Open Territory visitation of the ghost // smoke watching

[SABLESTAR]

The scent of ash had carried on the wind, creeping through the usual layer of sulfur and mud to greet the senses. It made Sablestar's pelt prickle, he had been watching the plume of smoldering clouds for a few days now, wondering.

"Alder's still at the barn." The tuxedo looked to Shadesight when he spoke, who had stood silently beside him in their observing, thinking. Sablestar hadn't had a moment to spare and trek across the forest to see if his grandmother, his kin, were safe. He had lived outside of Horseplace far longer than his time within, had his own people to care for, but something still pulled at his heart.

Family was irreplaceable, that much Alder had taught him. It's why fae gathered kits to care for, as poor of a mother fae was, at least it was something. At least those kits had anything, like him and Gray... Shade. "I want to leave, soon. You should come with me when the smoke clears."

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• speaking to @SHADESIGHT but not a pafp!
  "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite scratches behind his ear, half listening to the conversation. The barn? What could Sablestar have to do with those rat-munching hillbillies? Horseplace is a long walk away, way too long to walk for cats you barely know. Whoever that 'Alder' was must've been important. Absentmindedly, his mind drifts to the tom he'd met over the thunderpath. They hadn't talked much, but Mothbite got the impression his life wasn't as easy as he had originally assumed.

indenttt'Well, sucks to be him, I s'pose.' With a huff, Mothbite rolls over to face away from Sablestar's conversation. Whatever happened at the barn was none of his business. If that blue jerk had some extra tragedy on top of his miserable life, it was no fur off Mothbite's back. Still, he can't get the image of him, eyes furrowed, handsome face marred with worry and strife, out of his mind. Ugh. His tail twitches, irritated. Maybe it is some fur off his back.

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Mothbite | 19 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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"You've got friends all over the place, haven't you, Sablestar?" Wolfpack mused from his spot a few tail-lengths away, where he was lazily finishing up his lunch of a rather juicy lizard. The meat was a bit tougher than what you'd find on a mammal, but he found he didn't mind it-- even liked the texture as he gnawed through bits and pieces. As for the other toms social life... that was none of Wolfpacks business-- and it would remain that way as long as it didn't affect the well being of the clan. Whatever lay at the barn, he had no intention of interfering with it or scolding the other for wanting to go. Let him want what he wanted, just like every other cat was welcome to do.

Within reason, of course.

I'll take care of things here while you're away." An unnecessary assurance, but one he felt obligated to give, just the same. He and Sable didn't always see eye-to-eye, but if there was one thing the leader could rest easy about, it was the fact that Wolfpack wouldn't let the clan fall to pieces in his absence.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —​
• shadowclan deputy - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars

 

[GECKOFLAME]

"that's quite the trek, no?" geckoflame's voice is added to the conversation, her figure slow approaching with a lark hanging from her jaws. she settled down in a patch of sun, gaze fluttering over sablestar and shadesight. she knew very little about the barn, only knowing of its existence through others who may have resided there before but it was a subject that was hardly brought up so she saw no reason to investigate any further than that but it seemed like their leader still maintained a connection there through someone named alder.

"well while your over there maybe you can consider bringing us back some gifts." she joked, her tone smooth and light-hearted as she began to pluck off the feathers from the lark. geckoflame wasn't going to invest a lot of attention to this situation because beyond mild curiosity, it didn't concern her and she also just didn't care enough.

ooc-

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[F l e a p a w]

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Wasn't often that Fleapaw took the chance to look up. There was rarely anything to look at—no stars—no sights worth seeing. But the clans attention seemed drawn to the sky today. The muddy apprentice tilted her head up for the first time in a while, observing the wisps that curled and bloomed into the sky. Her jaw slacked as she craned her neck to get a good look, half-listening to the conversation.

Barn? Something bout an elder?

She couldn't have cared less about some old ninny halfway across the forest. But exploring beyond their markers? Now that sounded like a whole lot of fun. Long shot that Sablestar would take her, but it was worth a try. "Can I go with?" She blinked up at the ShadowClan leader.

I'll be good I swear... probably.

My eyes are made of acid and my tongue is sharp with spite

FLEAPAW

8 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Attention whore with too much pride, there's no one I wouldn't fight

 

[Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Stoatpaw found herself staring up at the sky a lot those few days, she smelt that smoke before she saw it, that awful bitter scent on the air that ebbed and flowed with the wind. Stepping from the apprentice's den and seeing the dark billowing cloud made her stomach twist in knots, especially as the longer she thought, she realised it was coming from the direction of the horse place. This was but confirmed coming across a huddle of cats, familiar faces from her home talking together and watching the smoke clouds hung in the air.

She spotted her dearest friend, Fleapaw, amidst the huddle. Slinking amongst the group and sitting near her and Sablestar, Stoatpaw's eyes were trained on the plumes of smoke. Something uncomfortable stirred in her stomach, dread perhaps? "I hope the barn cats are okay..." The apprentice mumbled to herself. "They were kind to us, I hope they're safe." She recalled the short time she and her father visited the horse place for, they were welcoming and warm. Though, her mind drifted to what might have caused the fire, one that sent billowing smoke over the territory for days now.

Whatever the other cats were talking about, she couldn't tell - likely about the fire or what remained of it. But she was glad she didn't seem to be the only one worried about the others who lived across the moors.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

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  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 7 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix