs carried the fallow-hued tabby over towards the group, whip-like tail gently swaying side-to-side until he came to a halt by Winterpaw's side. "Yeah, what game?" Stagheart echoed Doekit, glancing towards Crowsleep with a non-existent brow raised in suspicion. It better be mossball, I'm good at that.

tags — Well, this was a sight he had never expected nor imagined to stumble across. Brindlepaw- no, Brindlemist, fooling around like a kit shackled to the nursery. He had never assumed the normally earnest molly to hold a playful, perhaps childish side to her, but it came across as a welcomed surprise. Maybe he did not know her as well as he thought he did, a subtle embarrassment washing over him as a result of his own judgment. Regardless, whether this was just a momentary fluke or a side of her that would make a more common appearance come the following days, Stagheart was interested to see as to how it would play out.

From what he gathered, she was emulating voices. First what he assumed to be Tansystar, her mother, and now Winterpaw. He couldn't help but crack the amused smile that had been begging to push through, nicked ears twitching jovially at Brindlemist's imitation of the new apprentice. "That's good" the tall youth complemented sincerely with a slight shrug of his broadened shoulders, casually taking a seat a few mouse-lengths away from the duo to continue playing as witness to the spectacle. "Can you do my voice?" It was more out of interest whether she could do it or not, rather than finding out what he sounded like to her.

tags — His first time navigating through the forest at six moons had felt as though someone had picked him up by the tail and dropped in a maze full of nothing but dead ends. He had always expected the forest to be confusing at first, with its lack of landmarks considering every tree looked pretty much the same, but not that overwhelming. That being said, it had admittedly taken him a while before Stagheart was confident in roaming their land without his mentor by his side, taking the time to familiarise himself with potential beacons that could tell him just how far out from camp he was, or how close he was to a notable part of their territory such as the carrionplace. Though...with that one, smell was an indicator.

So, he assumed that Winterpaw was still trying to familiarise himself with his new home. Was it a stark contrast to SkyClan's territory? They resided in a forest too, right? Though perhaps with taller trees, and less mud. Stagheart watched the newly-joined apprentice for a few momentary seconds, waiting for him to do something, and when the other took a seat he decided that it was time to show himself. "Lost?" the pale tabby spoke after crawling out from the undergrowth, a light-hearted smile painting his sun-kissed face. "It took me a while to get used to as well. Every tree looks the same at first but eventually you'll be able to differentiate"

tags — Truth be told, Stagheart hadn't noticed Brindlemist's presence until he heard the faint clattering of a stone bouncing against the ground, his gaze averting to the bushes where between the gaps he could spot a faint concoction of brown and ginger hues. It was a common occurrence to bump into clanmates who were also out patrolling, so the long-legged tabby had not been startled by her seemingly sudden appearance. He began to wonder why she was out in their territory alone, but then again the same question applied to him and he simply assumed that they were outside of camp for the same reasons. He could be wrong about that assumption, however - it wasn't as if he knew the molly well.

Yet it appeared that she hadn't recognised him, perhaps due to his position in the wind, scent blowing in the opposite direction. Under usual circumstances Stagheart would regard this as an opportunity to sneak up on her, but he wasn't in a particularly playful mood today, most likely due to current events dampening his mood. Besides, Brindlemist didn't appear to be one who appreciated surprises. Again, he could be wrong.

"Just me" he decided to call out, blowing his own cover and emerging from his hidden position in the dense undergrowth. She seemed frustrated - by what, he didn't know - or maybe burdened by something, amber stare briefly looking over her well-muscled frame before landing upon the stone, the victim of Brindlemist's anger. "What has the stone done to you?" Of course, a joke had to be thrown into the conversation every now and then. It wasn't something that could be helped, in most situations at least. "Correct me if I'm wrong but you don't look very happy." A momentary pause. "Not that there's much to be happy about, anyway"

tags — Exhaustion didn't normally get to the long limbed boy, most likely because he had never been told to walk this far in his fifteen moons of living within ShadowClan boundaries. Or, well, former boundaries as they were now, a territory left behind and most likely never to be inhabited by them again. That was what probably haunted him the most, knowing that the memories that had been formed there were abandoned, that a place once called 'home' was now shadowed by unknown forces of evil. He wondered what would've happened had they stayed, but that wasn't something Stagheart was willing to explore with his imagination. He didn't wish to know, really, nor did he wish to find out. It was better to be safe than sorry, as much as he despised drastic change. Change was stressful, albeit necessary.

