PAFP FAMILY LINE [ questions about thunderclan ]

[DREAMPAW]

(𓆩✧𓆪) dreampaw's spent the majority of his life in shadowclan, but his heart will always have a special place in his mother's kingdom. thunderclan is where he was born, where he spent his formative moons before he was sent to live with his father. he returns there every moon or so, to visit, to be sure his mother is doing well and her clan are thriving. when he was a kit, the boy had asked naively why mama and papa couldn't just live together. if they were in love, why not combine the clans? both parents had given him a brief overview of their history, but he has always longed to know more.

there are cats in thunderclan who scoff at his shadowclan blood, and, likewise, cats in shadowclan who sneer every time he returns from visiting his mother. there looks of distaste, their mutterings, get to him, itch under his skin. he has no idea why there is hostility between the two. today, dreampaw decides it is time to find out. he deserves to know, he reasons, as the prince of two kingdoms. glowing magenta eyes flick about camp, observing shadowclan as it thrives amongst the early signs of leaf-fall. his fellow apprentices lounge outside their den, paws stretched out and tongues smoothing fur ruffled from training. likewise, the clan's warriors settle in for a cool evening, sharing tongues amongst themselves. a pelt of rusted pitch stands out, poison green eyes glowing from a corner where the night guard sits by a group of his fellows. mothbite - a staunch dissenter of thunderclan/shadowclan relations, a cat who has always eyed him with some emotion dreampaw does not yet recognize.

standing, the young apprentice pads towards the night guard, ignoring his fellow apprentices' questions about his actions. mothbite swallows his prey, then continues his mutterings with his peers. "... thunderclan border... juniperstar... annoying like always..." dreampaw catches snippets as he approaches, and his tail flicks irritably. "why do you not like thunderclan?" he asks bluntly, standing before the tomcat with narrowed eyes. "no cat will tell me why we're not one clan anymore. i want to know," staring down the tom, it's clear the boy will not leave until he gets answers. "what's wrong with my mom, huh?"

ACROSS MY FAMILY LINE 𓆩✧𓆪 GOD, I HAVE MY FATHERS EYES

• // @Mothbite sorry this is so late " #e9af74"
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• DREAMKIT 𓆩✧𓆪 HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN. 07 MOONS, MENTORED BY HALFSHADE, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a longhaired chocolate spotted tabby with low white and orange eyes. silky chocolate fur cascades in waves across his boxy frame, darker dapples giving him his tabby pelt. creamy white splashes his paws, belly, tail tip, and muzzle, freckling across his face. the hue of a crackling fire sparkles from narrow sockets.

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[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttOne of these days, Mothbite will learn to watch his tongue."Ach, Dreampaw!" He'd just come back from leading a patrol towards the Thunderclan border, and was complaining about it to his clanmates. Thunderclan cats were on edge after what happened to Juniperstar, which Mothbite felt was fair enough, but did they have to be so annoying about it? He could feel their eyes boring into him as soon as he was within ten foxlengths of the thunderpath.

indentttHe raises a brow at the huffing and puffing apprentice. "Man, they haven't told you anything, huh?" Mothbite can't help but feel bad for the kid. Being left in the dark about all this bad blood has got to be confusing. But why is it Mothbite's job to tell him? Sablestar should have done it by now. "Nnghh... fine, but if don't start crying or anything, okay?"

indenttt"We used to live together at fourtrees, right? As a colony, not a clan." Back then, the clans were less than an inkling in their minds. "Fray, our leader, died. The guy who was supposed to step up to lead, Hawthorne, was to busy moping to take charge. Everyone got mad at him, cuz..." His skinny shoulders sag, weighed down by heavy memories. "I mean, we were starving. There was hardly anything to eat. Sable - that's your dad - wanted to lead, so he could start to fix things."

indentttMothbite averts his gaze from Dreampaw's eyes, so much like those of his mother. "So we thought we'd... scare Hawthorne, a little. Teach him a lesson, show him he's unfit to lead." His voice quiets, and his mouth goes dry. "Nobody was supposed to die. But cats on both sides died anyways. A lot of them." Silence hangs in the air after the admission. "We got blamed for it, of course. Thunderclan drove us out of the forest, and now we live here." His white paw digs into the mud, for emphasis.

indentttMothbite is often the first to jump to the defense of their marshland home, but even he misses the forest sometimes. He's tired of cleaning mud out of his fur. He'd like to sleep in a den where rain doesn't leak through at least three times a moon. Even though he likes the taste of frog, he'd give it all up to eat rabbit again, one last time. Shadowclan had drawn the short straw, and gotten stuck with the worst territory, by far.

indentttshaky, uneven breaths leave Mothbite's maw, as he allows the heavy emotion to drain out of him. The miasma of death from the battle still follows him to this day, despite his efforts to brush it off. "That's it. That's why we keep fighting, now." He sighs.

indenttt"Nothing is wrong with your mom, Dreampaw. She's one of the more tolerable ones. I'm sure she loves you very much."

