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[Magpiepaw]

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

He had told no one of the ghost, it was his secret and one he treasured because so few things could be kept hidden in ShadowClan - even the peat bog often gave up its mysteries, things would surface from moons past, old bones, ancient limbs, whispers from somewhere darker-deeper. He had started to notice the shadows since his visit with Littlekit, they flickered at the edge of his vision but never crossed before his gaze - he wondered what they were, but was also too afraid to try and catch one so he continued on as though he never noticed. Magpiepaw tried not to think about it, about the way sometimes his father's face blurred with shadow and he could not see him, about the way creeping black vines seemed to wind around Cicadabuzz's body like serpents.

The apprentice casts the thoughts away with a shudder, wobbling onward with his shadow following and he chatters idly as he leads them along back to the clan border - he had gotten bolder in his venturous outings, leaving to the edge and a little onward to clamber over rotted logs and collect cobweb for his mentor but there was a ring of mushrooms just a bit further past where eyes from the camp could not perceive and it was there he found his ghost again. "Papa will let you stay..." The black and white kit says, voice shrill and chirping, "I like you so he will like you. You can eat more than mushrooms. Unless that's what you like to eat, then we can help find you more but I don't think those are good for you, I don't know. Cicadabuzz knows a lot of things, they might know if you'll turn into a mushroom if you keep eating them."

Ooc- PAFP - @pipit

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.
#9272ee

 

[pipit]

pipit

It was becoming harder and harder to ignore the way their belly felt empty... it is a quiet, gnawing sort of nagging thing that kept constant company. The memory of burying their face into the plush fur of one who'd smelt like them feels all too far away, even if it hadn't been so long ago. Where had she gone? Pipit felt weird without her... to know she might be coming back but not entirely certain of when. It was only when they'd spotted the familiar, shivering specter of their friend that they'd been inspired to free themself from their self-imposed position as a sentinel. Mother had been away for too long... and Magpiepaw hadn't.

Clearly... he was the one worth clinging to now. Their eyes follow the wobbling curve of his path, finding some sort of delight in the whimsy of his way of walking. It was strange... but strange wasn't bad. The mention of his parent was intriguing, if only because Pipit wasn't so sure where Magiepiepaw had been coming and going from all this time. It was like he'd walk up to the patch of mushrooms where Pip stayed and then just vanish into the fog again once he was done playing... Always had somewhere to be. Always plants stuck in the base of his tail or held between his teeth.

"Hmmm... He's gonna have'ta like me because I like you too," the bark-toned youth declares. Pipit wouldn't dare to admit something so sad but frankly, Magpiepaw was the best company they'd ever had, even if you included his mother in the list of options. "Uh yeah, I eat more than mushrooms, silly. Them slimy hoppin' guys are good! Even caught one myself one time... But they're slick and seem to love being wet all the time," their muzzle wrinkles in remembered frustrations of a time spent chasing them. "Wait- wha!? I don't wanna turn into a mushroom! You gotta help me not turn into one, promise you will!"

 

[SABLESTAR]

Magpiepaw had been wandering out by himself far more than he liked without Cicadabuzz's company. He struggled with how to get it across to the medicine cat that his son should not simply peruse the pocosin freely when dangers lurked about. The sort that got them killed just last moon, the sort that tore Marbleshine to ribbons and apprentices scattering into other Clans. With the tensions in RiverClan rising, even despite their odd internal conflicts, he could not risk his son becoming a casualty to something avoidable.

Sablestar had taken to looking for Magpiepaw himself to speak with, going around the boy's mentor to apply some fathering chiding when he sees the wobbling figure of black and white. Violet sights meet molten amethyst, and then he finds a pair of glowing honey beside him. "Who is this, son?" Sablestar asked curiously as he stopped in front of the pair, slightly relieved to find no Clan scent on the kid. "Are you far from home?" How and where Magpiepaw had lured a stranger's child from would be a question for later, perhaps included in his lesson on wandering alone.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･sixty moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes