i like the devil | PEAFOWLPAW

[Magpiepaw]

He'll learn your face by heart

BUT YOU'LL BE IN BLACK & WHITE IN HIS EYES

This place was deemed safe enough by his father that he found himself wandering just a little ways away from the group of visiting ShadowClanners, violet eyes wide as he struggled to bounce on his already unsteady limbs to see over the tall grass that practically smothered him. His attention was too focused on seeing over the grass he neglected the ground at his feet and a sudden dip in the earth tossed him forward into a hollow burrow where he landed nose first and tail up. Magpiepaw sneezed as his nostrils clogged with grit and debris, head lifted and shaking violently from side to side. The black kitten's paws clambered under him to push him up an he glance around the small hole he had found himself in before attempting to crawl back out to no avail - the effort of lifting himself while he swayed unsteadily from side to side was too much, his back legs didn't want to offer their aid currently and he was left to the whims of his own cumbersome body. With a disgruntled huff his head bobbed as he considered options, settling on the tried and true method of all kits: calling for your parent.
"Papaaaaaaa! Papa, I fell!" Had he wandered too far? Was Sablestar nearby still or would he have to wait forever to see if he could get his wayward limbs to obey him and get himself out?
He settled down slowly to sit, long plume of a tail looping over his paws as he glowered at the ground, violet gaze narrowed - sometimes he wished he could just walk like a normal cat.

In the flick of a feather, he flies to your side

MAGPIEKIT

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

The whole clan thing sounded like the ramblings of a mad cat, but Peafowlpaw went along with it. He played the part, he learned the names, and he got by by simply living life. It wasn't until other clans started emerging that Peafowlpaw began to wonder when he stopped finding this life weird. The ebb and flow of it as natural as the sun setting and the moon rising.
Barn life was so relaxed, would he have gotten bored as he aged and left and bumped into one of these clans instead himself? Would he have winded down and been a lot more lax and lazy? He didn't know about that, but he did know he liked himself now, here. This felt right.

From the blandness of the camp, Peafowlpaw wandered out into the plains with a yawn; turning his attention towards a spot in the distance he'd been keeping a curious golden eye on.
Those outsiders were still here, talking to Dustystar and a few others. He…didn't know how to approach. Maybe he wasn't supposed to? It was awkward. It was new. It was one thing when it was just them, Windclan, but were there rules for talking to other clans? Was it only leaders, or adults who talked to other clans?
Peafowlpaw sat down with a huff, subconsciously hunched forward as he squinted at the group from afar, as if struggling to see them clearly. Itching to know what was going on.
Maybe…maybe he'd ask Nutmegpurr for advice for the next time these cats came along. She'd know. Probably.
Whatever.
His eyes opened and closed slowly as his dark pelt pulled in the soothing warmth of the sun. Thoughts and concerns of how to handle clan politics leaving him in exchange for considerations of a nap.

Instead, the smallest pitch of a cry reached his tall ears, barely audible over the insects buzzing. Peafowlpaw's head lifted, and he searched. Waiting for it to sound again. Waiting for confirmation he wasn't hearing things.
What if one of their kits escaped? Were they old enough for that? Did he want to risk it not being the case? He stood, groaned, and made a quick hustle out into the fields.
A trait he always took for granted was his size. Peafowlpaw steadily outgrew his immediate peers and given another moon, he'd likely meet adults at eye level. He would navigate the fields with ease, but they were still a vast sea and sight of the horizon didn't mean you could see everything beneath it. "I'm comin', I'm comin', shout again, could you?" He called.
…No one was out here searching for a lost kit but him. Who was out here?