Passing through an area occupied by twolegs was daunting. He didn't trust them, rightfully so, keeping close to the ground with the bristling tawny fur along his back flattened against his spine. Nicked ears flicked with irritation every so often, his volcanic gaze darting around their surroundings. Maybe it was an innate fear, to be scared of the open. He supposed that didn't apply to WindClan cats, but already Stagheart was missing the safety of the dense undergrowth that ShadowClan were known for using to their advantage. Doekit piped up with yet another question, and silently Stagheart prayed to himself that both she and her sister would not get involved in any antics. "I still wouldn't trust them" he mumbled in response - hangry, tired, annoyed. It wasn't a practical answer, more-so an opinion that no one had asked for, but the senior warrior spoke up anyway.

tags — Considering the abundance of volunteers Crowsleep had at her call he saw no reason to speak up. Truth be told, he was relieved at that, far too tired and distracted to go looking for herbs despite their importance. Ptarmiganpaw and Rainface, despite her pregnancy, were reliable workers themselves. Out of boredom he would kick a pebble and watch it bounce lazily ahead of his path, before giving it a kick once again and repeating the action over and over until it tumbled away from his reach. Eh, whatever, he'd find another pebble.

Or there was no need to, with Obsidianstone's sudden presence. He wasn't the most colourful of companies but anyone would be good to talk to at this point, to pass the time, converse on more brighter topics other than how they were all abandoning their beloved home for reasons unknown. A nicked ear twitched at the tease, a feeble smile briefly flashing across his previously frowning lips. "Sure feels like it" Stagheart muttered in response, broad shoulders rolling back into a more relaxed position. "Up for a hunt, later? I think the elders are getting hungry too and that means Boulderbelly's going to start doing...you-know-what"

tags — Today they left home, a place that had been many of their childhood cocoons, with a love for their homes so large that for now they could only bury this pain and hope to deal with it later. There was certainly a sadness in leaving a place of strong love, a place where fond memories grew as fast the clovers in the grass. He knew that he would savour each memory so vehemently that they would almost live once more. Right now it was their time to depart, to make the changes and the sacrifices that were necessary for the safety of their clans. Stagheart only hoped that they had interpreted the signs correctly and were not simply walking to their own graves.

Each time the lightning struck with a vicious screech he couldn't help but flinch with unease, the tawny fur along his spine flattened and bristling with uncertainty, nicked ears flattened upon a well-shaped cranium. Lantern eyes pranced around the moving crowd, a potion of moods - some were as frightful as he was, others were either excited for the move or simply putting on a brave face by distracting themselves. The long-limbed youth figured he should do the same, perhaps seek out Honeypaw amidst the herd of felines fleeing west, but loyalty to his own clan told Stagheart to stay where he was. Near the back of the ShadowClan patrol, sauntering at the same pace of Crowsleep who also remained in silence, his narrowed gaze of amber cautiously watching Doekit and Ptarmiganpaw run off to socialise.

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she can go ahead and pester stag as much as she likes but he'll give her a free pass bc she is Cute™

friends with stag? 0: he's significantly younger than her and from shadowclan so maybe she could pass down some of her wisdom if she's the type to do that!

tags — maybe these two could develop a strong friendship over a while? they're similar in age and both esfj personalities so they could get along quite well maybe 0:

tags — friends over time with stagheart? they could get to know each other during the move n compare their experiences as senior warriors or smth, then over time reveal their insecurities to one another once they're at that friendship stage? his aren't physical so perhaps they could help one another in dealing with their own insecurities