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"
• 

  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

 

[Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite wrinkles his nose. "Gifts? I doubt they'd have much to give us after a fire." He's gotta assume Sablestar's reasoning for taking the long trek is sentimental, more than practical. There's no way he's gonna go out and extort his family for gifts right after a fire... right? If anything, they'll end up with some new allies, maybe even bring some back to camp with them.

indentttIf they're real unlucky, Sassafrass will be there and kick his ass again, in front of Sablestar this time. 'At least Wolfpack won't be coming, but I can't trust Fleapaw not to mock me. Not that she could do much better, stupid kit.'

- talking to @GECKOFLAME -​

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Mothbite | 20 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[SABLESTAR]

Tattered ears angled towards Wolfpack first in his jesting tone, nodding his head in equal amusement. "I know a lot of folk in different corners." He had lived a long line of moons, a life before the Clan, before the Colony. The world wasn't as large as it seemed, he felt, when he remembered how close his distant kin were to it all.

"We have family there. Gray and I were raised in that barn- not long but it counted until we stumbled into Fray." They must have been just a hair older than a Clan apprentice when Alder shooed them out to find their own way. How odd to think of it now, they were mere children left to wander the lands like they knew anything of it. It was hard to envision Stoatpaw or Fleapaw doing what he and Gray had, what they went through, by themselves.

"Good, I'd be interested to see what kind of ShadowClan I'll come back to." A good reminder he did have a deputy, after all. He had been willing to leave them all to their own devices had Wolfpack come along. "Yes, anyone can go. Don't see a reason for why not, the cats of horseplace were always kind to me and Gray." And to Geckoflame, "have hope one of your Clanmates who have a love for mice come along, that's most of what's there, anyway."

Sablestar stretched backwards to straighten up, exhaling slowly. "I plan to leave once the smoke is gone. We've things to do here first, and we don't need to add jumping into ash piles onto the list."

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• "mew"
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[SHADESIGHT]

☆ Gray eyes are hardset on the smoke in the distance, his ears flattened backwards and tail low. He wasn't often stressed like this, at least not visibly. Normally, he was a wall of emotion, hard to see over, impossible to see through. But the way the dark smoke curls against the sky, flattens against cloud cover- it felt like a signal call. Shadesight's vision flicked briefly towards his brother as he spoke, then back forward. "Yes." He agrees, though the word is weak, as if the revelation alone would shake his legs into collapsing. It doesn't- both he, and Sablestar, know him better then that. "I'll go with you." He states, word dry but an agreement regardless.

Shadesight hardly listens to the other cats chattering, still staring out at the dark smoke curling from where the barn was just obstructed from their vision. His ears twitch backwards and lay down as he turned, a frown on his muzzle as he stares at Geckoflame. Gifts? He looks back forward, then shook his head. "There won't be much left of the mice." Shadesight utters, his shoulders tense as he, too, stands to step away from the scene. "Call me when you are ready." Shadesight urges Sablestar with a quiet tone, moving off to disappear for a little bit- to think this through.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED ☆ TO LIVE LIKE THIS?

• "speech"
  

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• SHADE AMAB he/him, WARRIOR of SHADOWCLAN, twenty three moons.
  ☆ An average sized dark pelted tom with heavy bangs over gray eyes. A notable scar on his left cheek. Looks at you with skepticism (and awkwardly.)
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.