At the sound of another yowl, Peafowlpaw would close in, and upon peeking down into the burrow, his triumphant smile faltered. "You're… not one of ours. Who're you?" He was hesitant. A stranger in a non dire situation, for all he could assess. just get out of the hole, idiot "You're the one callin', yeah? You alright?"

on my mind and ∅ with me all the time

• "speech" thoughts
  

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• peafowlpaw he/him, windclan, seven moons, 10.13.24
  ∅ long haired blue smoke chimera with bright amber yellow eyes
  comically large, fluffy ears and a long tail with black striped markings
  maine coon genetics
  always smiling. ever optimistic
  ∅ mentored by Maremane
  ∅ adopted brother of Nutmeg and Meadow
  ∅ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ∅ penned by idola / / tag @.idola appreciated
  

 

[Magpiepaw]

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

Violet eyes meet gold as the kits head turned upward, pupils dilating as he gazed at the outline of a cat's head peering down, the sun haloing fur the color of peat moss and burnt trees - he squints at the outline of golden sun bracketing individual strands of fur and leaving the cat above him looking as if they were melting into the sky, "I'm Magpiepaw, I'm from ShadowClan. Papa said I could look around and I fell. Did you know your territory is full of holes?" He stumbles upright, pitching from side to side as his equilibrium is thrown off and he places a paw against the dirt wall to brace himself as he sits back on his haunches, there was a scent of fresh grass and morning mist to the newcomer, it reeked of open fields and green plants and didn't remind him of anything he had scented before, "You're a WindClanner, do you all glow like that." His voice broke as he coughed, bits of dirt and grit still in his nose and teeth and he turned his head to spit a little, dribbling dirty strands of saliva on the ground to rid himself of the gross debris in his mouth from his tumble.
"...I'm not okay though, I'm dirty and I can't get out and it's cold and my papa will be worried and-and-" And it was dark down here and he didn't like how it reminded him of the way the shadows in his camp seemed to creep out from under everything and stretch around them like several long spindly claws. A low bubbling mewl that was almost pathetic rose up from his throat, pitched and warbling like bird song, a crying fledgling pleading for sustenance with its head raised high and mouth open.

Ooc- This isn't late, you're wrong!

I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEKIT

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

Full of holes? Peafowlpaw looked back over his shoulder with a thoughtful hum. "...Sure is, isn't it? Lots of cats an' prey alike burrow in these parts. Don't let it get to you too much; I trip sometimes too an' I live here. Glowin' though, I never thought about it? Guess we do, if you say so."
His attention returned back down with a smile that wouldn't last as the smaller apprentice explained himself into a frustrated puddle of black and purple- trapped, scared, and alone in unfamiliar territory on a father's promise that the cats here were nice. They were-- Peafowlpaw would vouch for barncats for moons, but this cat didn't know that. Must've been claustrophobic on his side of the situation. WindClanners were always on the move, Magpiepaw would have been found eventually, but after how long?
"It's okay, everything will be okay." His voice dropped an octave in a subconscious effort to come off more comforting, positioning himself closer to what was a rather shallow ditch, from his perspective. "I'll get you out and you can get back to your dad, Magpiepaw; I'm sure they're all still chattin' it up at camp. Oh, and I don't mind taggin' along in case more holes find you. It's no hassle for me."

Peafowlpaw carefully stepped his upper half down beside Magpiepaw, not yet making a move to pull him out. That wouldn't be polite. "My name's Peafowlpaw, by the way. You uh… you don't mind me pullin' you out of here? Might be a bit bumpy."
And he would, about as respectfully as one could: awkwardly taking Magpiepaw by the scruff and backing up and out of the ditch with some effort. He gets a good few pawsteps safely away from it before releasing his grip, and then backing up further to allow Meagpiepaw space to orient himself. Must've been here a while to be so off balance. "Sorry, I'm not very… I don't… I never had to move somebody before." Kits were easy enough to move, they were tiny and they curled up perfectly off the ground, but even a kit would be awkward to pull out of a hole. Peafowlpaw waited patiently, lifting a paw up to his face to wipe the differently textured fur from his mouth when repeatedly licking his lips failed to yield results.