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[Grayflight]

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Grayflight can't help but sympathize with the poor apprentice. He certainly wasn't the only one with blood across the Clan lines, even Grayflight had a sister in ThunderClan! But he'd been a fully grown cat when their family had split. It was far easier as an adult to part ways with family than to live with parents on either side of a deliberately drawn border. And he held no hatred towards his sister for the decision to leave, but not all families made such an amicable split.

He hated to admit that Mothbite had a point - while Grayflight wished that things could be more at ease between the neighboring Clans, their creation was fraught. Some, like himself, had managed to forgive and forget, but for others, there were wounds that went far deeper.

"Pardon for interrupting," he mewed softly, padding up to the pair. "It's a matter of unfortunate circumstance, as Mothbite said. Not everyone's wounds are healing quickly, and there's a lotta resentment on both sides." He tilted his head and looked down to Dreampaw.

"I'm sure folks weren't saying things to you 'cause they know you're in a different situation than most of us. You've young and your parents are on different sides. But you're not alone in that sorta divide, you know?"

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BIO

ShadowClan Thief
58 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Though not a question that comes up too often, Dreampaw is not the first to question the strained relationship between ThunderClan and ShadowClan. Though the warrior is a loudmouth, it hadn't been him running his mouth this time. Rather, Mothbite was muttering sharp comments about their neighbors across the thunderpath, and Bluegale is parting his jaws to agree when Dreampaw stops him short. He clacks his mouth shut stupidly. Unable to relate as others do. Bluegale's only kin had chosen the right side of the war, and he supposes for that alone he is fortunate.

His clanmates bide their words. They step around the subject. They are not interested in stepping on Dreampaw's toes, so to speak. But Bluegale, unfortunately, is lacking in the awareness department. "Mothbite is right on the history part," he butts in, eyes flitting to the night guard "But it's ThunderClan's fault they wanted to start a war over something that was a personal matter." Bluegale shrugs simply. He does not resent any cat of ThunderClan, but he sure as hell isn't going to grant them any concessions for following Juniperstar's stupidly moral highgrounding ass or her attack dogs. Mothbite had put it gently enough, but Bluegale finds it important to add: "If Hawthorne had just stepped up when he was supposed to, your mom wouldn't have been put in the position she was."

He tips his head to one side, as if thinking over his own position on the matter for a long moment. Truthfully, there wasn't much else to be said. Truthfully... It wasn't like he had given it much thought before now anyhow. Still, Bluegale remains resolute in his stance. Sablestar had acted out of necessity for the good of them all, and Hawthorne had been too weak to lead anyway; paralyzed by his own grief, like a heartsick fool. Not even his mate grieved Hawthorne the way he grieved his own ailing father. "I suppose..." he concludes slowly, clicking his tongue thoughtfully "Well, none of it is Juniperstar's fault. It's just an unfortunate circumstance."

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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan warrior who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 43 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently has no apprentice, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.

 

[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

He listens to Dreampaw's question and wonders what grief tastes like: he imagines it is bitter and unfulfilling a meal, something that lingers but never satisfies. Sorrow that comes without warning moons after the wound was made, that kind of infection was dangerous he knew. Cicadabuzz told him sometimes things stayed under the skin and there was nothing they could do to fix it because until it began to cause pain, there was nothing to mend. He could give plants to stop shivers, to ease pain, to aid queens, but he did not know what helped hearts that ached in ways unrelated to something physical. Magpiepaw remains perched on the edge of the hollow tree, twin violet eyes gazing out past the drooping willow tree branches and he does not join the conversation. ThunderClan was full of vipers, they nestled coiled around his mother and bit anyone who dared got close and Juniperstar did not see it. Or maybe they did, maybe she knew the reek of blood in her clan was smothering. He thinks of Serpentberry's teeth stained red, he thinks of his mentor's crumpled form - the image shifts and its Hawkstar standing over Juniperstar instead. Always red. Always too bright for where it bleeds. He wishes the world was soft, he questions why Littlepaw wants to linger here when there is nothing but misery.
The black and white apprentice half turns to dip his head back into the den and look away.

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I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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